Chapter 3: Something New I didn’t know how long I had been hanging here. I couldn’t see a clock. But the sun wasn’t down yet. I had lifted myself some time after noon. I guessed I had been hanging here for about 2.5 or 3 hours. I couldn’t see Kelly. I couldn’t tell where she had gone to. Then suddenly the vibrator stopped. Then the butt plug deflated. I took a deep breath. She was behind me. I heard the rattle of buckles. The harness on my head was removed. Then she reached around from behind and stuffed what felt like a leather pouch in my mouth. It was a leather harness gag. She tightened the straps. Pulling the pouch deep into my mouth. Then there was a leather sheath that covered my mouth from just bellow my nose to bellow my chin. It cupped under my chin so I couldn’t open my mouth or say anything. ...

Chapter 5: Joy Ride As I hobbled out to the car I tried to figure out how I got in this fix. Kelly had changed her clothes. She had on a Blue lace-up leather corset and thigh high lace up boots with 5” heels. The corset had full cups on the breast that looked to be satin but was very thin fabric. Her hard nipples looked like they were trying to push through. The corset was trimmed in black and was heavily boned. She had leather lace up panties on with shinny blue tights on her legs. That is what leg you could see above the boots. So I hobbled along following this Goddess in leather to God knows where. ...

(story continues from A Little Selfbondage Part 2: Something New) Part 3: Joy Ride As I hobbled out to the car I tried to figure out how I got in this fix. Kelly had changed her clothes. She had on a Blue lace-up leather corset and thigh high lace up boots with 5” heels. The corset had full cups on the breast that looked to be satin but was very thin fabric. Her hard nipples looked like they were trying to push through. The corset was trimmed in black and was heavily boned. She had leather lace up panties on with shinny blue tights on her legs. That is what leg you could see above the boots. So I hobbled along following this Goddess in leather to God knows where. ...

Ashley Self Bondage 1 A Bondage Participants Life by Ardvark Ashley: A Bondage Participants Life 1. A Bondage Participants Life I can’t remember a time when bondage was not a part of my life. Even as a young child, I was interested in stories where the main characters spent at least part of their time bound hand and foot or tied to something. Most of my playtime fantasies centered around me being the one that was tied up or tied to something. I would make up lavish stories that involved burglars, kidnappers, roving rebel bands or other imaginary captors. I loved the story about Robin Hood, and often envisioned myself a poor peasant girl who was being held in the dungeon at Nottingham. ...

Julie’s Time by T.S. Fesseln A Friend In Need By T.S. FESSELN Julie’s Time Chapter One A work of fiction by Robert Deane Julie was one of those girls who would turn heads, no matter where she was, regardless of what she was wearing. First, a natural blonde. Yes, that was the word, “natural.” No help from a bottle, though several hours in the sun seemed to turn it from blonde to almost a shiny gold. Plus that sweet smile. That ever-present sweet smile. And, as a friend once said, a 5’ 4" body “to die for.” Again, all natural, though hours on the treadmill when she was not running in the park always helped. ...

Kidnapped in Mexico by Ardvark Kidnapped in Mexico by Ardvark Along the Road: The truck full of farm workers slowed as they drove past the spot where the two men were holding me. I was very aware that I was providing the men in the truck with quite a show. While I do not consider myself beautiful, many men have told me that I’m a “looker.” I have naturally wavy, reddish blonde hair that frames a face that I have been told is pretty. My 105 pounds is arranged on a 5’2” frame that is 34C-23-35. This is all carried on straight, well-formed legs. My nipples are large and tight with very small aureoles around them and are the kind that stand erect most of the time. I usually turn men’s heads when I enter a room. Standing naked by the side of the road however, was not the way I wanted men to be able to see me. ...

(story continues from Melissa: The Peasant Maiden) Melissa & Jeff by Ardvark Continues the story of Melissa A Friend In Need By T.S. FESSELN Jeff: A Day of Discovery The afternoon was hot. One of those brutal summer days that only the Mid-South, along the lower Mississippi Valley can understand. A day where no air moves. It can’t move, it’s too heavy and wet to move. Even the water in the swimming pool is hot. It was the kind of day when no one wants to do much of anything that requires effort. Melissa was lazily tending some of the flower beds around the back yard as I lay on a chaise lounge watching her. She is wearing a pair of baggy, thread-bare old shorts and a strapless halter. Neither of which do much to conceal the magnificent body under them. Our house, outside of Memphis, is situated in a track of homes that were designed for privacy. All the homes sit on at least two heavily wooded acres. Ours, because of a bend in the road, is nearly four acres, which makes us even further separated from any neighbors than most. Add to that two very heavily wooded arroyos with thick undergrowth and a tall privacy fence around the pool area, and we have a totally peaceful space in this world where, if we so choose, only the two of us exist. ...

Purgatory by euan A Friend In Need By T.S. FESSELN The muted sound of chatter surrounds me as I sit on the floor at the feet of Belara. At least I’m assuming it’s Belara. The heavy double skinned leather hood that encases my head makes it difficult to know for sure. I really do hope it’s Belara, else who’s drumming their fingers on the top of my head? It all started when our shipping arrived from the UK. After emigrating to the Australia we’d been to a number of parties in the scene, but couldn’t really get in to it as virtually all our toys were taking the slow route over the seas with the rest of our worldly goods. Stashed amongst the books, cookware, CDs and other paraphernalia that makes up the chattel of our lives was a large duffel bag securely locked containing all sorts of implements that we use to enjoy ourselves. I jump and yelp emphatically into the ball gag as something spiky is rolled slowly and relentlessly around my chest. It could be the Wartenberg wheel, I think. Restrained as I am, there’s not much I can do except squirm. From the sound of it this is hilarious to the onlookers. Sunday night, a couple of hours earlier. This would be our first night at Purgatory since we’d gotten our toys back (they made it through customs, YES!) We’d been to Purgatory a few times before which was nice enough as Belara managed to catch up with her old friends and I managed to make new ones. What we really wanted to do though was play. Belara instructed me to put on my steel ball stretcher; one of the few toys we brought over with us. Duly adorned, I stood naked before my Mistress awaiting her whim. It’d been so long since we’d played that we were both a little nervous and giggly. That’s the kind of play we do, fun play. In day to day life we’re very much equals, when we play Belara’s in charge and I (nominally >;-) ) do what I was told. Selecting some rope Belara wove a Karada, a form of Japanese rope bondage, around my person. The Karada was pulled good and tight, compressing my upper torso causing my breath to shorten. Belara bade me to kneel on the floor and present my arse so that I could receive what she presented to me. It was soft, squidgy with lots of bumps. I grinned, there was only one anal toy that we had shaped like that and it was a multi-speed, multi-pattern vibrator. Looks like I’m in for some fun tonight. Belara snugged the ropes around my penis and up the cleft of my arse cheeks securing the anal toy securely in place. Next on was my leather shorts. These shorts had a double layer at the crotch, the penis went through a convenient hole (with a bit of a struggle thanks to the ball stretcher) in the inner layer. Everything was secured away by the outer layer by means of two zips either side of the nether regions. The zippers are attached to loops through which the belt is threaded through and securely locked effectively denying me any genital freedom. Preparations done, I pulled on a tracksuit thus hiding from view my accoutrements. With mounting excitement, we finished packing Belara thought might be useful for the night (pretty much everything, guess she was hedging her bets) and we headed for the car. On arrival at purgatory, the usual small talk was dispensed with in short order and Belara set about adding to my bondage. I’d asked for a whole night in bondage and Belara was determined to deliver it. First on was the ball gag, then the hood. Blind, dumb and to some extend deaf I was at her mercy (wasn’t I always?) My arms were bundled up behind me and securely bound in place; other than wiggling my fingers I’d lost the use of those for the night. Belara carefully positioned me where she wanted me. Without warning, I felt firm pressure behind my knees which caused my knees to buckle causing me to fall to the floor! Slightly panicked I found myself being lowered gently to the floor by the ropes binding my arms and chest. My legs were then crossed tailor fashion and bound securely. Looping the tail end of the rope bondage and leaning heavily on my back, Belara finished the bondage off by tying my legs as closely as she could to my chest. Which pretty much brings us present. Belara was not letting up running the Waternburg wheel over my exposed flesh; bound as I am Belara’s access to my flesh is limited but boy she’s using what’s available to her and I’m mewling incessantly into my gag. This is very different to what we’d done before; it’s amazing the limits you subconsciously impose on yourself over the years and we’d agreed that tonight we were going to try and break through those. For tonight I didn’t have a safeword as such (bit hard gagged and hooded as I was) however we’d agreed that Belara would check in every so often, at her discretion, by squeezing my hand. Two squeezes from me would mean that everything was OK. The Waternburg wheel continues to rake over my back, arms and wherever else Belara can ply it causing me to really test my bondage. I’m so lost in the sensations that my skin’s screaming and I swear it feels like blood is drawn. The first difference I notice is a sharp yank on the rope bisecting by arse ramming the anal toy insistently in to me. More hands caress my leather encased head and then the anal toy springs to life. Time ceases to have meaning. There’s just me, the ropes and the vibrations in my arse. I rock back and forth, sensations flooding me. My breathing deepens as much as my bondage allows as I start to float away. How long this goes on for I don’t know. Suddenly the vibrations stop, the leg bondage is released and I gratefully straighten my aching body. My breathing slows as hands stroke lightly over me. My arms still ache, but I can live with it. For the first time I actually have to think about giving Belara the OK when she checks in. This is the furthest we’ve gone and it feels good! TBC… . ...

Thank goodness I’ve actually found the place and I’m on time as well! The photocopier in the library had been broken, so I’d just made a sketch map of this particular town’s roads. The trouble was that when I got here, I picked up all sorts of one way streets and had got completely lost. It was pure luck I’d found the place. A good omen? I approach the front door carrying my huge bag full of submissive gear. A movement behind the curtains and the door opens as I reach for the bell. A vision appears before me. Gosh! Mistress Velda is just like her photo, very attractive and wearing all the fantasy mistress’s gear: the black leatherwear, the black high heeled boots, the long leather gloves – matched with long dark hair and perfect make-up. Wonderful – what a start! ...

Weekend Rubber Experience - Part Two by Jester Soul Mates by Aaron Roberts Weekend Rubber Experience is @1999-2003 by Jester. Any Unauthorized uses of this story in any shape will be dealt like this: Torture in a rubber suit, sealed in another vacuum suit, smothered in deep thick mud, and encased for an entire weekend. Weekend Rubber Experience Late Friday Night Melissa stubbed out the cigarette, and rolled over into Jack’s arms. “That…” she said, calming down,” was what it’s all about. Once you have an orgasm like that, you’ll never have sex the same way.” She placed her head on Jack’s shiny chest. The glow from the fireplace was getting dim, and they were both exhausted. “Jack, what did you like the best from that first experience?” ...

Janice: This is the ‘Sex Advice Show’ and tonight we are going to feature sex toys, medical advice, and of course we will be answering your calls and helping with your questions and problems. Remember, we are going to be talking about sex, so this program is probably not appropriate for younger children. Now, on to our first caller. Hello, we have Sara from Chicago on the line. Sara: Hello Janice. I love watching your program. Janice: Thank you. Do you have a question? Sara: Yes I do My question is about using ice. Janice: What do you mean? Sara: Well, when you have a man tied up, is it safe to cover his cock and balls with ice? Janice: Do you like to tie up men? Sara: Oh yes, all the time. It’s really fun watching them squirm and having sex with them. Janice: Are you married? Sara: Oh no. I have an apartment where I live alone. Janice: Well, what men do you tie up? Sara: Oh, I go to a number of singles bars around town. Usually a man will eventually hit on me as I’m fairly good looking, and I know how to dress to attract a man. Well, if I find one I like, I slip him a Roofie. Janice: A Roofie - you mean you give him Rohypnol? Sara: If that’s what it’s called. It makes the man really mellow and quiet, and I can lead him to my car and drive him home. When we get there, I have him strip, and then I tie him up really good, and then he’s my sex toy for as long as I want. It’s really a lot of fun. Janice: How long do you keep these men? Sara: Oh, maybe over night, sometimes longer. I kept one for four days once. Janice: And there was no complaint - they didn’t claim you kidnapped them or raped them? Sara: Oh, Janice, don’t be silly. Men love sex. They never complain. Besides, what man would admit that a little woman made a sex slave out of him. Janice: And now you want to use ice in some way on one of your sex slaves? Sara: Yes. I found this guy last night, and I got him here, and now he’s tied up. Janice: He’s right there now, all tied up? Sara: Yes, sure. Janice: Oh my - then he’s been tied for - let me see, almost ten or eleven hours. Sara: Something like that. But he isn’t really complaining. Janice: Well, I hope he isn’t being hurt. I hope you don’t tie him too tight. Sara: Oh no, I make sure that I don’t cut off the circulation anywhere. Like this time - I put his hands behind his back with the palm of each hand right at the elbow of the other arm. Then I wrapped his hands and arms with duct tape so it looks like there’s a silver bar behind his back. Then I taped his legs all up and down. Then I took a little rope and pulled his legs up to his taped arms and tied his legs there. Janice: You mean like a hog-tie? Sara: Yes, a hog-tie - so he can hardly move his legs. Next I put this squishy rubber ball into his mouth, and then I wrapped all of his head below his nose with more duct tape. Janice: Oh my, Sara, that’s really strict. Are you sure he doesn’t mind that at all. I seem to hear something in the background. Sara: Oh, that’s him. He’s trying to pretend like he’s in trouble and wants to be untied. It’s part of the game I guess he’s playing. Janice: Well Sara, how long will you keep him this way? Sara: Well, it’s Friday, and I tied him up last night. I’ll probably untie him Monday morning. Janice: Sara, I think that you are keeping him tied up far too long. Sara: Oh no, I’ve kept others longer than that. Janice; Sara, I still hear those sounds, and they worry me. Are you sure he’s happy? Sara: Oh yes, he’s having a good time. Sometimes, Janice, he’s pretending that he doesn’t want to be tied up up at all. But then like this morning, I put another roofie into his food, and he gets all sleepy and tired, and then I just re-gag him, and we’re off for another fun adventure. By the time he wakes up, there’s nothing he can do but have a great time. Janice: Sara, how old is this man? Sara: Well, he said he was twenty-one and he was in the tavern, but he looks kind of young. Janice: Sara, ask him if he’s really twenty-one. Sara: You, are you really twenty-one. … He’s shaking his head - no. Are you older? … He’s shaking his head - no. … Are you twenty? … Well, how about that, he’s shaking his head - no. … Are you eighteen? … Well that’s a surprise - he’s shaking his head - yes. Janice: Sara, you are really looking for trouble kidnapping a man, even if he is sort of legal – and raping hiim. I really hear him in the background, Sara. I think you should untie him and let me talk to him. Sara: No, I can’t do that, Janice. It would spoil everything. Anyway, we have a question. Janice: Okay, but I’m concerned about what you are doing. I think you’re in potentially in a lot of legal trouble. What’s your question. Sara: I do the same thing all the time. I tie men up and play with them, and we have sex, and eventually I have to untie them and wait for the next time. So I was wondering - would it hurt him if I packed his little black thong with ice? Janice: Now Sara, I can clearly hear this boy protesting in the background. I don’t think he wants you to use ice on him. Am I right. Sara: Well, I’ve never done it before and I don’t know and he doesn’t know how much fun it might be. He’s been protesting ever since the roofie wore off. But I can tell from his big hard on that he had for a long time that he’s loving it. Anyway, will the ice hurt him. Janice: You need to be very careful - do not leave ice directly next to his skin for more than just a very few minutes. Rub it gently on his body, and on his penis, but don’t leave it there. You can really hurt him badly - like frostbite. Sara: I’ll take it out right now, then. Janice: You mean you’ve already put ice on him. Sara: Well, just a few pieces that I put into his little jock pouch. He really liked it - I could tell the way he was jumping around and bucking and trying to get it out - but I put it in and added some tape so it would stay there. And his hard on went right away too and his prick got really little. But the ice has only been there for a few hours. I’ll take it out now. It’s almost all melted now anyway. Janice: Sara, I think you’re doing too much to this boy I think you should untie him now and see to it that he’s not hurt. You may need to take him to a doctor. Sara: No, he’s fine. I think he’s just playing our game. Anyway, thanks for the advice Janice. I just love your program. Janice: Sara - do untie the boy, please. He’s a really young. You could get into a lot of trouble. Sara? Sara, are you there? Well Sara, if you’re still listening, I think you should release the boy I think you should do it immediately. Now, on to the next caller. ...

This is the first story in German published on this site, It’s ‘as it comes’ as I don’t know the language. Let me know if anything is amiss. If there are more stories in German that you’d like to see here - let me know. Das nächste Stadium - 4 by [email protected] [email protected] Alle Rechte und weitere Nutzung beim Autor. Dieser Text darf jedoch ohne Veränderung (sollte jemand einen Rechtschreibfehler finden, darf er ihn selbstverständlich behalten) weiter veröffentlicht werden. ...

The kids playing in the hallway went running past Rm. 501. They were playing a game, trying to see who could collect the most “Do Not Disturb” signs, off of hotel room doors. Grabbing the one off of Rm. 501, they added it to their collection as they ran past. About a half hour later, Chelsie finished up in Rm. 503 and pushed her cleaning cart down the hall, stopping in front of Rm. 501. ...

Parole or Punishment? by Yoni Steele Parole or Punishment? By Yoni Steele Part 1 It was a rather pleasant, spring Sunday evening. I had only been in town for a few hours and was enjoying a lovely walk along the somewhat deserted streets in a city shutting down for the night, thinking about my plans for the up-coming week. It was the start of what I felt was a hard-earned vacation, and I was looking forward to seeing the sights. I had been to Washington, DC, many times before, but it had always been for business. The museums and monuments had been tantalizing when I had driven around after those business meetings; but it was always too late to do anything on those occasions, other than enjoy the wide variety of cuisine in the numerous restaurants. So for the first time I found myself with the opportunity to do whatever I wanted. My agenda for the next six days included lots of places to visit, but as it was a Sunday evening, I had nothing scheduled other than wandering around. ...

Sammy Joe’s Barnyard Self-Bondage - Chapter 9 by Hagster Sammy Joe’s Barnyard Self-Bondage Part Eighteen “Where’s Trish?” Sammy Joe’s Barnyard Self-Bondage Part Eighteen “Where’s Trish?” The entire situation was unacceptable. There I was, legs spread wide and chained to the foot of the bed, my wrists locked to my waist on either side of my harness, and my piss-soaked face and hair resting atop a towel thrown under my head to sop up the offending mess. I was becoming just a little more than upset! How could Trish leave me this way? Oh, boy, was she in for it! Although I was clearly angry, I tried to be philosophical and understanding about the whole ordeal. Yeah, right! ...

This is completely true. Now that I look back on it, I was crazy. But back then, 20 years ago, it was both fun and exciting. I was a teacher so during the summer, I didn’t have to get up at any particular hour. I used to take an afternoon nap and then be ready to stay up until 2 or 3 in the morning. I often wrote letters and then took them down to the mailbox to post them. The mailbox was two blocks away. The first block had two houses with plenty of bushes in front. Then came one store and a gas station, a major street, and then another gas station followed by stores, with the mailbox at the end of the row. I should also mention that I lived on a major street, four lanes, and 40 mph. It was pretty dead at 2 am, but not completely. ...

Weekend Rubber Experience - Part One by Jester Soul Mates by Aaron Roberts Weekend Rubber Experience is @1999-2003 by Jester. Any Unauthorized uses of this story in any shape will be dealt like this: Torture in a rubber suit, sealed in another vacuum suit, smothered in deep thick mud, and encased for an entire weekend. Weekend Rubber Experience Friday Night Jack walked around New York’s East Side, not knowing how much more trouble he’d get into this evening. His girlfriend Sandy seemed to want more of a commitment from him, but he wasn’t interested in settling down yet. He was 28, had dated plenty of women, and thought himself to be a regular guy. He did have one fetish, which was inescapable, and that was rubber. He loved to wear rubber, to feel rubber, and the smell and feel and taste of rubber…just thinking about it made Jack want to jerk off, with or without any women around. Sandy had no idea that he was into rubber so hard-core, yet she had no problem making him wear a rubber when they made love. It was when he showed her his rubber catsuit for the first time that she freaked out, and told him that it was too much for her. It was either become more “normal,” or leave. Jack chose to leave. ...

First off, let me say that I have been into bondage all my life. One of my first memories as a child is curling myself into a ball in the bottom of a sleeping bag, then rolling around, trying to make it as difficult as possible to get out. I must have been four or five years old. Through the years my attempts at self-bondage got better, more and more effective. Thankfully, I never got totally stuck, although I came very close on several occasions. ...

“I want to do ANYTHING you want to. After all it is your birthday,” she said with a smile. Katie had just entered the room wearing his favorite ankle length white satin dress. Underneath on her beautiful 36D-26-34 body were white thigh high stockings and white satin bra and panties and some 2” white heels. Her long brown hair cascaded over her shoulders and rested on her chest. “Great! Come here,” Jeff said with a smile. ...

Louisa always had a vivid imagination as a child; this had often got her into various trouble over the years but never enough to stop her from trying anything new or daring. She had a few passions; nylons, mummification and self-bondage were her most secret ones. She had always thought she would die if anyone found out about these, so always made sure she made precautions so that her “other side” would remain hidden. Louisa though also found it a buzz to see how far she could go, to be helpless and vulnerable but undiscovered as well. ...