Hi my name is Jen you are joining me on my way to answer my door. I am wearing just my robe that is big and fluffy and does not show much at all. But under it, which you and the person ringing the doorbell cannot see, is my small (5’5, 110 lbs) body. I have small (32B) firm breasts with pink nipples that are very sensitive. And my nicely shaved pussy. ...

“I’ll give you anything you want for your birthday!” Kelsie said with a smile. “Anything?” Jeff replied “Anything….” Kelsie said. Kelsie was absolutely gorgeous. She stood 5’7”; weighed about 125 lbs. and her figure would make an hourglass blush. She worked out quite regularly and she was firm all the way around, especially her 36 C breasts. Jeff’s birthday was coming up and she wanted to do anything that he wanted. They had been dating for almost 2 years now and the more she figured she would do for him, the more she figured he would be closer to asking for her hand. ...

Hello I would like to tell you a story about a woman who decided to take her smarts and imagination and have some fun. This story will be told in first person because I like to put myself into the subjects place and more often than not I end up with a dripping pair of panties when I am done, so here we go. My name is Kelly Liu, yes that is the same way that Lucy spells it but I am no relation. I stand 5’2” tall and if I dress right I can pass for a girl instead of the woman of 28 that I am. I have small very perky tits and a pair of the tightest legs that lead to an equally thigh pair of ass cheeks. I keep my hair waist length and due to my Asian background it is straight as an arrow. I work for an electronics developer whose specialty is A.I. (or Artificial Intelligence.) We have been working on making the home user friendly by having a computer do some of the basic chores. One thing we developed is a robotic arm that senses when you get out of bed and will make it up for you and determine all on its own when to put clean sheets on for you, things like that. ...

No Mercy! by Anne Gray NO MERCY! by ANNE GRAY I knew what she was trying to shout, scream, plead and yell at me; it was her safe word – Mercy! But I had had enough of her nonsense and had her so well gagged nothing came out except muffled unintelligible sounds. Then she started humming her other condition red signal. I grinned at her and said I hear you, now shut up! ...

On 2001, I traveled to Greece to visit my grandparents and my cousins. One of them lived in Italy and she took me with her to visit her country. On my fourth day there, my cousin Tela told me about her best friend Lanera, who was curious and wanted to talk about GLS and Bondage. We phoned her, but since my uncles are very traditional, she decided to invite us to dinner. This would allow a more private talk, which we accepted. ...

Sammy Joe’s Barnyard Self-Bondage - Chapter 8 by Hagster Sammy Joe’s Barnyard Self-Bondage Chapter Sixteen “But it’s too early for bed!” Sammy Joe’s Barnyard Self-Bondage Chapter Sixteen “But it’s too early for bed!” All three of us carried an armload of bottles, paper, and cardboard into the kitchen. With my ankles unhobbled, I was able to walk a bit more normally, however I was still unable to fully extend my legs. Kristen, on the other hand… Every step was an exercise in stimulation. Even with the vibrators turned off, they still made their presence known. Each one playing itself off against the other while both nestled tightly within the depths of her loins. I knew what she must have been going through, and snickered at her under my breath. She deserved it after how she had teased me hours ago. ...

This is a true story, and very dangerous. I wouldn’t advise ANYONE to try this without the help of a trusted accomplice. In 1992 my company purchased a huge warehouse and manufacturing plant that was totally empty except for broken furniture and derris scattered around. The building was built on three levels and was over a full city block long, about 500 feet from end to end. Because of the construction, to go from one end to the other one had to negotiate several stairways and large rooms. There were also loading shafts where they used to hoist material up to the third floor. These were open with no railings or protection and were situated in the center of a couple of the rooms. My plan, being an avid self bondage and cross dressing enthusiast, was to make myself helpless and forced to wander the building to retrieve the means to my escape. I would have the building to myself for several months while repairs and changes were made and I was the only one with access so I felt safe. I hid the keys to my bondage in the office safe, an old key operated metal monstrosity. The key to the safe was attached to a padlock at the far end of the building. The key to THAT padlock was locked in a third floor office, and the key to the office was of course at the far end of the complex, but on a different level than the safe key. I would therefore have to make four trips through the old building, up and down several stairways and across vast empty areas with holes in them that could swallow me up and drop me to the basement. Now to prepare for my session I went up to the third floor office suite and I dressed in stockings, a very tight leather corset, open nipple bra, wig, makeup and my 5” heels. I can walk in 6” heels, but I would be walking a LONG way and gave myself a little break. I started my bondage with a 10” hobble between my ankles, a leather crotch strap that would hold my wrists tightly behind my back, locking leather cuffs on my wrists, a large ball gag, tight nipple clamps with bells on them, and finally a blindfold. I thought things through for several minuets and contemplated my plight. I was a long way from any sort of release, I was locked in an abandoned building and I hadn’t set up a “safety” or a backup person. I was so very excited as I slipped the final padlock through the eye on the leather harness behind my back. Attached both wrists to it and took a deep breath. I slowly pushed the padlock hasp closed, let it release and then pushed it again. I did this several times and I almost came when it suddenly snapped shut, trapping me for the next several hours. It was about 1:00 PM and I knew the sidewalk at the front of the building would have traffic. I had to go down a spiral stairway which came out about four feet from the front windows in order to get through the office area and then walk along the window about thirty five feet to get to the door to the warehouse area. I would have to expose myself four times on my journey to release. ...

The Art of Self-Bondage by Otto Dix The Art of Self-Bondage by Otto Dix [email protected] 8 a.m. The kids and spouse piled into the van and headed off to a friends cabin for some time at the beach for the weekend. I couldn’t go with them because I had work to do to prepare for a second job I had lined up in the Fall. Of course, I planned to use Saturday to indulge in the art of self-bondage. It’s rare that I have the privacy and time necessary to orchestrate a setting that robs me of my freedom, mercilessly tortures me, and then eventually releases me in due time. The first order of business was breakfast and a shower. 9 a.m. After my shower, I put on a pair of nylons. I have a serious nylon fetish, and just the idea of being able to casually go about my business with them on is very fulfilling. My next stop is the basement where I boot up the computer and plug my audio output (from the woofer unit) into the mic jack of my 25 watt tape player. I put a fresh 90 minute tape into the boom box and turn the volume all the way up on my power speakers and computer. I open my StereoStim.exe program that is specifically designed to play erotic stim files. From memory, I select three files that are particularly intense and pleasurable. I set their durations at 60 seconds each and the volumes at 100%. I then select a silent wave file, and set the duration at 300 seconds or 5 minutes. I copy it two times, and set the durations at 60 and 10 seconds respectively. I then select the “Fun” mode of the program. This cycles through the files in random order. ...

I had been working at 4th Plastics for about 2 weeks before I had my life changed forever by Alan. I had just recently moved to town and 4th Plastics was looking for a computer programmer to update their system. I took the job and started working a couple of days later. A few days after I started, when I was on break, a nice looking guy came into the break room. He was about 6-foot tall, blond hair and blue eyes. Since I was the only one in the room he sat down across the table from me. ...

A Husband’s Lesson by Brooke A Husband’s Lesson By Brooke Lucy, a transient resident of the commune, was a foul little witchling – or, more accurately speaking, a moody, hornily premenstrual young girl with more than a passing interest in the occult. She also shared Angie’s taste in men, specifically Danny. Like a cat checking out its prey, she’d studied him keenly. She was only nineteen, but had a perverse attraction to older men – particularly older married men exuding power and confidence. ...

(story continues from Mile High Club) Part 2: The New Toys For the next few weeks we had too many passengers and the layovers were too short for any real games like we played on that earlier flight (read “Mile High Club”). I made it back to my home base late at night. By the time I got home it was 3AM and I went right to bed. When I woke up it was noon so I decided to unpack. I was almost done when Jack came over and took me out for lunch. After a few hours he dropped me off at my dorm. When I got to my room I was really surprised to find out they had given me a roommate. I was in the room since I enlisted and this was my first one. ...

(story continues from My Mistress, My Accountant 3) Part Four The seventh day During the night I spent a fair amount of time banging around ideas for my new project- for some reason I wake up a lot when I’m bound, and so far my sleep this week had been intermittent. Before this story began, I did a lot of self-bondage play and even tried a couple of self-bondage experiments that went all night, and those occasions proved that a good solid night’s sleep while bound is well-nigh impossible. ...

Sammy Joe’s Barnyard Self-Bondage - Chapter 7 by Hagster Sammy Joe’s Barnyard Self-Bondage Part Fourteen “Is Anybody There?” Sammy Joe’s Barnyard Self-Bondage Part Fourteen “Is Anybody There?” I awoke slowly. A noise had startled me until I realized it was a snore, my own grunting sinuses. There was a breeze on my face and I wondered from where it was coming, so I cracked open an eye and looked around. The ceiling fan was turning. Great, the power had been restored. I made an effort to stretch my arms after my well-deserved nap. The sound of chains rattling alerted me as to my bed-bound situation. Kristen had left me chained to the bed, but had obviously been back to check on me because a bed sheet had replaced the robe she had draped over me. But, why didn’t she let me loose? The only reason I could imagine was she was trying to allow me to fulfill my bondage fantasies. Gee, how kind of her, huh? At least she was looking after me, and the “entertainment” was first rate. ...

What Martin Knew by Celeste What Martin Knew By Celeste Martin was different. He knew that, he’d always known that, as far back as Martin could remember, Martin had known he was different. Nobody else seemed to share his fascinations, no one he knew at school taped “bits” of TV shows like he did. A kidnap scene here, a bit of a medical drama there, alone he’d sit moving the tape along frame by frame freezing a glimpse of a straightjacket. Staring long and hard at the screen, as most teenage boys do Martin discovered what turned him on in the privacy of his bedroom. By the time he left school the internet had opened up a whole world of bound helpless, if 2 dimensional females for Martin to lust after. His experiments with those more solid females around him had been fun but lacked… that certain something. ...

This story is fiction. Don’t try this at home (unless you know what you are doing). Never meet a stranger alone, it could be dangerous. Part Two The night on the beach was memorable, it won’t be forgotten for a long time. The experience even crept into my dreams a few times. I would awake rolling all over the bed and need to put a hand between my legs to finish what the dream had started. Just thinking about that night made the orgasms better. It had been nearly two weeks since that night as I left the house for the drive to work. It started as a normal Thursday morning until I arrived at my car and found a note: ‘For more of the same, come to the lifeguard stand midnight Friday night.’ I had kept the previous note and compared them both. The hand writing and paper were the same. It was him. A slight chill of fear went down my spine, he knows where I live. I quickly looked around, almost expecting to see him standing there, but it was a fruitless effort. Concentrating at work wasn’t just difficult, it was almost impossible, good thing it wasn’t a busy day. My supervisor is normally in meetings during the morning but I caught her after lunch. I made up a story about a plumbing problem and was given Friday off. I even managed to slip out a little early. Evening rush hour, in this small town, isn’t a big deal but there is always ONE slow poke. “Come on grandpa, put your foot down!”, I yelled but the car windows were closed and Mr. Wilson didn’t hear me. He’s a real nice, senior gentleman and I shouldn’t yell but I wanted to get home, NOW! “OK, get a grip on yourself. Relax!”, I said to myself. “You have over 30 hours before anything happens. Oh, great! Now he’s got me talking to myself.” Then it hit me, 30 hours! Holy geewiz, 30 hours of anticipation, 30 hours of ‘What will happen?’, 30 hours of ‘Are we there yet?’. (Well…sort of.) 30 hours, holy crap. Finally, I roared up to the house and almost skidded to a stop in the driveway. “Chill out!”, I yelled to myself. I can’t believe, how this one guy, has gotten into my head. I just had to relax. After a few good, deep breaths, I got out of the car, picked up the mail and went inside. Junk, junk, bill, junk, letter. No stamp, no return address, just hand writing on the front: ‘To the beautiful, self-binder with the nice ass’. I stood so fast that the chair fell over with a crash. I jumped at the sound, and ran to the door to lock it. In this small, quiet community there is rarely a need to lock doors but this was different. He had been right here, outside the front door, on the front porch. Was he in the house? I ran to the desk and retrieved my pistol. It’s only a .22 cal. but with a ten round clip it will do some damage. My dad was an avid hunter and even though I didn’t want to shoot a “Bambi”, he did teach me how to handle firearms, VERY well. ...

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 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. ...

Finisterra by Clayton Stillwater Finisterra By Clayton Stillwater [email protected] Lewis didn’t get many visitors because he lived in a rural part of Manatee County, Florida, at the tail end of a dirt road alongside a creek. Lewis didn’t mind. He was a writer who liked solitude. His idea of a good conversation was reading a book by a great historian. Still, even a sage gets lonely, so when the doorbell rang he responded. ...

Leah finished packing the last of the dishes into the box marked fragile. It had been a hectic past two days getting everything packed. “Finally,” she said while wiping a bead of sweat from her brow, “everything is packed. Now it’s up to the movers.” Leah and her husband, Chris, were moving to his parent’s farm, left to them after they had passed away. They had died in a car accident when a trucker had fallen asleep and crossed the lanes. Chris had taken the news very hard, as expected, but lately he had been feeling better and was returning to his old self. The settlement from the truck company had been very generous and they now had enough to live comfortably on the farm without financial concerns. They still planned to work the land and continue his father’s dream, but they wouldn’t have to scrimp and save as they had been. ...

“Shit”, a moment of panic struck… …Good fortune had allowed me an early finish from work, and as usual, I had rushed home to entertain myself in my own special way. My Own Special Way…? Well, though Sara, my wife knew of my transvestism and was very supportive. She did not know just how adventurous I was when left to my own devices. And having an afternoon off work was just the kind of opportunity I looked forward to, to explore the various kinks I had. Kinks which I would dearly love to talk to Sara about, but I suppose like many others in my situation, I am embarrassed and scared of sharing with Sara the whole truth in case she doesn’t understand, or worse still, in case I loose the woman I love. Well… this time I may not have the choice of keeping this afternoon’s adventure to myself as I’ve just realised my big mistake. ...

“Shit”, a moment of panic struck… …Good fortune had allowed me an early finish from work, and as usual, I had rushed home to entertain myself in my own special way. My Own Special Way…? Well, though Sara, my wife knew of my transvestism and was very supportive. She did not know just how adventurous I was when left to my own devices. And having an afternoon off work was just the kind of opportunity I looked forward to, to explore the various kinks I had. Kinks which I would dearly love to talk to Sara about, but I suppose like many others in my situation, I am embarrassed and scared of sharing with Sara the whole truth in case she doesn’t understand, or worse still, in case I loose the woman I love. Well… this time I may not have the choice of keeping this afternoon’s adventure to myself as I’ve just realised my big mistake. ...