Sammy Joe’s Barnyard Self-Bondage - Chapter 6 by Hagster Sammy Joe’s Barnyard Self-Bondage Part Twelve Some Relief, at Last Sammy Joe’s Barnyard Self-Bondage Part Twelve Some Relief, at Last Kristen had helped me walk to the front of the barn to the door leading outside towards the house. My progress was slow at best and I could tell she was becoming somewhat frustrated. She paused for a moment after opening the door and leaned me against the corridor wall. “I’ll be right back, don’t go away,” she mocked as she walked out the door. ...

It all started one night when I was surfing the web and came across a site that had stories about self-bondage. One of the stories was about a man that was forced to be a pet dog for his wife and mother in-law, and was used when ever they had the need. This story really grabbed me and I had to try it out for myself. In the story about the man the two ladies used chains and some kind of cock strap to keep the man on his hands and knees but that wasn’t going to work for me. You see being a rather statuesque woman of nearly six feet tall I didn’t have the proper equipment to lock myself in to a kneeling position so I had to come up with another plan. ...

Becky was an 18-year-old clerical assistant working for a small but lucrative manufacturing company. She hadn’t been in the job for long, two months now and was still unsure what to do, it being her first job after college. Becky not knowing what to do was typical really; she had been the classic ‘clumsy kid’ and was mercilessly bullied at school by all the other girls. She spent her time trying not to bump into things and adopted a head down appearance to avoid eye contact with the girls that would inevitably start to pick on her. ...

The following story contains true details and a few exaggerations. I leave it to you to figure out which parts are false and to fantasize about the true events. Drop me an email ([email protected]) and let me know if you like my stories and if you want me to write more about my rubber adventures with my friends. In this adventure you’ll be introduced to the alter identities my friends and I use when we get dressed up in our rubber. Thanks, and may your rubber never rip and be forever tight! ...

The following story contains true details and a few exaggerations. I leave it to you to figure out which parts are false and to fantasize about the true events. Drop me an email ([email protected]) and let me know if you like my stories and if you want me to write more about my rubber adventures with my friends. In this adventure you’ll be introduced to the alter identities my friends and I use when we get dressed up in our rubber. Thanks, and may your rubber never rip and be forever tight! ...

Donna lifted the cup to take a sip of tea, and discovered for the second time that it was empty. Shaking her head, she placed it back into the cup holder and turned her attention back to the warehouse. It was a block away and had been very hard to find. Thinking back Donna questioned exactly why she was in this downtown district at 3:00am on a Friday night. It started with the mystery file at the office, the one that only the president of the company and a few others were allowed to touch. ...

Donna lifted the cup to take a sip of tea, and discovered for the second time that it was empty. Shaking her head, she placed it back into the cup holder and turned her attention back to the warehouse. It was a block away and had been very hard to find. Thinking back Donna questioned exactly why she was in this downtown district at 3:00am on a Friday night. It started with the mystery file at the office, the one that only the president of the company and a few others were allowed to touch. ...

Donna lifted the cup to take a sip of tea, and discovered for the second time that it was empty. Shaking her head, she placed it back into the cup holder and turned her attention back to the warehouse. It was a block away and had been very hard to find. Thinking back Donna questioned exactly why she was in this downtown district at 3:00am on a Friday night. It started with the mystery file at the office, the one that only the president of the company and a few others were allowed to touch. ...

My wife and I had practiced a little bondage play ever since we moved into our house. As punishment for little and big infractions, I would clean the house in a maid’s outfit - - short skirt and fishnet hose - - while wearing leg irons and, maybe, handcuffs. If I was cutting the grass in the secluded part of the yard, she would put my leg irons on and handcuff me to the mower. One evening I had to take a leak, so I went to the porch in the secluded area, pulled down my shorts and underwear, and took a leak. It is so comfortable there - - the railing is at the right height that I can rest my privates on top of it while I piss. I had done it many times before, only this time my wife came around the corner of the house and saw me do it. She’s always looking for an excuse to punish me, and she sure had one here. She told me the punishment would start after it got dark; I could hardly wait. After dinner, she walked into the room carrying two sets of handcuffs and two leg irons. And told me to strip. We went out onto the porch and she told me to put my arms on the railing about a foot out from my body, and she locked them in place with the handcuffs. Then she told me to do the same with my legs and the leg irons were locked. But that wasn’t all. She left and returned with a short length of clothesline, after which she stood behind me, pressed me against the railing with my privates laying on top, and wrapped the rope around my privates and the railing. A good double-knot and I was not going to move without a lot of pain. Then she put a cup on the ground and told me that I was going to stay in that position until I filled the cup with urine! This was a potential problem - - not only did I have to produce that amount of urine but I also had to hit the cup, and without my hands to guide my cock, I may have already been doomed to failure. She returned a couple of hours later. The cup was still dry. “Did I want some water to drink and improve my chances?” ...

Sammy Joe’s Barnyard Self-Bondage - Chapter 5 by Hagster Sammy Joe’s Barnyard Self-Bondage Part SevenWill They Ever Leave? Part Ten Oops! Well, you know the old Chinese proverb, “…be careful what you ask for, you just might get it”. I had managed to suspend myself from the roof of the loft down through the trap door, gagged, hands nearly immobilized, and my feet chained neatly underneath my butt two feet off the barn floor. The vibrator in my pussy was going like crazy, and was beginning to drive me mad with pleasure. Waves of ecstasy were mounting and I struggled against my bonds. I squirmed and twisted, trying to aid the buzzing shaft inside of me to bring me over the edge. ...

(story continues from Traditional Ceremony)_ _Traditional Ceremony Part Two by Zack Traditional Ceremony by Zack_ The wagon carrying the captives had been plodding along for a several hours, most of the time traveling on rutted narrow roads cut through woodlands. The two men sat on the seat, and the leader stayed in the back near the tailgate, alternating between watching the back trail and guarding the captives. Finally the wagon stopped near a side door of a large hunting lodge deep in a forest. It had been a stressful trip for the bound women; the tight hogties quickly became very painful, and the unsprung wagon bed transmitted every bump in the road directly into their immobile bodies. ...

Evil Step Sister - Part I by Hershel Shaeffer Evil Step Sister by Hershel Schaeffer My name is Sean. When I was sixteen we lived in a middle class home in a small town in Indiana. There are five of us my mother, my step-father, my 20 year old sister Sara, my 17 year old step sister Darcy and of course myself. Yes, my stepfather was an asshole. My Mom was nice enough. Sara attends the community college. She was very sweet, absolutely gorgeous, and was one of the most popular girls in high school. Her senior year she was even selected the homecoming queen. Darcy on the other hand was a freaky nasty bitch on her best day. It gave her great pleasure to make me as miserable as possible. She was tall, even a little taller than me at 5’9”. She wasn’t unattractive. It was just really hard to tell, because her style was so freakish. She would always dress in black accessorize with studded leather collars and bracelets, dark make-up and nail polish, an array of piercings and an assortment black wigs of varying lengths. A whole morbid-punk-goth sort of thing that fits right in with the group of freaks she hung out with. At home or at school we generally just tried to avoid each other. ...

From Bad To Worse by GaggedUtopia From Bad To Worse Written By: GaggedUtopia Today was the day. I have waiting patiently for Friday night to start my adventure. I had come up with the idea earlier in the week when I was changing the batteries in my walkman. The idea was so simple that I didn’t believe I didn’t think of it before. An electromagnetic release system. I had used ice a number of times, but most of the time I get the “urge” at anytime and usually never think to keep a key frozen in the fridge. ...

Note – This story is true, or at least how I remember it. This happened to me about a week ago and taught me a lesson. I think everybody probably needs one of these lessons at one point or another if they practice self-bondage, providing it is not fatal. The Night Begins… I sat down at my computer and was pretty bored. It was a Sunday night and I had no plans to keep me busy, not even a rented movie. Since I had not made updated my site in a while, I decided that I would work on the next instalment of Amber’s Misfortune. Completing what I set out to do usually never happens as I start to get turned on. Before long, I convince myself it time for a break and time to tie myself up for a bit. Last Sunday was no different. ...

Sleep Sack Blue Balls by pierced_m AKA- rob Sleep Sack Blue Balls By pierced_m AKA- rob My Mistress/Wife “Denise” felt it was time for me to relate another story to you, and as W/we just finished, a session involving a sleep sack She instructed me to tell you about the first time W/we used the sleep sack. (W/we live the life of Mistress and bondage slave 24/7 and have converted a spare bedroom into a dungeon. Denise works as a Corrections Officer in a California State Prison and I have a medical retirement, which allows me to stay home.) ...

continues from part six Michelle 7: A Kind of Revenge As Steve went out of the door, he tossed me the keys to my bonds. He was going to be away for a week, and we had said all our farewells. His parting gift was to leave me chained up in a ball. It was going to take me some time to release myself. I twisted myself round, and rolled back so that I could pick up the bunch, using my handcuffed hands. There were over a dozen keys on the ring, and I had to try more than half of them before I found the one that fitted. With a struggle, I managed to reach the chains holding my elbows. I could just reach one elbow with my other hand. One at a time, I again tried different keys, always struggling to find the keyhole in the padlock one-handed. It took me over half an hour to release my elbows. Then it was the padlock holding my head down near my crossed ankles and I was finally able to uncurl. The chains on my ankles, thighs and neck were easy. ...

Angel’s Turn by Gandalf Angel had given her boyfriend David a very special birthday present, namely herself in a pretty strict bondage situation all tied up and ready to go. She wanted to give him a gift he wouldn’t forget…and he sure didn’t! David stood a lot taller than Angel at 6'4", and had sandy blond hair and blue eyes. The sort of blue eyes that could look green, or very blue, depending on what he wore. He had a fairly solid build, reminiscent of his former athletics in high school. ...

Here I am, naked except for chains, leather cuffs and padlocks hiding in the bushes next to a country road. Traffic is light but constant; another car goes by every minute or so mostly moms running errands during the day while the kids are in school or local construction workers driving between jobs. The last thing I want is to be caught by one those guys! Once in a while a really cute female drives by and I am sure she can see me hiding naked and helpless in the bushes a mere 5 feet from the edge of the road, sometimes I peer out a little almost hoping to be caught by one of the females. ...

Charlotte’s First Tease by Heavensforbidden Charlotte’s first tease. By Heavensforbidden. This is my first attempt at writing a story gromet, hope you like it.(most of it is true) “It depends on what you’re looking for” he said matter of fact. Robert was talking to his new girlfriend about the internet and what sites there were to be found if you looked in the right places. He and Charlotte had been seeing each other for about a week and had made love about 3 times since their first date. If Robert was to categorise their relationship he’d say they were at the ‘discovery’ stage. Still finding out about what each other liked in bed. ...

Confidential Package by bella_bubby Confidential Package * * * * * * * * PART 1 * * * * * * * * I hear a knock at the door, answer it, but no one is there. I look down and there sits a large box with my name stamped on top. With great difficulty I drag the box inside. Across the wooden crate in big red letters reads CONFIDENTIAL. I wasn’t expecting anything, maybe I won a competition or something, but what sort of prize would be so secret. I go into the laundry and grab my tool kit, grabbing the biggest claw hammer I have. I start to pry the lid off, when I hear a faint noise come from within the box. I try to peak in through the tiny gap, but its too dark inside to see anything apart from the faint shine of something metallic looking. I can still hear the faint noise, almost like breathing coming from inside that crate. That’s it…I want to know whats in that box. So frustrated with not knowing, I start laying into the box, ripping the lid off. As I do all four sides of the box collapse revealing a cold metal cage…but its whats inside the cage that interests me more… As I go in for a closer look, I hear another knock at the door. I go out and there at my feet is yet another box, this one much smaller and un-marked, only characterised by a large red ribbon. I untie the ribbon and as it falls to the ground I open the box and peer inside to see a large array of toys. Not toys a child would play with, but adult toys, vibrators, nipple clamps, even an electrode kit. As I move everything about in the box, having a look at the assortment, I see writing on the bottom of the box. I move everything aside to see the note…’Do with me as thou wilt…I am yours!’ ...