Internet Dominatrix by subgamble Internet Dominatrix by subgamble Before we can get into this tale, you need to know a few things about me. At the time I was 25 years old and had always been interested in bondage. I had practiced a lot of self bondage even to the extent of being bound almost 24 hours. I was really into receiving pain, or the idea of receiving pain. My dream was to meet a dominant woman that would tie me up with no hope of escape and torture me without mercy. I was also into male chastity belts and had purchased a very secure one from a famous manufacturer. Once I was locked into my Access Denied chastity belt, there was no escape and no sex. Not even could I masturbate. ...

She was a very lovely blonde and had everything going for her. She was in her early twenties with a full time job at the same company I worked for; and all the staff hated her! It was really very simple in that she was related to the owner and made sure everybody knew it. She was supposed to be “learning the ropes” before being promoted to management. But anytime there was a job to do that was in anyway difficult she dropped not so gentle hints that someone else should do it, and they usually did. I refused one day and she nearly got me in serious trouble. ...

Sammy Joe’s Barnyard Self-Bondage - Chapter 4 by Hagster Sammy Joe’s Barnyard Self-Bondage Part SevenWill They Ever Leave? Part Seven Will They Ever Leave? Good grief will Sunday ever come? And here I was on a Friday night, in my room, listening to talk radio. Boyfriend hundreds of miles away doing Lord knows what with God knows who, unwilling to pleasure myself while waiting for Sunday to arrive, and going over yet again the plans I was devising for myself. I unlocked my “hope chest” to take inventory of what I had amassed and possibly of what I had forgotten. I retrieved an old pair of sweatpants from a dresser drawer and grabbed my scissors. I wouldn’t need to be fully clothed, yet wanted some amount of protection from the restraints. Bondage need not be uncomfortable and I detest chafing. I snipped the legs of the sweatpants off at the knees, threw them and a large white cotton tee shirt back into the chest and locked it. Nothing left to do now but wait, some more. ...

Ann, had lived next to her neighbor Karen, since she and Alan had gotten married and moved there. Karen was a divorcee, five foot, six inches tall with black, short cut hair. 35 years old, not a bad figure, even after having a child. Karen was always over at Ann’s house, showing an extraordinary amount of interest in Ann’s husband Alan. She was constantly offering to help do this and help with that, when Alan was around. It had been quite obvious to Ann, even when they all went out as couples on a Friday night, (Karen brought her boyfriend.) Though Ann was not sure if Alan noticed, or was even interested. While they sat at the table, Karen was always very attentive to Alan’s every word and gesture. She would hang on his arm like a leech, laughing at every joke. (No matter how good.. or bad.) ...

The Visitor by Wallace THE VISITOR by Wallace How did that old TV series start? A deserted diner on a lonely road… Something like that wasn’t it? “The Invaders.” People from another planet who arrive on this one to take it over. Don’t they always? Well the A23 wasn’t exactly lonely that night but it wasn’t teeming with life either and it wasn’t a diner. I don’t think there are too many of them in East Sussex; in fact it was another vehicle. What appeared to be a deserted vehicle …I’m getting ahead of myself I suppose. ...

Before we get into my sad tale, you need to have a little background information. My name is Ted. I am a 33 year old, self employed, engineer consultant. I am tall, 6-4, about 250 lbs., blue eyes with an athletic figure. I have always been interested in bondage from as far back as I could remember. I had always been interested in being put in bondage mummification. I tried several times but could only do the job about half way and it was not satisfactory. I was left to do my self bondage games most of the time. I was lucky. For the last 6 months I had been going with a lady named Linda. ...

And so the last three months had gone by, and life just seemed to be work, work, work. Tina was very busy at her business what with several new accounts to keep on top of and I had been supervising a new project for my employers which meant I had been spending quite a bit of time away from home and sex had been bottom of the agenda except for a quick grope here and there. This week was the last away from home before the Easter weekend, so I would be home Thursday night for a four-day break, time at last for Tina and Me to spend some time together even though we had nothing special planned. Tina had phoned me to let me know she was fine at home and that Caroline was staying a few days to keep her company and to tell me she would be using the credit card kiss, kiss. In other words she was going on a shopping spree! ...

This story is fiction. Don’t try this at home (unless you know what you are doing). I tried to write this from a female point of view. I hope I got the feelings and emotions correct. I have been doing self-bondage for some time and very much enjoy the hog tie, for which I devised a release device. The parts list: Two lengths of 2" PVC pipe 4" long, four 2" end caps, PVC glue, two eye bolts about 5" long, four nuts and two large washers to fit the eye bolts, one 1/4" bolt about 1" long, one nut and two washers for the bolt. Start by drilling a 1/4" hole in two of the end caps. Install a washer on the bolt and push it through one of the end caps from the inside. Place the second end cap over the bolt and add the washer and nut, then tighten well. A little glue between the end caps and under the washers will help seal the holes. Next, glue each piece of pipe into the end caps. Drill a large hole in each of the last two end caps, just a little larger than the washers for the eye bolts and glue them to the end of the pipes. Finally, install a nut on each eye bolt and thread it along about 1/2", then install the washer and second nut. Tighten everything 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. ...

They met on the Internet about two months ago. Her roommate had moved out and Dana had been spending more and more time in chat rooms. Chris had made her feel comfortable and at ease in chatting about sex in a new and exciting way. Dana was told about bondage and her curiosities had led her to some sites that had a lot of information; techniques, some photos and philosophies. She had become comfortable with putting clothespins on her nipples and had even come once, while simply tugging a string tied to the clothes pins on her nipples. She liked the extra stimulation and was ready to try more. They agreed to meet after awhile and Chris, it turned out, lived only a few miles away. A neutral site was discussed and they agreed to meet at a tavern on the edge of Dana’s town, but Chris wanted to add some risk to the adventure, and Dana accepted the plan. ...

Everyone into self-restraint knows how much time is spent tying and untying, until you get it right. The disappointment of being able to escape too soon. I had an idea for a spread eagle that I wanted to try. So one night I decided to fit it together. My bed is one of those steel frames without a footboard. The legs under the foot of the bed are just about right to spread eagle my legs. Around the bed was run a line at about the place where my feet should go. To the ends of this line and on top of the bed, short (five feet) to both ends of a half-inch line is tied (with a sheet bend) to the line on each side of the bed. The half inch line has a Cat’s-Paw knot in each bight to go around the ankles. With these around the ankles the feet were almost be able to touch. From the center of the line under the bed, another line runs under the bed to a Rope Ratchet on the headboard of the bed. If I pulled this line through the Rope Ratchet it would spread my legs. I tied a bowline in a bight into a closed loop of half-inch line. When I tightened it the end only came to my fingers. There was a similar loop for my left hand held to the bedpost with an ice lock. I had not put ice in the ice lock; instead put in a cork from a wine bottle. I was ignoring a rule I had about always using an ice lock as a safety release. I was just checking for size. With my left hand fastened to the left post, I locked my right hand to the right post with a combination lock. I was now a prisoner. The lock was well lighted, so I could unlock it at any time. ...

Hypnotically Bound Part 3 by John Roper Hypnotically Bound 3 by John Roper Susan’s two-block walk to Moon’s dry cleaning establishment gave her time to unwind, something she had not been able to do since meeting John. Her gait was slow and deliberately casual, as if what she was about to experience happened all the time- a subtle sign she did not take lightly, given the addictive nature of her premier adventure into the fun world of hypnotic bondage and discipline. The closer Susan got to Moon’s Dry Cleaners, the hornier she got, knowing full well that she had agreed to a photo session that would last an hour, and that she would allow herself to be bound, chained, whatever, by a man with whom she hadn’t shared more than four minutes at a time of get-acquainted conversation. ...

As an unemployed computer programmer, I’ve had a lot of time on my hands while job hunting in a rather thin market. All this free time has enabled me to enjoy my self-bondage interests a lot more. Dan’s job keeps him pretty busy from 9 to 5 as well as on the occasional business trip so when he’s not around, I have to amuse myself. While lying around one morning fantasizing, the idea of a self-bondage program came into my head. What if I could write a program for a robot that would take control of me? Once in restraints, I would be under its complete control. The program would consist of a set of sexually stimulating situations that would be chosen at random and performed on my bound body by the robot. I would be helpless to stop it or influence what would happen to me next. Granted, the situations would be ones I personally enjoy or would they? I could program in a few things I might not enjoy but may have wanted to try. ...

This is a 100% true story; it happened last night. I had seen an ad in the local free paper for ‘domination in the suburbs’, so one time I called and asked what kind of dungeon they had. “Fully equipped”, they said. I wasn’t interested in paying for a dungeon session, especially since two previous attempts elsewhere were very unsatisfying. But I did want to pay them a visit, and did last night. My wife was out of town for the weekend. I was going to a play in a theatre, which was halfway from home to the dungeon. Now was the time! Before I left home, I put on the bottom layer - - a pair of very tight female trunks, which are so tight that I had to cut out the crotch to keep from a lot of pain from the pressure on my balls. Over that, a pair of boy leg trunks (female style so they are snug in the crotch, but not uncomfortable). And then my regular clothes. I had also generously lubricated my asshole with Noxema. After the play, I went to a stall in the men’s room and pulled down my pants. I decided that it was a good idea to take a leak, even though not doing so would add to the pressure, I worried about doing it when I was in the car. Then I took a butt plug out of my pocket and inserted it; this was a five-inch rubber plug and to keep it in place, I had glued a short piece of plastic pipe onto the end. I pulled up the inner panties and then the outer trunks, putting in an athletic cup. I then went out to the car and pulled into a corner of the parking lot for the rest of the preparation. I removed the rest of my clothes. The first new item was a bodysuit, which used to fit but now is too snug to secure the snaps. However, it did fit over my body and served one purpose - - the cowl at the top could form a hood. Then a pair of white tights; I wanted to use black but couldn’t find them. And white would serve to accentuate the rest of the outfit. After that, a black turtleneck leotard. The clothing was on; now for the accessories. First, a collar. A tag in front read ‘I’M TAKEN. Property of Mistress Clair.’ I took a padlock and secured both the collar and the leotard’s zipper in back. I knew once I clicked the lock that I was stuck until I got home, because that’s where the key was. And then a one-inch belt which closes with a hasp. At that point, I stopped and drove to the location. I drove back and forth a couple of times; I didn’t want to use their parking lot because they could see that I could drive and this would defeat the image I was trying to present. I had two choices, parking in a shopping center across the street or in an adult bookstore 100 yards down the street but on the same side. This is a major road so I picked the latter. (Traffic was already sporadic, coming in bunches as traffic lights down the way turned green, and then nothing.) I put the car keys into my sock; the bulge was not noticeable. Then I got out and walked to the side of their building where I finished the preparation. A ball gag with a label dangling from the front, ‘SASSY MOUTH - Do Not Open Until Midnight.’ And a pair of leather hasp cuffs; I hid the key for the padlock under my crotch, which was within easy reach and not at all noticeable. I put on the gag and locked the cuffs to the hasp from the belt. And then I went in. I handed them a note which ‘my mistress’ had written, telling them ‘I’ needed a place to park my slave on Thursday night, and to show me the dungeon so I might report back to her. (once I take the gag out of his sassy mouth.) The three scantily dressed women had a bit of trouble figuring out what the note meant but with my grunts and, at one time, my attempt to write on paper when my wrists were locked together, they understood. They showed me the dungeon, which was small but had a rack, a square board with manacles in each corner, and a pillory. They gave me the price and I left. I got around the corner and tried to unlock my cuffs but couldn’t seem to manage it. So I walked back to the car, and found there was another car parked next to me, and there was a man in the driver’s seat! I know I gave him quite a show as I fumbled with the car keys and then got inside. I finally managed to get the cuffs lock open, then removed the gag from my aching jaws. It was a disappointing session, but one would never know until one tried it. None of the three girls seemed to be interested in what I was wearing; none of them ‘played along’ by looking at the tag dangling from my collar nor the tag on the gag. (That one was in large type so maybe they could read it without seeming to.) I had thought of wearing a pair of leg irons but considering where I was parked, I decided not to - - even though I could have released myself from them outside the building. I wonder what this addition might have brought in their attention. I could also have put a lock on the gag but the only other lock I had was a mate to the one with the key at home, and I was 30-40 minutes away from home. (But I was also hoping that maybe they would notice the gag was not locked and remove it so I could communicate . . . but that was asking too much.) I got home, released the collar, and took a well-deserved piss. Then I thought that since the outfit was so comfortable, I would wear it to bed. The only thing I took off was the bodysuit, which was too snug for sleeping. Yes, I kept the butt plug in, though I did take it out for a refresher on Noxema. On the way home, I thought of how much fun it would be to return to the mini-dungeon but for an overnight session. I would walk in with wrists handcuffed behind my back and the leg irons on, with the key for both dangling from the front of my collar. They would put me into the dungeon and I would plan to stay past the shift- change - - the place is open 24 hours a day. And when the new shift arrived, the departing one would tell them of the occupant of the dungeon, and they would come in a torment me. Since their slogan is ‘Be our naked playmate, or we’ll be yours’, someone could also remove my trunks and then they could all tease me about my lack of endowment . . . . and chain me up totally naked and exposed to view, and my being unable to do anything about it . . . . . . ...

Bound he is by Adam Egg ‘This story is fiction’ Don’t try this at home (unless you know what you are doing). After our Saturday afternoon of fun, Linda talked a few times about doing it again. Of course, I was ready to go at any time. Even though the experience had been very pleasurable, it had also been somewhat stressful and more than two or three sessions a month might be too much. The following Saturday morning I made a short grocery list. Just before noon I gave her the list with the instruction that she should leave exactly at noon, keep an eye on her watch and return in no less that 30 minutes but no more the 40 minutes. Also, she was to get the items on the list and nothing else. There was a puzzled look on her face so I said, “Trust me, I will have a surprise for YOU.” Emphasis on the ‘you’. The store was close by and there was nothing perishable on the list so she should have no problem. At the stroke of noon she left and I got started. First, a note on the door, ‘Linda, come in and lock the door behind you. Leave the groceries in the living room and follow the arrows upstairs.’ Next, several large arrows were placed on the floor, first toward the stairs, than up and finally into the main bedroom where the closed circuit TV was placed on the dresser. Then I went into the spare bedroom, closed the door and removed every stitch of clothing including my watch. There was a clock in the wall so I could keep track of time. First, I rapped a Velcro strap around my scrotum and attached a string and small weight. The weight was placed in the table for now. After stepping in front of the T, I slipped a belt around my thighs, tied my ankles and knees with straps and belted my hips and waist. The thigh belt was removed. ...

A true story for your self bondage page. The following is a true story. I have been a bondage lover for many years, but my current girlfriend is very “vanilla”. To her, oral sex is verging on “kinky”, so, bondage is totally out of the question, and never mentioned. We don’t even live together, because it is “not right unless you are married” (her words) However, I love the feeling of being tied up, and frequently indulge in self bondage. I always tie myself the same way - lying on the bed on my back, legs wide open, with my feet tied individually to either side of the bedpost above my head. Then, my wrists handcuffed to the bedhead, key in ice on a string, so it drops down exactly to the height of my hands. Not being able to touch myself makes me incredibly horny, and as soon as the ice melts & I’m free, I always make myself climax within seconds. I don’t like the thought of a heavy caning, but a light spanking turns me on. Anyway, one afternoon I set out all my equipment, tied my legs wide apart above my head, then with very light strokes, spanked my arse with my leather paddle. Just enough to get me nice & hard, then I snapped on the cuffs and fantasised about being teased by a leather-clad dominatrix. Unfortunately, Caren, my girlfriend, who NEVER drops in un-announced, decided to come over, as she was in the area. Her mobile phone battery had died, so she didn’t ring first. My car was in the driveway, so she knew I was home. I didn’t hear her knock on the door, so she presumed I was in the back of the house & let herself in with the key that I had once given her. Suddenly my bedroom door opened. She screamed in shock. She was totally convinced that someone had done this to me. Until I asked her to grab the key from the still unmelted ice release string. Then the penny dropped (unfortunately, the key didn’t) ...

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] Hello, I’m a fan of your site and find the stories fantastic. Please more of it … I have written a story about a young couple, the girl ist going permanently enclosed in thick black rubber, with lot of pain and her boyfriend enjoys ist at last. ...

Long Awaited by SubKitten73 A Friend In Need By T.S. FESSELN Thought this might be worth viewing… it is a first for me, and if I get response, I will continue the story to let readers know what really happened next! Long Awaited" written by SubKitten73 She awoke with a start. Was that the phone ringing? No… it must have been a dream so she rolled back over in the bed and fell back to sleep. A scant few minutes later, she was jolted by the very real ringing next to the bed. Who in the world would be calling her tonight? “Hello?” she asked timidly, not even sure why she had the urge to answer the phone in the first place. “Good evening. How are you this evening?” She didn’t know quite what to say. The voice sounded ruggedly familiar. Could it be? After such a long time? “Hello… I am fine,” she said, stumbling over her words and trying to wake up more so she could really decide if it was Him on the other end. “Hello, what, my dear? Has it been so long that you don’t remember the proper way to address me?” That was all she needed and then she knew it for sure. ...

Dark haired Nancy carefully dialed the phone. “Judith, you just have to come over and see this”, she said excitedly. “What’s that?” Judith asked. “Just come over you’ll see when you get here, ok?” “Ah, sure thing,” the blonde said, “fifteen minutes”. “Alright,” Nancy said, “when you get here use the key under the flower pot and let yourself in.” That last comment was odd to Judith but the line went dead before she could ask about it. ...

G’day, Gromet, Thanks for your terrific site. For a long time I thought I was the only person like me in all the world - but now I’m one of the Gromet group! Your galleries and stories have been a real eye-opener and turn-on, and I’m always learning new tricks. The latest one is Nimrod’s “Inflatable Mummy Sack,” an inflatable mattress rolled like a burrito, with pump attached. I have to tell you, it works! What a great idea. ...