Angry Sister by nikkiroselee Back when I was a young girl I was into bondage. Being 14 there was no way I could ask anyone to tie me up and make me their slave. I used to love watch Terri Hatcher in the superman weekly series and wish I was the one bound and gagged So one day when my family left for work and my sister went to the mall with her girlfriends I decided to play. I first grabbed some clothesline my mom had in the shed and went to my dad’s weight bench. After figuring out what I was going to do I got dressed. I put on one of my mom’s business suits, it was a little big on me but it served the purpose. The suit was gray with a sort of checkerboard stitching to it. The jacket has a zipper in the front and the skirt was supposed to be knee length. I looked for a pair of shoes that would go with it and settled for a pair of plain black pumps with 3 inch heels. Luckily me and my mom wore the same shoe size. Stumbling a little I made it to my room. I noticed all the men in my life had fantasies about women in suits so I felt that would be a good costume to wear. ...

If you are the author to this story - please let me know. Invisible Rubber by Unknown INVISIBLE RUBBER A story from Kinky magazine #9 (1976) My outfit which, as I have told you previously is now a partnership, makes not only items which may be generally classified as bondage equipment, but also a wide range of rubber clothes. We have a Fashion Department, making the “frillies” for which there is always a demand even though because of continually rising labor and material costs prices are so high that I am ashamed of them! Only five years ago, I could provide a complete outfit of black rubber stockings and garterbelt, small briefs, bra, miniskirt and long-sleeved shirt-waister to retail for about $50. Today the retail price for exactly the same outfit would be around $120. The only difference is that on the $120 price I make less net profit than I used to at $50! It’s a hard world! ...

I’d had one of those pathetic metal frame futon beds for years now. Originally it was fun, fun to be able to fold it up as a couch for guests and fun for self bondage games. The metal frame was not very wide but it was perfect for slipping handcuffs around and they didn’t move much once there. Unfortunately it was slow murder for my back as the frame slowly bent after years of use and I decided to get a new one. ...

Pushing the Limits by Dick Chainy “Pushing the Limits” by Dick Chainy There was a sharp click as she attached the last of my hands to the bedpost. The nylon strap was wrapped around the bedpost and attached to itself by means of an ‘O’ ring and clip. I was naked and spread-eagled on the bed with a ball gag strapped securely around my head. The velcro cuffs held my wrists and ankles comfortably and the strong wooden bed frame would resist any force that I could exert. Around my waist I wore a belt with a D-ring on each side. ...

Sammy Joe’s Barnyard Self-Bondage - Chapter 2 by Hagster Sammy Joe’s Barnyard Self-Bondage Part Three Tying Up Some Loose Ends Hello again, Sammy Joe here. When last we met I had made a set of wrist and ankle shackles out of some barn door hinges and a thigh and body harness from three nylon horse halters. There were only a few more items to fabricate, and a trip to town was in order, not only to purchase a few supplies, but my driver’s license was due for renewal and I wanted to kill all the birds I could with one stone. ...

Spring Break Discovery by JC The day had been pretty boring at college. I couldn’t wait till I got home. I knew today would be the day. Both parents would be gone, and I just received my package in the mail. As if it weren’t great enough, tonight was the first night of spring break. My parents wouldn’t be gone for only one night, but they were taking a vacation and leaving me home alone to house sit. Being the mature twenty-one year old I am, they trusted me. ...

The Game by XVX The Game By XVX Kelly’s head was pounding. That and where ever she was damm cold. Complicating matters was she was completely naked. She looked around. She stood in a white room with a molded white table and chair that looked like part of the floor. One end had a computer screen with one green and one red buttons under it. The other end had a series of red drawers. Twelve in all. Each drawer had a keypad. She remembered backpacking through Europe with her friend and stopping off at a little hostile/inn and then drinking too damm much beer. Her friend. Lynn was not in the room with her. Was she dead? No, she did not think so. Where was she? A mental ward? No, at least the would have given her something to wear. The screen beeped. She read what was on it. ...

It all started out with me having a totally rotten day, so I came up with this great idea I would go down and check out this new club that opened in my area, meaning the Philadelphia area. I called everyone to see if they wanted to go along but everyone was busy, so I decided I’d go anyway. I dressed up casual, but looked pretty good. When I arrived I walked in and glanced around for a moment and I noticed that there was a lot of women sitting by themselves, and judging by their looks they were in the mid twenty’s to thirty’s age group. After browsing I made my way to the bar and found a seat. I then ordered a Black Berry Brandy and 7up, which kicked off my start of a very interesting and erotic evening. ...

Pete was driving home. It’s Friday evening; he just finished work for another week. He could not wait to get home and get into his rubber and latex gear. He had a huge fetish for rubber and latex. He spends the weekends wearing his favorite latex catsuit. He turned into a street. His eye caught the attention of a small shop on the corner. He slowed down he couldn’t believe it. In the window there was a collection of rubber and latex gear on display. The collection included catsuits, hoods, corsets, boots, gloves, gags, butt plugs and more. He never had seen this shop before. He looked at the time, 5.15pm, he wondered if the shop was opened or closed. He saw a light behind the display, good its still open, his heart jumped for joy. ...

Hypnotically Bound by John Roper Hypnotically Bound by John Roper Being blond and beautiful would have been a difficult enough social cross to bear for Susan. Having an outrageous figure made the visual burden that much more complex, making any kind of public appearance an exercise in extreme self-consciousness. Add to this mixed-blessing-dilemma the psychological wrinkle of a B/D-kinky nature, and what we had here was a woman who’d waited too long and hard for her one-and-only to come along. ...

Bound she is by Adam Egg ‘This story is fiction’ One day my girlfriend, Linda, found my interest in bondage. At this point I thought our relationship was over but was pleasantly surprised to hear her say she was willing to try. After thinking for a few moments, I said everything would be ready in a few days. To get her started, I allowed her to view some bondage pictures on the computer. This way she would have some idea of what to expect. ...

Out of Control By O-2-B-Tied 2003 It all started when I arrived home from work one night. I was met at the door by my wife wearing a leather g-string and leather & chain style bra that allows her ample breasts to be supported but exposed. She was sipping a glass of wine as I entered the house and announced that tonight I would be her slave to do with as she pleased, that was if I didn’t have anything else on for the evening. ...

Sammy Joe’s Barnyard Self-Bondage by Hagster Although this is a fictional story, the situations, methods, and gear described have been combined from imagined thoughts and actual experiences to form a story of hopefully believable and erotic fantasy. Enjoy. Hagster Part One Introductions My name is Sammy Joe (short for Samantha Josephine) and I live on a cattle farm in rural Missouri outside of Kansas City. My Father works very hard around the farm with all of the chores and expects my brother and me to help out where we can. My brother Joe (my parents lack a certain amount of originality where names are concerned) is usually found in the fields or the machine shop with Dad working the cattle or repairing odds and ends; mainly the more strenuous jobs. He lives down the lane with his wife in a mobile home on a plot of the family farm and has a partnership arrangement with our Dad. Apparently his degrees in Business and Agriculture have impressed our father. I, on the other hand, am only down on the farm through the summer months while on break from college. Being as I love animals, Veterinary seemed the way to go. Mom and Dad agree. So, while I am at home on breaks and such I can usually be found bottle feeding the calves, grooming my mare, helping Mom around the house, or working in the garden. Our farm has been in the family now since before the war (Civil War, that is) and we all are proud to be obligated with its operation and upkeep. I truly hate to be away for long periods. ...

I was expected by the Mistress I found over the net on a Monday morning. I worked nights, so it worked fine for me. I arrived to find her also cleaning out her house; she had a lot of different boxes, bags, etc. sitting in the living room. “So you want to experience being bagged, huh? Well, you’ll have to deal with the fact that I’m also cleaning my home. I normally only have sessions in the evening and overnight, but I’m doing this due to your work schedule. Understand?” ...

With two young children, having enough time to “play” was hard to come by. That is what made this evening so special. For some reason, my parents offered to watch the children for the weekend, giving us some time to be romantic without interruption. Our “play” developed slowly over the first 8 years of our marriage. That was until this year when we hit a hot spot. I always knew my wife had a secret love for bondage. After all, both of our children were conceived while she was tied up and as hot as could be. Overnight, her secret came out and sent us on a passionate journey. As things progressed, the bondage became stricter. As the bondage became stricter, she enjoyed it more. That is what led me to my idea for this special night. ...

Bound for Vengeance by Otto Dix Bound for Vengeance by Otto Dix March 21, 2003 [email protected] It was Saturday morning and I was on my way over to my little sister’s place to check on her house. She lived alone and asked me to feed the cat and water the plants while she went away for the weekend. I was a little pissed off with her that she thought I could just drop everything and take care of her damn cat, but I always tried to help her out, especially since I’ve always felt guilty about how I treated her a couple of years ago. ...

12th September. The surgery waiting room was deserted. The two men stood in the surgery itself, shaking hands and swapping envelopes. The deal was done. John Rose walked out of the doctors’ surgery with a smug, contented expression. He was a very rich man, but money couldn’t buy him the things he had wanted, until now. The doctor, Jamie, was a lifelong friend of John’s, and one of the country’s top surgeons, although only in his mid thirties. He was financially well off, but didn’t have the millions his friend John had in the bank. ...

Part 1 The Initiation Walker Potsakoff (who his friends called Pots) lived in a quiet neighborhood with his wife, Carol. Their daughter recently married had moved away with her new husband leaving Pots and Carol alone in their now quiet house. Pots taught algebra to high school students, and looked forward to retirement in twelve to fifteen years. His life was quiet and peaceful. Carol worked at a local department store as a clerk and also enjoyed her job. In general, the Potsakoff family had settled into a pleasant routine that they assumed would continue unaltered for years. ...

This is my first story. I hope you like it. If you want me to write a continuation please reply to me or this thread. For adults only. May only be reproduced in complete form. June’s Experiment by virtualstories Well, this is college, and you know how that goes. You perpetually don’t have any money. Any money I would get would go to buy a CD or something stupid. But my boyfriend’s birthday is in a month, and I don’t want to buy anything cheap. We have been going out for a year and he has spent so much money on me, I really want to get him something nice. What is a girl to do? ...

“Wanted- Female models (Must be at least 18) for aspiring new fetish publication/photography studio. Applicants must possess a good figure and not be opposed to modelling and being photographed in clothing of an unusual nature. Only those with good staying power need apply as this is to be a potentially long-term project. No experience necessary. Extraordinary pay. Apply at: Rubber Dolls Inc.” Jen read aloud, intrigued by this particular advertisement. It had been a few weeks since her last photo shoot and seeing as how her bills for the month were now coming in, the words “Extraordinary pay” called to her like a giant beacon. She wasn’t all that concerned about the strange nature of this modelling job, after all, she was reasonably open-minded about things of this nature and she always had wanted to do something a little more risque than the normal shoots she landed. She circled the address and phone number without delay, assuming by the name of the business that the clothing of an unusual nature mentioned in the ad must be rubber. For some reason the prospect of wearing tight rubber clothing sent a shiver of excitement down her spine and struck her as extremely erotic. Jen had never modelled anything like rubber fetish gear before but had heard some of her girlfriends talk about how lucrative an industry it was and so she decided she would definitely do it “Rubber Dolls Inc., Lisa speaking, How may I help you?” asked a pleasant female voice. “Ummmm… My name is Jennifer Smith. I am calling in regards to the help wanted ad in todays newspaper.” Jen stated. “Great! Believe it or not Jennifer, you are the first to reply to our ad! Have you ever modelled rubber clothing before?” Lisa asked. “I’m sorry, I am afraid I haven’t….” Jen replied, worried her chances might very well be evaporating. “Have no fear, Jennifer. As stated in the ad, experience isn’t necessary. I only ask to gauge your familiarity with our line of work. I have only one more question: Are you allergic to latex ?” asked the receptionist. “No, I don’t believe so. I always wear rubber gloves to wash my dishes and they have never given me problems before…” Jen replied. “That’s all we need to know! Are you free this afternoon? Could you drop by the studio at 2:00 this afternoon?” “That sounds fine to me!” responded Jen happily, optimistic that she could very well get this job. She laughed happily and rushed to the shower, anxious to get ready. ...