Slave’s Training by PShadowPhazer You walk into the bedroom, looking around you see the chains hanging from the wall sparkle in the light of a single lamp in a corner and me sitting on the bed. “Well my little slave do you know why I wanted you in here?” Kneeling before the bed you hold your head high with your eyes downcast as it should be. “No Master what have you called this one in here for?” You can feel my frown as it grows. “Because I saw you kissing another man my pet and for that you must be punished.” “But Master…” is all you can get out before I push a ballgag into your mouth and lock it shut behind your head, then reaching behind you I take your wrists and raise you up so you are standing on your tiptoes and enclosing your wrists in handcuffs dangling on the end of a chain from the ceiling. ...

A story told by ‘Amy’ to Robert Kingsley I decided to surprise Ken. It had been a long time since we had seriously played bondage games and our sex life was getting a bit stale. He was away an awful lot of the time and I could not very well wear out a set of dildo’s because of that, could I now? So this Friday evening he was in for a big surprise! ...

Walking the Plank by Nickerlas Walking the Plank by Nickerlas I couldn’t see much through the open zipper in the front of the leather mask, and I couldn’t push the branches out of my way as my wrists were firmly tied behind my back. Chum was guiding me along the forest path with a strong grip on my arm, all the while filming our progress on his digital. Apart from sandals and the mask I was stark naked. ...

Dungeon Of Denial Chapter 1 - The Lamb by Dangermouse Dungeon Of Denial - Chapter 1 - The Lamb The morning began like so many others as Anne sipped her morning coffee and watched the throngs of students file through the cafeteria. It was a conglomeration of individual routines that had gone unchanged at the university for more years than could be remembered. Anne’s divorce had been rough, but she knew that going back to college and completing her degree would be just the ticket to get her life back on track. Financially it was hard, But Anne worked long hours and was adjusting nicely. Still there was a monotonous air to her life. School in the mornings, waitressing in the afternoons, gym in the evening. A hectic schedule to be sure, but worth the effort nonetheless. ...

Dear Gromet, Here is my part of the joint venture with Jenny. Why not post it while we wait for her contribution. Entertaining Jenny Prologue Jenny and I agreed to pursue a fantasy joint venture. First I would tell her what I would do if I had her in my power, and she would then have an opportunity to write a reply or “payback” story. At the moment Jenny is still working on her part and we hope to post it as soon as it is done, but for now here is my contribution: ...

Well I have to start out by telling you that I don’t have much time to tell my story before she gets home. It all started when I was 17. I was a young guy with a nice truck and girls always wanted me to take them for a ride so they could get off on the pounding subs I had behind the seat. This one girl I picked up one day was just a little different than the rest of the girls I hung around with so I decided to take it a little further with her. We started dating and this and that, and next thing you know I’m finding myself tied to the bed and she’s riding me like there’s no tomorrow. I was not the most experienced guy on the planet and I was sure I didn’t want to let this little philly get away from me. ...

(story continues from Ballet Bound) Part Two Page�s preparations began the nite before “our trip” with a series of injections, as I lay perfectly stretched on her evil black leather bondage table. Moaning through the swatches of cheap grey duct tape covering the bottom of my face as a series of super sharp needles were slowly inserted and withdrawn from my left hip, the black tights then rolled snugly back up my waist. On my stomach, limbs anchored by white clothesline rope to each corner of the table, a rather simple bondage arrangement . This was the first time for the needle. ...

I’d been doing self-bondage for a year or so before I first got caught. It was an intensely sexy, humiliating and painful experience. At the time I was living alone in a top floor apartment in town. I’d done a lot of scenes but always safely behind closed doors. Now I wanted to push myself and take a bit more risk. I’d read about people leaving the keys out in the yard so that they couldn’t get them until they were sure the neighbours were asleep. That wouldn’t work in an apartment block, however I came up with something similar. ...

Place: The Drake Rubber Products Inc. factory 11:50 PM. Night shift employee Helen Clark, a 24 years old data processor, catches up on work left over from the previous night. She sits at her desk entering data on her computer. She is an attractive 5’ 8” brunette who also freelances occasionally as a model. She is single and works night shifts at D.R.P.I. four nights a week. She works in her bare feet, relieved that she can relax and work comfortably as if working at home. ...

Electric Lady By: The Techster It is no secret that my lover, Techie, got me well with her last treat and torment. The combination collar/wrist/ankle spreader and cbt device had me helpless and displayed in out annual halloween party. Now it is my turn and I promised her I would do “her right” If my plan worked my marriage partner of 30 + years, wife, lover, part time slave and part time dom, was going to experience the strongest orgasm she had ever experienced. ...

(story continues from Paragon Vs Plastica 14) Chapter 15: Endgame by Cobalt Jade ([email protected]) The sorceress started forward, blinked, then hesitated. She was not a creature who easily registered surprise, but Cinnabar was certain she expected to find Plastica alone. Shana and Allison avoided her hooded black gaze, knowing firsthand of her hypnotic nature from the Stuttgart raid; but Lori, Noelani and Gina stared in fascination, dazzled by her ancient, alien beauty. Kylasha was tall and firmly built, dusky skinned, with raven hair and slightly slanted eyes; her mien was that of a powerfully muscled cobra. She wore a plain black shirt and black trousers, mundane traveling wear, and a pair of tall boots. The only exotic touch was a pair of heavy gold earrings that swung from her lobes, with designs that might have been pre-Egyptian. ...

Peasant Girl in Self-Bondage by Hershel Schaeffer Here is an original story I’ve written. Use it on your site if you want to. I will also be posting it on the Dreambook “Caught in self bondage site” as well. This is partI Peasant Girl in Self-Bondage Hershel Schaeffer As long as I can remember, seeing a woman tightly bound caught my attention. Although, I don’t know exactly why, around the age of 14 or 15 years old I began to experiment with tying my wrists together to see how it could be done to prevent escape. The idea progressed to the point where I had the uncontrollable desire to know what it felt like to be completely and helplessly bound. As strange as it may sound it seemed perfectly natural to me that the most appropriate and exciting way to do this would be to dress myself in girl’s clothing. My sister, Brittany, is just a year younger than I am. Although I was quite a bit taller than she was, I was a very slender young man at the time. As such her clothes fit me reasonably well. ...

The Academy of Erotic Arts and Sciences has long been exploring and experimenting with the outer fringes of human sexuality. Most of their work is done with members, and while the results are published in certain “inside” journals, the research facilities are not open to the curious public. The exception is the Erotic Art Museum. Here are displayed all sorts of erotic art from European and Asian classics to modern creations, including some by Academy members. ...

continued from part one Part 2: Rachel & Jose Four months ago, Suzanne went out on a job to rob the house of a Bob and Becky Smith. Unbeknownst to her friends, she had been caught in the act of her burglary. She was imprisoned in their home and hadn’t been heard from since. Alive, dead, or skipped town? Her friends intend to find out what happened. Rachel sat on the couch wondering to herself. She hadn’t seen or heard from her friend Suzanne in about 4 months. This was unusual, since she and Suzanne had become very close. (They were both bi-sexual and had been lovers for some time.) Being accomplished cat burglars and occasional partners in crime, they saw each other at least once a week, so that they could share stories and trade their spoils. Together, they were the most successful pair of cat burglars this town had seen in quite a few years. ...

continued from part two Part 3: Captives Through some very adept investigative work, Suzanne’s friends have discovered that she made it to the Smith house and gotten inside. They are certain that something happened to her, while there. Rachel under the guise of a job as an Interior Decorator had gained employment there, also and more importantly, the Smith’s confidence. She found the proof she needed and had confronted the Smith’s. Rachel had arranged an exchange between them using the evidence she had, to trade for “something valuable”. A few surprises may await her. ...

One of the early bondage story sites I came across included a short story entitled “Into the Woods”, (presented as a “this happened to me” story) the plot of which consisted of the following: The viewpoint character, a man, agrees to meet a new mistress at a rental cabin in a public park. She meets him, blindfolds and collars him, and takes him on a motorcycle ride deeper into the park.. It is about midnight when she pulls up well “into the woods”, where she strips him, adds a ball gag, and locks him into a combination chain incorporating wrist and ankle cuffs and a cock cuff. Supposedly, this combination makes it only possible for him to move by crawling on hands and knees. The mistress then takes off his blindfold, advises him he has to make his way back to the cabin by 5:00am, or she will be leaving, taking his clothes and the keys, and departs on the cycle, leaving him alone, naked, chained, gagged, and lost. After a long, painful, frightening crawl, he gets back to the cabin just in time to see her complete her promise to abandon him and head into town. He is left in the park as he is. Further instalments were promised but never appeared. ...

The Gates of Hell Experiment by Prof. Challenger ([email protected]) The Gates of Hell Experiment, by Prof. Challenger ([email protected]) I bought a cock toy called a “Gates of Hell” for experimentation purposes. It consisted of a strap with a series of graduated rings attached. In this case, there were five, and made out of black rubber. (Some are made of metal rings, and have up to seven rings). Another page on the internet devoted to chastity reported that some users had had some success using these as chastity devices. I’m not into the prospect of long-term chastity, but any ideas involving a good, cheap dungeon toy attracts me. ...

The Garment Bag by Gospodin Copyright (C) 2003 Gospodin. Permission to modify and/or distribute for any purpose is granted freely provided this notice remains intact. I was on my way back from a small island nation known for its beaches and lush vegetation. I had just brought my two slavegirls to a bondage retreat in the jungle there, and sold them at auction. I still get a woody when I remember the looks on their gagged faces when they realized that the auction was genuine, and that they’d never see me or their country again. ...

The Knots Experiments by Prof. Challenger The Knots Experiments, by Prof. Challenger ([email protected]) Since researching self-bondage on the Internet, I’ve become aware of a number of different ways to delay release. One of the most simple, yet with a number of intriguing subtleties, is the use of a rope with multiple knots. Variation one: Standing, hands over head. To prepare, I took about an eight foot piece of nylon clothesline rope, doubled it, and slid a heavy-gauge two-inch diameter cock ring down one end to hang at the center. I then left about a six inch loop at the center with the cock ring trapped within it, and knotted the ropes to close the loop. I then put seventeen more “post office” knots into the remaining length of the ropes, so that each one would have to be undone in order to free the ring from the rope. ...

OK. So I can remember the party. My best friends’ 30th and it was huge. All in total I think there were about 100 people attending, most of whom I knew. It was open bar, live music, and in a hotel, so my level of intoxication was not to be an issue. There were some new faces, one face I remember clearly (along with other of her attributes), a red head, about 5'5" and looking like a Victoria’s Secret model. She was dressed in tight blue jeans and a low cut top and seemed to be interested? Now, I am not the super stud, hunk of a man that would seem to be her type. I am about 6’, 200 lbs., and have that “boy next door” look, you know, the one who the parents always liked but she wanted something a little more “dangerous”. That’s not to say I don’t my dark side, the side that I apparently shared with this stranger, Aaron?. I think. Anyway, I remember talking to her at the bar and hitting it off. We talked for hours, or so it seemed. I know that we entered into some conversations relating to sex, and as I put down the beers, they became quite explicit. I shared with her my fascination with bondage, something that only an X would have known about me. She in turn shared some of her more risqué sex stories. She was obviously more versed than I in the subject and I found myself becoming aroused. ...