(story continues from Tied at Work) Tied at Work 2 by Jan Wright Part two Dave had suggested I have my nipples pierced and a few days later, I went with him to his friends and had them done. His friend fitted the rather large rings and then sealed them shut so I couldn’t take them out. The constant weight of the rings kept my tits alive with their constant bouncing. I worried that someone at the office may see them. ...

Weekend Fantasia-Work Semi-fiction by Prof. Challenger ([email protected]) It was 1PM on a summer Saturday, and the Costume Shop was closing for the weekend. Talia locked the front door, and said good-bye to the skeleton crew from the rental department as they punched out and left. Talia, who managed the Retail Sales department, the masks and makeup and accessories, was usually the last one out. She finished counting out the cash register and reconciling the receipts, then punched out herself. But she did not leave. ...

Weekend in Rotterdam by Dutchgirl Hi, I’m Nena from Holland and I’m 23 years old. I’m a big fan of selfbondage since I was about 13 or 14 years old. I used to tie myself up when my parents went out. I also have a sister who is 2 years younger than me. I was never caught or unable to escape. The story I’m going to tell you happened when I was 18. ...

Tracy had never been bound by anyone, not even herself. Turning 18 seemed as good an excuse as any to remedy that shortcoming. Being the gorgeous brunette she was, cyber chats seemed to be the safest inroad to exploring the latent image she’d so carefully hidden from her circle and family since the morning she woke from a dream in which someone strong and masculine tied her to a chair and left her to the kinky outcome of her first, bondage wet dream. ...

Several stories posted on this site (“Computer Bondage” , “Remote Controlled”, and “Zipped and Shocked”) brought to mind a self-bondage computer program I created a while back. I wanted something controlled by an external entity. I wanted uncertainty about how long I would be restrained (and no way to intervene once locked up). As a practical matter, I needed to be able to set outer time limits. I wanted “torture” while locked up—also unpredictable and uncontrollable. What I Came Up With ...

Thursday afternoon. Sunlight filtered through the almost closed window blinds into the quiet sleeping room. The bed was wide and inviting, the satin sheets glistening in the few rays of sun that managed to sneak in. He stood totally naked in the middle of the room, his clothes in a neat bundle on the chair next to the dresser. Bending over he picked up a leather body harness. It felt cool and stiff in his hands as he started to put in on, looping the straps over his shoulders and closing them behind his back. The crotch strap had a steel ring in it through which his cock and balls went; he pulled it tight up behind his back and closed it. Then he closed the cuffs around his ankles and locked them together. ...

Test Tube There is no up. There is no down. I cannot tell any orientation. The sameness pressing against me from every side fades to a constant that I no longer notice. How long have I been in this cocoon? How long will I remain in it? The rest periods are the hardest. Minutes or hours of nothing, no sensory input other than the constant pressure that successfully blends into nothingness. The darkness over my eyes, the lack of sound, the lack of any change in tactile stimulation, the constant presence of the sweet, thick odor of raw rubber in my brain. I have completely lost any sense of time. Have I been here for hours, days or weeks? ...

8 8 Fantasy of a Kat by kitn Yet another of Kats Creations Fantasy of a Kat Entering the room she moved upon all fours to her favourite place, the sheepskin rug, warmed by the suns rays she turns about a few times before laying down upon it. Closing her eyes against the suns light, she feels her chains heating up gently warming her skin wherever they touch her. With a soft sigh, she visibly relaxes there in the sun on her rug, awaiting the return of her Master. ...

It was a game I often played with my girlfriend, but since our split-up, outdoor bondage had been rare for me. This Sunday however, was to be different. I had spent all day Saturday tidying out the garage and one thing I found was our box of various bike saddles. Sara and I had developed quite a passion for bondage in all forms, and outdoor adventures were particularly exciting. One outdoor adventure that we had developed was cycling and I had created a variety of saddles for use by either of us when riding. When I found these saddles I was overwhelmed by the urge to have a trip out for old-times sake. I quickly changed the saddle on my bike for the special I had made. Up early on Sunday morning it was time to start my day out. ...

It was a game I often played with my girlfriend, but since our split-up, outdoor bondage had been rare for me. This Sunday however, was to be different. I had spent all day Saturday tidying out the garage and one thing I found was our box of various bike saddles. Sara and I had developed quite a passion for bondage in all forms, and outdoor adventures were particularly exciting. One outdoor adventure that we had developed was cycling and I had created a variety of saddles for use by either of us when riding. When I found these saddles I was overwhelmed by the urge to have a trip out for old-times sake. I quickly changed the saddle on my bike for the special I had made. Up early on Sunday morning it was time to start my day out. ...

(story continues from Paragon Vs Plastica 8) 8 8 Paragon vs. Plastica by Cobalt Jade Chapter 9: Dim Sum and Diamonds Lori and Darlene sat down to afternoon dim sum at the Dragon Pearl, the largest restaurant in Chinatown. Waitresses wheeled heavy metal carts up and down the aisles, announcing in sing-song voices the names of their treats: sho mai, ban gow, dumplings, noodles, soups. Darlene looked at everything with amazement. She’d clearly never eaten dim sum before. “What’s that?” she kept asking. “And that? And that?” ...

8 8 Surprised Again by sin_dy Gromet’s Plaza - www.dajungle.com/selfbondage After I “came out of the closet” and revealed my love of bondage to my boy friend, my whole life has changed. He took to bondage like a duck to water! He confessed that he had read the letters in Forum, Playboy and other men’s magazines and it was a real turn-on. He said just the thought of a girl, all bound up, unable to resist, unable to stop a man, or another girl for that matter, from touching, licking, probing, devouring her was a secret desire that probably most men have. Of course, few would ever admit it. ...

8 8 The Long Road Home by kitn Yet another of Kats Creations The Long Road Home She walked down the winding desert road her blue denim shorts hugging her tight, so short they could have passed as underwear. Her shirt if you could call it that consisted of a brief bikini top chosen for its white color, which set off her sun darkened skin to perfection. The top itself barely consisting of enough fabric to cover her nipples let alone contain her pert ample breasts. Her legs long and lean ended in a pair of canvas boat shoes and no socks. She reaches up to impatiently brush at a long strand of auburn hair that has been blown into her grey eyes. ...

8 8 The Party’s Over by RopeBound 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. ...

8 8 The Stable by kitn Yet another of Kats Creations The Stable The day dawned bright, sunshine streaming through the window bathing her face in warmth. Opening her eyes she rolls over and looks at the clock a smile lighting her face as she jumps up and stretches. “Today is the day,” she thought as she headed off to the shower. Entering her bedroom after her shower she begins rummaging for her Riding apparel when her phone begins to ring. Rushing to answer the phone her greeting a clipped “Yes?” the voice on the other end easily identifiable she listens. “No Sir My riding lesson is this Morning” pausing “Yes Sir i will be home on time” another pause as she listens “Yes Sir .. Goodbye” skipping back to her room dons her riding gear and leaves her home a smile on her face. ...

Hi my name is Carey I am a 23 year old female who has been turned on by bondage etc for as long as I can remember. I first discovered bondage as a kid with my friends. As I got a little older I began to make the connection between bondage and sexual pleasure. As an adult I have enjoyed bondage with others and most recently alone. I should mention that I have been a fan of Gromets page for quite some time. In fact it was from repeated visits to the site that I finally pieced together some ideas to try on my own. ...

Hello Gromet. I have a separate “story” to submit. I’ve been getting requests for electircal play information. I thought I would write down what I know from my personal experiences. It is a “How-To-Manual” with a short scenerio at the end. I’d appreciate it if you posted this as well. I know its alot, but I don’t think you will be hearing from me for awhile after this. Thanks, Otto. ...

8 8 Flight Security by Margaret B Suggested by lillian That bitch is queer! She enjoyed every second from seeing me take off my shoes to using that light to look up my pussy. This was the first time I’ve flown since Master Rick put the rings in and I didn’t think. I just did not think that two small rings in my pussy lips hooked by a mailbox lock would set off the metal detector. Shit, was I wrong! As I stood in line, I realized the rings and lock might set off an alarm, but I hoped panties, pantyhose, skirt, and holding my legs together would be enough. Being pulled out of line and going through the whole routine with the wand was bad enough, but then I was taken by a female security agent to a private room. I felt like every eye was on me and I knew where those eyes were looking, right at my crotch. Another woman sitting at a desk in the small, clean, and brightly lit room told me what the law required and asked me to sign a form acknowledging my consent. “Please place all your belongings on the table and remove all your clothing”, the statement was short, tactful, and embarrassing. ...

8 8IF YOU HAVE A HEART CONDITION OR PACEMAKER, PLEASE DON’T DO THIS Please take care if attempting to use any electrical device! Instructions for “Stereo Electro-Stimulation” (SES) by Otto Dix Instructions for “Stereo Electro-Stimulation” (SES) by Otto Dix Several people have asked me for information regarding “stereo electro-stimulation” (SES). Some are male, some are female. Some want it for auto-erotic/self bondage purposes; others want to be skilled at toping others with it. I will gear my instructions for all users. I offer the information from my own personal experience, and offer absolutely no guarantees of it being perfectly safe or completely effective. All self-bondage activity is risky. You need to judge if this level of risk is appropriate for you. If you want to talk further about SES, my email is [email protected]_ ...

Jade coughed as a wave of dust hit her as she opened the trap door to the attic. Tiny dust balls swirled to the floor below her feet. The stench of stale air hitting her nose made her grimace. “Has it really been this long since I have been up here?” She thought to herself. “Oh well, I guess I have to do it. I can’t really move and leave this stuff behind.” ...