I’ve been ’lurking’ here for several years; so much so that I created this e-mail account just to post this. I am a forty something female flight attendant, divorced, living in CT about 2 hours from NYC. I guess I have been ‘into’ leather, latex, rubber raincoats and rainwear for as long as I can remember. I have spent a lot of money pursueing these interests, and I have a great collection to show for it. I try not to wear too much out in public, because I think I act too distracted. ...

Hi, I’m Eric, also known as slaveslut Sonja. I’m from the Netherlands, and I would like to share my week in special bondage with you. Perhaps my English is not always perfect, but I hope you understand and I hope you like my story, which in fact really happened two weeks ago. I knew it would be a very special holiday. I knew it Friday night when my wife said she was finished. ...

Hi. My name is KellyAnn and I stand 5ft. 4inches tall., I have long straight bright red hair, my measurements are 34c-24-34, and I am white as a sheet. I work as a research assistant at a glue company. You might not think that this is very exciting but it is. I am responsible for keeping up with the notes for the different types of glue we design and being a woman who likes to tie herself up I have been forming an idea. My idea is to use glue to trap myself in bondage. ...

Diana checked the clock as she moved the Sybian device into position. Plenty of time. Her part-time job left her frequent free afternoons, and she intended to get the most out of this one. She had already undressed, and was finishing her set-up clad only in the leather straps of an upper body harness. She had already put the bondage platform in the middle of their large living room floor, and she set the Sybian carefully on top of it. ...

8 8 Vermont Weekend Part 3: Turnabout by M Vermont Weekend Part 2: Turnabout by M [Previously, I had given myself up to my lover Dan as his slave for a weekend at an isolated Vermont farmhouse. Amongst other things, he took me out into the corral and had me prance around like his pony on the end of a leash. Back in the barn, he did me from behind then tossed the key to my restraints into a muddy stall in order to make me wallow for my freedom. I had other ideas.] ...

8 8 First Days Work at the Sex Shop by Gravip14 This story in purely fictional. No character in it relates to any real person. If you are disturbed by bondage please do not read on. Laura strode into her new place of work. A four-storey sex store, which claimed to supply all interests. She wore a tight, sleeveless, white top. Her nipples mounted on large breasts evidence that she wore no bra. Her black, leather skirt covering the top half of her thigh. Silver 5" heeled knee-high boots adding to her 5’ 7" slim figure. Blond hair hanging between her shoulder blades, bound in a pony-tale. Large blue eyes and full lips crowning her appearance. She moved with a confidence, which came from knowing every man here wanted her. ...

8 8 Nylon Bondage by softtights hi - would be great to see more tights related stories..so here’s one to get started with..all the best..softtights I was returning home from work one evening last autumn and followed my usual route, which once off the motorway wound for five miles through some narrow country lanes. In fact the road was so narrow in places that if you met anything coming the other way the only option was to use one of the few passing places that were there. ...

This story in purely fictional. No character in it relates to any real person. If you are disturbed by bondage please do not read on. Part I The rapid clicking of 5" heeled black pumps on tile announced Donna’s arrival. The clock on the wall reading 9:20 betrayed the reason for her undignified rush. Yet again she was late. Hurriedly she dumped her black leather handbag and sat at her desk. Pausing only to swipe a stray lock of jet-black hair from her face she set about organizing the papers in front of her. As she looked at her computer, a penned note caught her eye. ‘Please be so kind as to join me in my office, if and when you deign to join us today.’ ...

This is a true short story about one of Gromet’s readers, Gwendolyn a young lady who had ventured into Gromet’s kingdom of mummification, and having read of others exploits decided this is what she wanted to try it for herself. My dear cyber friend Gwendolyn had asked me for information on being mummified, of which I was glad to supply. It was to be her first time and like most first timers she was a little apprehensive but wanted to try it. Her helper in the venture was a long standing male friend, I had insisted to her that if she was to try mummification it must be with a well trusted friend as mummification could be turned into the supreme sacrifice so easily if you pick the wrong partner. ...

8 8 A Walk in the Park by Lacey Sexton A WALK IN THE PARK By LACEYTHEBESTSTUFF Let me tell you about my walk in the park the other day. Well first let me tell you that my name is Glynda and my measurements are 34D-24-34, I stand 5'6" tall, weigh 112lbs, I am 23 years old, have blue eyes, and have very long, down to my tight ass, blonde hair. I get a kick out of showing off my body and at the same time put myself in harms way so to speak. On this day I decided to go for a walk in the state park that was close to my house. I have been messing around with self bondage for a while now and keep trying to figure out how to put a little danger into the fun and games, I think I have a way. You see all I need do is to cuff my hands together and walk naked through the park until I get to where I hid the key to the trunk of my car and then walk back to the car and get the keys to the cuffs and a shirt. Sounds simple, yes, well as you will see it was not. ...

8 8 Bondage Before Vegas by rob AKA- pierced_m Title- Bondage Before Vegas Author- rob AKA- pierced_m E-Mail address- [email protected] This is a True Story…._ PART ONE It was a very warm Friday afternoon in June and I was trying to get my chores finished early as I had a little self-bondage planned for later. My Mistress /Wife was getting dressed for work (In Her Correctional Officers Uniform) when I heard the front door being unlocked and in walked Linda. ...

I called my friend to come over on Saturday very bored thought she might like to watch a movie or something. She came over about 30mins later and we sat in the kitchen talking. I don’t remember how it came up, but the next thing I realise is I’m telling her that I’ve always fantasized about being bound in a chair by some one and that I loved the restriction of being tied especially with tape. She thought this was very interesting but then changed the subject to a new client she had at work, she was a lawyer. She then got up and said she needed to go off to the supermarket to get some things for dinner… she was going to cook tonight. ...

It was Friday. The tyres screamed as I came down the ramp into the basement garage and quickly parked the GTI. I grabbed my notebook case from the backseat, then slammed the door and locked it with the remote control as I hurried into the elevator. ‘Thank God it’s Friday!’ was my thought as the elevator smoothly rode up to the highest level of the upscale apartment building. A drink on the couch and maybe a nice dinner somewhere in town was all I wanted right now. The week had been hectic enough. And last night had not really helped… ...

Warning: Polystyrene foam expands in all directions once the chemical reaction is started. Once this reaction begins, it cannot be halted! Depending on the type it will expand from 5 to 10 times it’s starting volume. Simply put, a 1/4" layer of the liquid is going to become 1-1/4" to 2-1/2" of solid foam. If there is nowhere for the foam to expand outward (ie a plastic bag or something else that will give) it IS GOING TO EXPAND INWARD! (ie, against the person inside). ...

continued from part one Warning: Polystyrene foam expands in all directions once the chemical reaction is started. Once this reaction begins, it cannot be halted! Depending on the type it will expand from 5 to 10 times it’s starting volume. Simply put, a 1/4" layer of the liquid is going to become 1-1/4" to 2-1/2" of solid foam. If there is nowhere for the foam to expand outward (ie a plastic bag or something else that will give) it IS GOING TO EXPAND INWARD! (ie, against the person inside). ...

A dark closet with absolutely no light under the door is a good substitute for a hood. Until the moment of truth a flashlight will do. The closet is upstairs in a room without windows. It is a small one and when just into it I can reach the door handle from behind and the shelf is chin high, a tight fit even when not tied. Preparing it I screw in four metal eyelets, two underneath the shelf towards the back, and the other two on the inside of the door frame about four inches high. All my equipment is laid out except for ice cubes. The penis dildo I attach with tape to a flat box, so that the back of the box is against the wall, and can’t move. ...

8 8 Insatiable Eve by Eddie Eve returned from the grocery store with the bread and milk she had been sent in to buy. She covered her left nipple with the grocery sack. She wasn’t necessarily ashamed of the safety pin that had been unceremoniously rammed through her erect nipple, through Tee shirt and all, by her Master Foss. But, the way people stared at her was sometimes unnerving. ‘So I’m a punker!’ She would think to herself, in introspective reexamination of her appearance each time she would catch someone giving her that look. She liked the way her shaggy hair was died green and especially the way she had given it that special look by dying the ragged fringe blood red. Or perhaps it was the eye makeup that would get them? She thought her emerald green eyes looked “Right!”, immersed in the hastily applied sea of black, charcoal eye smudge. ...

It was starting out to be a bad day. My girlfriend/slave Jess was sitting on a chair next to me with that defiant glare of hers. I was looking at a credit card bill for $500. Now it wasn’t the money I cared about but it was the audacity. Jess was supposed to be a “slave” but she spent all her time topping from the bottom and making my life miserable. ...

(story continues from Melting Point) 8 8 Melting Point Part 2 by Yoni Steele Melting Point © Yoni Steele, 2002 [email protected] Having a climax without permission is most assuredly against Mistress Shannon’s rules. But that one was worth it. She knew what she was doing to me, but that didn’t stop her from twisting my mind by overstimulating my sexual center. And now I am being punished. Of course I have to be properly disciplined. While in the midst of my mind-numbing orgasm, I fell over, collapsing against the shelf of candles. The cascade that destroyed all four shelves was as inevitable as my bodily response to the most intense orgasm I have ever and probably will ever have. ...

My name is Leslie, and I am a self-binder. Like many other self-binders, I have certain kinks that work their way into my bondage sessions. Some people like to get dressed up, like in leather or latex, some like to incorporate the possibility of discovery and/or humiliation into their bondage play. Some people even enjoy being tortured to the point that the pain is soooo bad, it becomes pleasurable. So, with that in mind, my kink isn’t so bizarre. I just like to be painted when I’m tied. And I don’t mean painted as on some canvas or mural, what I mean, is that I like to paint my skin, hair, ropes, shackles, everything to some color or colors. ...