Jody Rubber Tease Author: Anonymous Jody had just received the anxiously anticipated phone call from Jack. “The dress had arrived!” A wanton smile engulfed her pretty face as she thought back to that day several weeks ago when her erotic adventure with Jack began. It started like many other days. She had gone next door to ask or borrow or something now long gone from her memory. Jack had answered the door, sheepishly shielding all but his face behind it. As she gave him a big ‘good morning smile’ and started to speak she got a fleeting glimpse of his powder blue shorts. The moment would have passed except that she was sure the material was rubber. ...

(story continues from Journey of Discovery 9 by Victoria Mystere - Edited) Journey of Discovery By Victoria Mystere Edited by Studbound Chapter Ten The next morning, Lillian untied Howard - briefly. After finishing breakfast, Lillian decided it was time to get back to the game. The momentarily pleasure of teasing her sub’s penis had led her to enter the road toward arousal. Without telling Howard what was going to happen, she placed her dishes in the sink and went upstairs to retrieve the hood. Searching through her box of items she also brought along the ball gag. ...

After telling my folks I was going to Indianapolis for a weekend conference, I moved myself into the barn on the outlying 160 acres of my uncle Melvin’s Fort Wayne farm for a couple of days of self-bondage game-playing. I arrived late on Saturday morning, drove down a bumpy dirt road and pulled up to a well-maintained old barn. (Farmers generally take better care of their barns than they do their houses- that’s where their money is!) I knew the barn was only used part of the year and that didn’t include now; I mean, I seriously didn’t want to be disturbed. I spent some time carrying in a cooler full of ice and dry ice, a tool chest, several boxes of ‘toys’, and an assortment of pieces that I had prepared in the past week or so. I also set up a TV and a VCR (fortunately, the barn had 117VAC power). ...

After telling my folks I was going to Indianapolis for a weekend conference, I moved myself into the barn on the outlying 160 acres of my uncle Melvin’s Fort Wayne farm for a couple of days of self-bondage game-playing. I arrived late on Saturday morning, drove down a bumpy dirt road and pulled up to a well-maintained old barn. (Farmers generally take better care of their barns than they do their houses- that’s where their money is!) I knew the barn was only used part of the year and that didn’t include now; I mean, I seriously didn’t want to be disturbed. I spent some time carrying in a cooler full of ice and dry ice, a tool chest, several boxes of ‘toys’, and an assortment of pieces that I had prepared in the past week or so. I also set up a TV and a VCR (fortunately, the barn had 117VAC power). ...

The Dark Side of Jenny by Jake It was difficult for Jenny, growing up very shy and awkward. She had been raised a good catholic girl and now to many who knew her, she was considered a prude. She had been taught by the nuns at St. Vincent’s school for girls that sex was something not to be taken lightly. One should save oneself for marriage, and in the sacrament of holy marriage, sex should only be used for procreation. ...

The doors to the Chief’s private office slammed open with a force hard enough to rattle the hinges. Lydia Dunn, Chief of the Commission of Sex Crimes, stopped her dictation in mid-sentence. Her icy stare did nothing to intimidate the Deputy Commissioner, Christina Hilshire, who had burst so expectedly into the Chief’s private domain. “Yes, Christina?” Lydia Dunn asked, without a loss of her legendary self-control. “I don’t recall us having an appointment.” ...

The doors to the Chief’s private office slammed open with a force hard enough to rattle the hinges. Lydia Dunn, Chief of the Commission of Sex Crimes, stopped her dictation in mid-sentence. Her icy stare did nothing to intimidate the Deputy Commissioner, Christina Hilshire, who had burst so expectedly into the Chief’s private domain. “Yes, Christina?” Lydia Dunn asked, without a loss of her legendary self-control. “I don’t recall us having an appointment.” ...

8 8 Crossroads by Windwalker crossroads By Windwalker [email protected] Chapter One: Revelations Extraordinary experiences seemed to have a habit of arising from otherwise mundane circumstances. Dene mulled over that bit of wisdom as she turned her wrists against the insides of her polished handcuffs. She let her eyes slip closed and relished feeling their inescapable grip. If by some feat of precognition the events of this evening had been revealed to her, she surely would have dismissed the prediction as an impossible hallucination. At least as impossible as her escape from the steel that held her right now. ...

Hi, I’m Shanna. The first time I got into self bondage was last week after I was surfing the net, and saw this site. My Fianncee, Jack read these stories which gave me the idea to create a fantasy for him of my own. To start out, I’m in my mid twenties. I’m 5'2" My mesurements are 36B-29-36. I’ve got long Strawberry blonde hair, and blue eyes. After deciding to tie myself up for my fiancee to find, I decided to find materials to work with. Because I’ve never been tied up before, I wasn’t sure what to use, and neither Jack or I had any toys. So I found a roll of Duct Tape, and my vibrator and plug. (Which are the only two toys I have.) ...

Part Two The Volunteer written by rbd101 Ned awoke at the sound of a door opening. Panic seized him by the throat when he found that he could not open his eyes. He couldn’t even move. Even the yelled he made were muffled by an inflatable gag that filled his entire mouth. It was then that Ned slowly started to calm down and access the situation. He remembered yesterday. He remembered Dave and his mummification. He even remembered Steve and Jordan, another two unfortunate who fell into Dave’s trap. Light suddenly flooded into Ned’s eyes. With a muffled grunt, he squinted until his eyes grew accustomed to the bright light. A smiling face hovered over him. It was Dave. “Thirsty?” Dave asked. ...

* Toll Road by Zack Copyright© 2001, 2002 by Zack. All rights reserved. Melissa closed the car trunk and got in next to the driver. “It was really nice of you to help me move out of the dorm, Daddy. I know how busy you are with your new job.” “I’m glad of the chance to get away for a while, honey. I’ve missed you, and now I can be with you for a few hours.” ...

(story continues from Spellbinder vs. the Collector - Part 3) 8 8 Spellbinder vs. the Collector - Part 4: The Climax by Ranger Spellbinder Vs The Collector Part 4—The Climax Paula McKenzie, being forcefully pulled by the tight crotch-leash, couldn’t resist the Collector as he pulled her into the dank dungeon without extreme pain between her legs. She was so close to freedom to be caught by a “computer geek”—how humiliating. She was dragged over to a steel exam table where several henchmen held her down as they removed the straps holding down her naked body. The henchmen’s hands were everywhere—brushing and squeezing her breasts, inner thighs, and crotch. Paula struggled for all she was worth but the hands were too strong. They were slipping her legs into something very tight. She looked down to see some type of latex body suit being pulled up her body. The material felt very thin but strong. ...

8 Bed Bondage As a way of introduction I should explain that when first married my wife was game for a little B&B (bed and bondage) from time to time. But her heart wasn’t really in it, a situation I’m sure many readers can relate to. The B&D and D&S was just to please me. Sometimes when I knew what time she would be home I would be waiting for her, naked and bound on the bed except for my left hand where all was needed was to click the lock. When I heard the characteristic car sound and her entering the house, I would then pull the blindfold down and click the last lock closed. ...

(This story originally listed as Selfbondage Latex) Capri 2: Latex Selfbondage What a shitty week ! Damn those ingrates! All of her hard work all the time she had put in on the project thrown out as if she didn’t count. The blonde woman fumed as she threw her clothes off. She spat profanities around the room. Fuck them all. She knew she was the best thing that had ever happened to that office. Still cursing the tall blonde ran water for a hot bath. It was not the first time she had been shut down with out a reason. She could accept having her ideas being not approved but without a reason! Those bastards she thought again. ...

Capri 3: Beverly’s Designs Beverly had studied the Internet sites on Self-bondage, paying particular attention to the techniques that people offered. Since finding out her best friend was into self-bondage and latex clothing the tiny brunette had soaked up information. The idea of being tied up intrigued her and she had spent that weekend with Capri learning all about different ways of securing herself. The tiny woman had nearly depleted her savings account since then buying latex clothing. Her favorites were catsuits and body stockings. She had also found some exotic vibrators and dildos to add to her growing collection of toys. The tiny woman stopped short of buying the expensive boots she so craved though. She wanted more latex first. ...

This is a story about one of my best experiences in self bondage. Not long ago, I tired of the standard hogtie position and became fascinated with being tied to a chair. I experimented with several variations and discovered if I used a small chair I used at my makeup mirror made of steel wire and metal with a padded seat and back and had plenty of places to hook the ropes. ...

Citywolf III - The Unchecked Computer The Victim CHECKED COMPUTER THE VICTIM She had done this a few times before, and she had two sure-thing safeties’ to prevent the unthinkable from actually happening. Thinking about the unthinkable, however, made her hornier than she had ever been before. She was an investigative reporter for the FOX station in Chicago, but some of her stories had been broadcast nationally across the network. At 32, she was well know in Chicago and had a national reputation. The sky seemed the limit for the young reporter. Her work had been great, but she had made enemies. Her story had busted a big union kickback scandal, sending a few of their leaders to jail. She uncovered a rigged Fraternal Order of Police election. Her stories led to a clampdown on some organized crime related gambling operations. She knew that her relentless fight to get to the top had rubbed a lot of people the wrong way, both at her station and in the news industry in Chicago. All of this just fed into her sexual fantasy. ...

My girl, Amy-Bell (she is eighteen) and I (I am nineteen) have been going together or a long time now, and we plan to be married as soon as I get me a job that can earn enough money. My Pa says I need a few thousand dollars in the bank and a car and maybe a house before I should get married, and Amy-Bell’s father says the same thing, so we’re waiting, and I’m looking for a job and I hope to find a better one soon but they are hard to find now-a-days. ...

Erin’s Diary - A Possible Part 3 Based on characters created by Gman Hello again! If you’ve read the first bits of my diary, then you know what I’m all about. If you haven’t, then here’s a little background on me. I’m eighteen years old in my first year of University. I’m about five feet, 7 inches tall. I have black hair that goes to my neck. I have a twenty nine inch waist, and wear a 36C bra. I don’t think I’m ever going to be a centerfold, but I’m not lonely either. I first got started on bondage when I was sixteen, when I found some movies in my parent’s things. I soon got hooked on bondage, and eventually got into self bondage. I learned a lot on my own, but it was all textbook stuff. I found a “teacher” online- her name is Terri. She’s in her early thirties, married, and has a love of bondage that rivals mine. From her I learned some techniques, tricks, and generally how to really enjoy bondage. I have yet to meet her in person, but someday I hope we will meet. ...

Several weeks ago when my husband of 30 + years, Techster and his best friend, Jerry, gave Jerry’s wife, Jenine and I a chance to be ponygirls for a day I promised him that I would find a way for him to be my ponyboy. The perfect opportunity appeared about a month later when Jerry and Jenine invited us go ‘Natural camping’ with them on a remote part of their 700 acre ranch. The area where we would go camping was heavily wooded with no apparent path to the 2-acre clearing that we would use as a campsite. Techster was excited about his being a pony, his first remark when I told him was, “I enjoyed working you as a ponygirl, now it is your turn. I’ll be your ponyboy.” ...