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.” ...

8 8 Surprise Weekend by Rawl Hi all; I wanted to relate to something my girlfriend and I did about 2 years ago. First I must explain we have a very busy 7-year-old girl. This along with the shift work my girlfriend works puts a strain our play time. So it came as a pleasant surprise when her youngest from a previous marriage offered to take our little girl for the weekend. What made it even better was the fact that my girlfriend had the weekend off. I was sure we could find something to do. ...

Do you really think you are safe and sound when completely wrapped in your bandage as a mummy, could this happen to you? The evening started off pretty much as any other, I suggested a session of sexual teasing and making mad passionate love, then it was suggested that I should be Mummified, I agreed if he did all the work and carried me upstairs. I was soon whisked up in his arms and carried upstairs in his strong muscular arms, Len had always been a bit of a he man, I was all ready naked and in that mood were he could do anything to me and I would let him. I was placed on the board we used, his large yet gentle hands caressed my body as his lips met mine, I was deliriously in passionate love, I was there for him to do as he wished with, we were going to have a good evening. ...

8 8 His pony By Techie It is no secret that Techster, my husband, and player of kinky games for the past 30+ years enjoys a new challenge. Last week we were partying at a friend’s farm and his wife, Jenine, and I suggested that since we had never done it we wanted to be “pony girls” for a day. Of course our husbands were eager to help us. Even before we undressed they started talking about tails, dressing, bridles and harnesses. ...

Hi! Some of you may have read some of my fantasy stories under the pen name of Rawl or Rawn and thus know I am a very kinky person. At least in my mind! I guess that a little intro is long over due! Where to start? Hmmm… Well I guess to start let me say I have been crossdressing long before I understood what that meant, also tagging self-bondage in with it on most occasions, but I also enjoy seeing the female form in all sorts of tight confining bondage and clothing. One of the earliest memories of Cd’ing is when I was about ten. Being from a poverty level farming family, hand me downs were a way of life. Usually; from brother to brother and sister to sister. ...

8 8 Thank you Mr.Hawke, where ever you are by K.B Thank you Mr.Hawke, where ever you are. By K.B. Why hadn’t I been more careful. I knew I should have buried the files deeper but I never thought she would pry around my system. I mean, she has her own computer and a dedicated line, but never once did I think about her line going down. Never. No second thoughts, a call at work and a “sure, you can use my system to log on and check your e-mail”. That was two months ago. ...

A True Story Of How The Winner Of The 3.30 Race, A Shopping Spree And Unwanted Visitors can lead to An Unforgettable Afternoon Of Bondage. The Background When Don and I sat down to write down some of our most notable bondage experiences I insisted that this one was at the top of my list. I had only moved in with Don a short time before this memorable afternoon. At that time we did not have the large collection of bondage equipment we have now –just some lengths of rope plus the leather cuffs, chains and padlocks that Don had collected. Of course many folk think that this is more than enough for any party. Well this particular weekend we christened two new acquisitions –a harness gag and leather collar. These still remain two of our favourite toys. But on that sunny Saturday I hadn’t reckoned on them being the cause of such memorable events. With Don’s help, let me tell you what happened. ...

8 8 The Long Walk A True Story Of Cross-Dressing And The Hazards Of Self-Bondage by Don Martin The Background At the time of this adventure I was living by myself in an apartment in the Southern suburbs of the city. I’d got quite good at self-bondage and always took great care to ensure that there was at least one means of escape, preferably two, should I get into trouble. However, as the following episode shows, it is easy to overlook one simple thing that can cause a real problem. ...

The Background I was sharing a terrace house in the City with two girls, Mandi and Rachel, both nurses at a nearby hospital. On Saturday night we were all going to a party thrown by the girls who lived next door. We’d even got an invitation from them; this said ‘Everyone must dress up as Mummies or Daddies’. Mandi and Rachel didn’t have shifts on Friday so they headed into town to search the second-hand and vintage clothing shops for suitable gear. Unfortunately I had to work both Friday and all day Saturday so I didn’t get a chance to join them or go shopping. As I hadn’t got anything that was really suitable, the girls suggested that they dress me up as a Mummy - an Egyptian Mummy that was. I went along with that - it sounded a good idea at the time. But only later was I to find out what a good a job of mummification they would make. ...

The Professor by Studbound The Professor By Studbound Sarah had been raised by her mother, who was a well-known dominatrix. Sarah’s mother had been abandoned by her husband soon after Sarah was born. Mistress Domina, as she was known, proved that there was a market for domination among the professional men of the university community. In time she had accumulated a regular clientele of over fifty men with another fifty or more coming occasionally. These were all doctor, lawyers, teacher types who needed a session being spanked, whipped, tied up, or otherwise tormented and tortured – usually men whose wives didn’t quite understand their husbands’ kinky needs. ...

The True Story Of 24 Hours In Self-Imposed Bondage. The Background Don’s job had taken him interstate for the week. He rang me at work on Thursday and told me that he now wouldn’t be back until very late on Friday evening. That was a pity as I had all of Friday off. The period from when I left work on the Thursday evening until Don got home just before midnight the next day turned out to be one that I’ll never forget. A full day is a long time to be stuck in bondage – especially when you brought it on yourself. So I’ve decided to write down a warts-and-all account of what it’s really like to be tied up for 24 hours. So read on. ...

Sylvia Gronovski had worked her way through law school, been a successful lawyer, and had finally become a judge. People valued her straightforward manner – her non-nonsense way of dealing with things, and her common sense. She sat the bench for just over twenty-two years and then she went into semi-retirement. Rather than see jury trials, Sylvia, now in her late fifties, moved into the field of arbitration, hearing cases and acting as a referee, hoping for a settlement with the goal of avoiding court time and clearing badly crowded docks. She felt this was a satisfactory to finish her career and leave the practice of law gracefully. Kindly and grandmotherly looking, Sylvia had a soft demeanor, a quiet spoken way that soothed angry litigants and helped resolve complicated matters. Almost never did anyone contest her final decisions and her services were eagerly sought after by people who had heard that using arbitration could yield a happy resolution and save money at the same time. Widowed for ten years, Sylvia was relatively happy with her life, but still, there was something missing. ...

Ned was out of luck. He was out of a job and out of money. He was also three months behind his rent. The day had been yet another fruitless job search. Ned was desperate enough to try anything at this point. On his way up, he opened his mailbox and reached in, pulling out the usual junk mail. On any other day, Ned would have thrown them away without a second glance, but today, he scanned through them in hopes of finding a job offer, any job offer. Nothing. ...

* Transporting Cathy by Zack Copyright© 2001, 2002. All rights reserved. Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. All of the characters and organizations are imaginary, and any similarity of names to those of real persons or organizations is coincidental. Transporting Cathy by Zack Cathy finished a call, hit the logout button, and took off her headset. Ten o’clock. Break time at last. Cathy had only been working as a telemarketer for a week and she hated it already. She stretched and walked over to the cubicle where her friend Jolene was working a call. Jolene scribbled a note and passed it to Cathy. ...

My slave and I had been getting together for bondage play for a few months. We especially like mummification. I had her wrapped from throat to ankles in rose colored wrap and carefully lowered her onto the bed. This was somewhat difficult for two reasons. First she outweighs me by a few dozen pounds, second, I was wearing my favorite spike heeled, thigh high rubber boots. She was barely able to bend enough to sit on the edge of the bed. I slowly tipped her back until she lost her balance and plopped across the bed. I then lifted her legs and slid her the rest of the way on. ...

Despite the tradition, I was determined to join the fraternity. It was an old fraternity with great prestige and my brothers had been members, so I wanted to follow in their footsteps – even though it meant acquiescing to the tradition. Everyone knew about the tradition – it dated back so far that even the fathers of current members who themselves had been members couldn’t remember when or why it started. It wasn’t hazing by any means, and the college administrators, who must have known about it – a couple of them had been members of the fraternity, simply ignored it as something which that particular fraternity did that was harmless fun and a long standing observance not to be quickly challenged. ...

As I sit here in my chair, thoroughly bound, blindfolded, gagged, completely naked, and helplessly awaiting the unknown, I find myself wondering how this all came to be… *-*-*-*-* It was only four months ago that I finally convinced my beautiful wife to allow me to indulge my lifelong sexual fantasy of bondage. Although she professed no particular interest in it, she allowed me to tie her up several times. From the very first, she was not very responsive, and I purchased an increasing amount of bondage gear in an attempt to find the “right combination” that would arouse her interest. ...

8 8 The Nerd by Studbound The Nerd By Studbound In my junior year at the University, I lived in the dormitory and I had a roommate who was the archtypical nerd. Quang Nguyen, who went by Jimmy, was a senior in chemical engineering. He came from a wealthy family, drove a Lexus, and seemed to have anything he wanted. I always wondered why he lived in the dorms when he could easily afford a better place – a whole house if he wanted it. But Jimmy was an odd bird, and he explained once that his father insisted that he live in the dormitory so that he would be around other people. The old man apparently knew that the kid was socially awkward and wanted him to get used to dealing with others. ...

8 8 The Night Drive Experiment by Professor Challenger The Night Drive Experiment, by Professor Challenger [email protected] Have you heard of people driving naked? I bet you have. There is even a nudist driver’s club of sorts. However, how about driving naked and in bondage? In actuality, it is very hard to be seen while you are driving at night. The interior of your car is usually as dark as, if not darker than, the outside. Streetlights reflect off the outside glass. Oncoming headlights dazzle the night vision. If you think about it, about the only time you can see another driver is if you are stopped next to them at a stoplight and happen to glance to the side. Knowing this, I decided to attempt a nude drive with some bondage on for spice. ...

8 8 Vermont Weekend Part 1 – The Trap by M Vermont Weekend Part 1 – The Trap by M I got out of my car, locking and closing the door. Standing in the warm July sunshine, I looked around. I was on an old farm in the Vermont hills, miles from civilization. I went and checked out the farmhouse but found the doors and windows all locked. I walked back to my blue Accord and opened the trunk. There was nothing in there but, following my lover’s instructions, I tossed in my keyring. I looked down at the glittering keys lying in the middle of the empty trunk and, hesitating for only a second, I closed the lid. I wasn’t going anywhere now. ...