8 8 Yoked by Otto Dix Yoked By Otto Dix It started out as a family weekend of berry picking, at the last minute, the rest of the family backed out. My wife complained that there was nothing for the kids to do up there except watch T.V. My parents were away for week visiting my older sister and I promised to go up to their house on Saturday to water the garden and check that everything was alright. It was their retirement home, and was locate in a very secluded property that backed onto a forest. I opted to head off by myself and take a bit of a respite from the family. As I left Friday night for the remote village, I tried telling myself that I wasn’t going to do anything stupid this time. I was going to water the garden, pick raspberries, and get a good night’s sleep. Despite my intentions, I grabbed my toolbox and put in the trunk of the car to take with me. In it, I had a couple of chains and bunch of pad locks. I stopped at a grocery store to pick up a couple of food supplies, as my parents would have left no food in the fridge. I passed by the rack of nylons, and couldn’t help myself. I grabbed to pair of black nylons and threw them in the basket. Now I knew that I wouldn’t be able to stop myself. It was like I was on autopilot, and I was just along for the ride. ...

After my recent story come analyses about why people like to be mummified and effectively place their lives in another person’s hands. I was surprised at the response from readers and more so at the number of women who took time to put pen to paper, Some agreeing with me some disagreeing with me others kind enough to tell me of there experiences. Now why people should write to me rather that tell gromet their stories I do not know, as we all know Gromet can be trusted to keep the letters secret between you, me and the millions out there who read his ramblings and then venture on his magnificent site. ...

Husband on display by Techie Husband on display By: Techie Being a graduate engineer I am always looking for a new bondage trick. Last week when my husband and I hosted a brunch of several of our (my) kinkier lady friends I was looking for a new centerpiece. I discussed the scene with my husband, Techster, and he agreed to participate. (What I didn’t tell him was how HE would be displayed and later used to serve us our coffee and snacks. ...

(story continues from Joanne’s Exhibition) Joanne’s Story Chapter Four Joanne’s Exhibition Chapter Three While Jo was in the shower, getting ready for dinner, I telephoned Brad to confirm he was still okay for his visit later tonight. Needless to say, he was. I also took the opportunity to get my holdall full of bondage gear, the camcorder, tripod and power leads ready, and stowed them in the under-stairs cupboard downstairs, ready for use later. With Joanne out of the shower and getting dressed, I did likewise and we headed out for a romantic dinner together, to set the scene for later. ...

“Are you ready?” He asked softly. I nodded. I needed this so badly. With my padded leather blindfold securely fastened behind my head and collar and leash attached at my neck, I began my trepid walk with my hands firmly bound behind my back, to our bedroom with him pulling at the leash. I felt the coolness of the fresh air circumvent my freshly bathed body. My nakedness shuddered a little. ...

“This is the last time I try anything this foolish,” I thought to myself. “Next time I’ll be a lot more careful.” See, I had a day off and was home by myself. It was late afternoon, I had done all I needed to do earlier that day and my wife wasn’t due home for about three hours. So I thought to myself, “Hmmm. A little self-bondage would be a great way to pass some time.” My wife enjoyed playing bondage games with me sometimes, but she wasn’t as into it as I was. She understood my need, though, and always allowed me plenty of time to play by myself. ...

“This is the last time I try anything this foolish,” I thought to myself. “Next time I’ll be a lot more careful.” See, I had a day off and was home by myself. It was late afternoon, I had done all I needed to do earlier that day and my wife wasn’t due home for about three hours. So I thought to myself, “Hmmm. A little self-bondage would be a great way to pass some time.” My wife enjoyed playing bondage games with me sometimes, but she wasn’t as into it as I was. She understood my need, though, and always allowed me plenty of time to play by myself. ...

8 8 The Slave (Day Five) part 1a by Wallace Letting go of Sheila’s hands, leaving her standing silent and alone, Rosie and Chrissie moved smartly to stand either side of Sarah. They immediately began to unbutton the sides of the white cotton shift she was wearing. There were buttons along the shoulders as well. When they had undone them, the shift fell away from her body and landed in a puddle of white cloth at her feet. Sarah was naked. She stood in front of Linda unashamed, her plump body pale in the flickering candle light, her breasts large, her nipples erect, the area between her legs cleanly shaven like the rest of her body, her outer lips clearly defined. ...

8 8 The Slave (Day Five) by Wallace This is odd. In some ways it parallels Jenny’s “Why we do it”, but it’s been rattling around in my head for weeks. Honest Jenny, it really has. It’s an excerpt from something that will, eventually, be a lot larger but this seemed as good a time as any to give it an airing. THE SLAVE (DAY FIVE) FRIDAY JULY 19th – 7.00 AM. ...

This is Your Life by Studbound This is Your Life By Studbound Paramiz Arkadian, who everyone knew simply as Pat, was a happily married man, forty-five years old, who lived in the Dallas area. Tall at over six feet, but muscular and dark, he weighed about two hundred pounds, had black piercing eyes, and a warm smile that immediately marked him as friendly and sociable. For a living, he operated a resort in a secluded area south of the city – one that had been generally very profitable. He had a wife, had been married for over twenty years, and together they had three sons ranging in age from fourteen to eighteen. His wife was a charming woman one year his junior. Her bright blue eyes and delightful disposition made her popular and together the Arkadians were socially active around the city. ...

Tonight (or maybe this morning) I was a bad boy. But what an adventure I had! My wife is away on business for the week. I don’t really sleep well when she isn’t here so I decided to try something. I tied myself up with ropes around my ankles, above and below my knees and around my thighs. I put myself in a rope harness and also put on a type of crotch rope. I cleave gagged myself and then added an over-the-mouth gag. I then wrapped rope around my arms and chest, using the stair banister as an anchor for the rope as I wound the rope around my upper body. I placed my wrists behind my back and secured them. Then I went to bed at 11:00 PM. ...

8 8 Bondage Nights by rob AKA- pierced_m Story Title - Bondage Nights Author - rob AKA- pierced_m E-Mail - [email protected] This is a True Story_ Ten years ago I was injured at work and received a medical retirement, along with a cash settlement which gives me the opportunity to remain unemployed and stay at home. Denise who has always had a dominant personality decided to remain employed at Her current position as a State Prison Correction Officer at a men’s prison in California. ...

There had been quite a thunderstorm the night before so it was the perfect time to pull some pesky weeds. To add some pleasure to the chore, I decided to do this as the slave of a mistress of a grand house. First, my clothing - - what there was of it. The bottom lawyer was a very snug pair of dance trunks, female style. They were so tight that I had to cut a hole in the crotch or my privates would have been crushed. But the tightness also allowed me to insert a butt plug and with a little wadding of paper towel, be assured it would not slip out as it moved back and forth, in and out. ...

8 8 Hubbies Revenge by Jan Smith Hubbies Revenge Melissa had her toys and loved to play with them. She had a swing set in her back yard that she had made her husband drag home before it found its way to the garbage. She had spent many a hour tied to the frame, dreaming that she was a slave waiting to be sold. Sometimes she would lock herself to the bars with the key froze in a block of ice. Other times she would tell her husband to tie her and leave her until he came home from work. She would never let her husband enjoy her playing as it was her private time. Standing there she would pull on her bonds and wish that she could reach her aching pussy. Sometimes her husband would try to run his hands over her body, but she would snap at him and send him away. She was her own mistress and slave. ...

His eyes flickered open, the drug finally beginning to wear off. Full consciousness and feeling had returned, but he was still groggy and had little control over his muscles. He was aware of the two women moving him around, talking and laughing as they went about their task. He realized that he was naked, but his disorientation dulled any modesty he might have suffered from. He groaned as the women supported him on each side and carried him, legs dragging behind, down a flight of stairs and through aheavy door into what was apparently the basement. The women were moving faster now, noticing that he was coming around. ...

8 8 Living Art by Soloist One thing about beach cities, you can get away with a lot. Living Art and Performing Art are common. This led to a really wild plan on my part. The idea was born when I found access to the roof of a four story office building overlooking one of the business streets. One weekday morning before daylight I erected a St. Andrews cross at the edge of the roof at the side facing the street. I also hung a banner over the edge of the roof. I put a padlock on the roof door to discourage the curious from coming up for a closer look at what I was about to do or to play touchy-feely. Maybe accessibility would be an idea for another time. ...

8 8 Naivete by Soloist When you are in bondage, there is no such thing as unbearable. The woman was new to the vibrator. Actually, she was fairly new to sex in general. But the vibrator fascinated her. It was a good vibe, the kind with little nubs on the side that teased the clitoris when the vibe was inserted into her vagina. She had played with it a number times and each time after three orgasms she had to quit. She was just unable to continue any further. And she thought she would be great to have more than three orgasms when she was playing. ...

8 8 Oops! by Soloist When you are in bondage, the is no such thing as unbearable For some time I have been developing a lady I met on the internet to act as a safety for my self bondage games. We met on a chat channel where I visit in my ‘straight’ persona. She turned out to live only six blocks from me. We met and become friends. No sex, real or cyber. She has, though, played at cybersex with at least one partner. She is 30, married, with four young children. She seemed to be free spirited enough that I thought it possible to utilize her as a safety when I play my games. ...

The following is a true story of actual events in my teen years, and if there’s an interest in hearing more, I can continue!? It was an act of simple curiosity, nothing more, nothing less I think, but the day I saw my sister dressed in sexy underwear, I knew I wanted to try wearing it also. I was 18 at the time and had two sisters, Rachel 21, and Becky 19, I always had to show my ID to prove I was 18 as I looked younger & smaller for my age. Rachel had recently left home to live with her best friend whilst at university. Becky had shared a room with Rachel before she moved out, and this room was all hers now. Things always seem unfair when you’re the youngest, and this situation was no different. Becky had the biggest room with a spare bed for when her friends came to stay, and Rachel had left her loads of clothes and stuff when she moved out, some for keeps, and others that she could use ‘til Rachel finished university. What did John (that’s me!) get out of this… nothing! ...

The following is a true story of actual events in my teen years, and if there’s an interest in hearing more, I can continue!? It was an act of simple curiosity, nothing more, nothing less I think, but the day I saw my sister dressed in sexy underwear, I knew I wanted to try wearing it also. I was 18 at the time and had two sisters, Rachel 21, and Becky 19, I always had to show my ID to prove I was 18 as I looked younger & smaller for my age. Rachel had recently left home to live with her best friend whilst at university. Becky had shared a room with Rachel before she moved out, and this room was all hers now. Things always seem unfair when you’re the youngest, and this situation was no different. Becky had the biggest room with a spare bed for when her friends came to stay, and Rachel had left her loads of clothes and stuff when she moved out, some for keeps, and others that she could use ‘til Rachel finished university. What did John (that’s me!) get out of this… nothing! ...