In my last story, I mentioned how I’d built a timer safe - I’ve been asked about how several times, so I’ve created a document with photos of the safe for those that want it - just drop me an email. This time I thought I’d describe how I’ve taken inspiration from the other writers here… I’ve always had a deep fascination of self bondage, and have devised many elaborate ways of restraint and release - however, it has almost exclusively involved being inside the house, or in very close proximity. ...

I was about 19 years old at the time and was still in college. I was bored sitting around at home one weekend, while my room mates were gone home for a visit. I really had nothing to do, the TV had the most annoying re-runs on and the radio sucked. I was horny anyway and decided to have a little fun. I took 2 boards about 2x4’s about 2 feet wide and 1 foot long, next I took out my strands of rope, collar and duct tape. I then stripped off all my clothes and threw them in the closet. ...

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. I did not profit from this story neither should you. It is merely for the pleasure of those who share my bondage fetish. Thank you. Part I Sarah and Lisa had been friends for life. Growing up together on the same street, they were as close as friends could get. That is until they moved in together. Now at 18 and 19 respectively, they both started university at the same time and since this meant that they both needed to rent an apartment, it seemed a great idea to move in together. For the first month they were so excited over leaving home for the first time and starting university that living together was fine. As the initial excitement wore away and college became a routine, problems set in. For the first time in their lives there was no `Mom’ to do all their washing and pretty soon the apartment was becoming a mess. The girls were lazy, but neither could stand to live in a pigsty. They agreed on who’d do which chores and arranged to take turns. ...

I have been into bondage and self bondage since I was very young, maybe 6 or 7 years old. I travel a lot and spend many hours in self bondage on my trips. I like to cross-dress also and don’t look too bad. This is a true story, one of many to be told. During a trip to Las Vegas in about 1989 I was staying in a smaller motel on the edge of town. I prefer motels with outside entrances to the parking lot directly from the room, no hallways. I was planning an extended bondage session and hoped to enlist some outside help to humiliate and perhaps torment me. ...

8 8 Summertime Adventure by Carol-Jane Here we go with another one of my summertime adventure. After getting such great encouragements about my first story, I wanted to tell you another one of my experiences in bondage. It took place in the summer of ’82 when I was 14. I spent 2 weeks of my summer vacation with my cousin at her summer country place in eastern Ontario. We were only 3 months apart in age so we got along really well together. We were the only girls in the small group of kids 13 – 15 or so who stayed at this small country vacation spot around a small lake. We ignored the kids younger than us and the few older than us tended to ignore us. There were about 5 or 6 boys, so together we were a group of around 8. ...

The Prisoner by Studbound The Prisoner By Studbound Once when I was twenty-one I was attending the university and still living with my parents who decided to move. The new house was in an established neighborhood, and as it happened, two young women lived next door, also with their parents. Mary was nineteen and her sister, Judy, was seventeen. About two months after we moved in, during the summer, my parents were off on vacation, and so were the parents of the girls next door. They invited me over to spend the evening watching television. ...

The Twins by Studbound The Twins Jim came home from the university at the usual time, but something was wrong. His twin brother, Tim, who always got home a bit earlier, wasn’t around. Tim always shot baskets or watched television, or sat in the kitchen eating something out of the refrigerator. But there was no sign of Tim. Jim was concerned. Jim walked around the house, looking for his brother. The twins were close, all the time generally knowing what the other was doing. It was unlike Tim to go off somewhere and not tell Jim. At twenty, the Stalder twins were almost inseparable. They were a holy terror, driving their divorced mother and older sister to distraction with their antics, always into trouble, wrecking the car or annoying the neighbors. Good looking young men they were muscular, attractive, personable and always with a girl hanging around. And they were always having difficulty with the law or the people who lived around them. They were renegades. ...

8 8 Time Out by Soloist The woman stood with her eyes shut tight, tears on her cheeks. She had designed and built the device, now she was its prisoner, held captive by her own body. She stood with her legs held spread, with her arms straight out from her sides locked to cords extending to the mechanisms on the walls. The waist and crotch straps held the vibrator tightly in her cunt with bristles against and massaging her clit. ...

This is not so much a story as a analyzes of why we allow ourselves to be mummified and is there any risk out there especially when dealing with the dastardly male. Have you ever wondered how you ever got interested in such a subject as mummification? The subject is gruesome it could be your final quest if you have the wrong guy wrapping you, Yet it seems to have a funny sort of fatal attraction and deep down I do not know why, when with friends one cannot say, “Oh my hobby is being mummified” we would be frowned upon, perhaps even our jobs and existence put at risk, and talking of risk are we putting ourselves in risk. ...

She lay motionless, listening, trying to sense if the small noise she heard was the door. Her mind was racing, had she forgotten to lock the door, was this one of her greatest fears? This all started with that FAX. He had called her at the office this morning and told her she had better get to the FAX machine before anyone else and hung up; she immediately knew why and literally ran (which wasn’t easy in 4’’ high heels) across the office. The machine had already churned out one page and continued to print. Three handwritten pages finally were printed before the machine stopped. Vicki the office busy body and resident bitch walked up to her coffee in hand and said, ‘’that must be an important FAX; the way you busted your ass to get over here to pick it up.’’ Her mind raced quickly for an answer, yes, this was the information she had needed for three days to finish a project. She turned in her heels and walked away before the bitch could say another word. ...

8 It’s great to see my stories posted to your site. I have another one here. I’d be interested to see comments from readers so post my e-mail ([email protected]) at the end of this one. Thanks. CJ Carol Bound by CJ This experience happened a few years ago with a old friend who I have since lost contact with. Her name is Carol and we were both in our mid 20’s at the time and had been friends since high school. Carol was about 5 ft 8 in tall and had “impressive” breasts. She was also very flexible from many years of yoga which you’ll see paid off in the story. ...

This is a work of fantasy. My parents did well in real estate and since money was not that big concern they bought a house for me by the college I was going to. The house was built in the early 1900s and apparently it was modified during Prohibition. I discovered a hidden door in the master bedroom closet and found the remains of an old still. The room was 8’X11’ the layout of the rest of the rooms hides the fact it is there. The room had two posts in the middle about six feet apart. ...

Gromet, I have enjoyed your site for some time now and thought I’d try to help contribute something. Unfortunately I wrote this story before reading the writer’s guidelines you’ve posted, so I’m unsure if this story will be acceptable. It’s a story describing the first time a self-bondage session as a kid turned into something sexual for me, and I was roughly 13 or 14 years old at the time. So if you don’t want it that’s cool. If you don’t care to post it “as is”, but think it might be interesting with an older main character that’s cool too, I can probably alter the story a bit. Also, I’ve added the story codes I think fit to save you time, but it’s your site, and if you feel the codes should be changed feel free. -Bound Anon ...

One of my favorite things besides chains are my fur coats. I have four; all fox, ranging from short jackets to floor length. I do not know if a love of long hair (mine is about three inches from my knees) and a love of furs go together, but with me they do. I decided to take my love of furs a giant step forward and mustered up the courage to go to see the furrier where I bought my coats. Jean is a long time friend and I felt I could approach her with my idea. I wanted her to make a body suit out of fur. I like heavy fur, such as fox and fox fur is usually about three inches long. I knew my request would be strange to most people, but I trusted Jean. I was paying the bill, and the fur business is not what it used to be, so I felt my request would be jumped on. ...

8 8 Slutdesiree - Part 2 The Ice Cube Game by desiree (c)Copyright slutdesiree, 1999 I was finding it really hard not to masturbate and on Sunday afternoon, still not having heard from Mistress, I couldn’t help my self and had to get myself off. It was easily done. With the thoughts of Friday night still going through my mind, about 20 seconds of stroking made me cum. It was Unreal. I was still unbelievably aroused about that night. I knew I was now in more trouble with Mistress Sable, as she had ordered me not to masturbate, and I had disobeyed her order. At this point, I could do nothing to change that. ...

* Island Adventure by Zack Copyright© 2002. All rights reserved. Carol Simony, CEO of the Choplet-LaSalle Corporation and the richest woman in the USA, strode out of the Manila office building and across the sidewalk inside a wedge formed by her bodyguards; she ignored the cries of protest from the pedestrians who were jostled out of the way by her phalanx of thugs. So sure was she that her limo would be waiting that she was at the curb before she noticed it wasn’t there. ...

8 8 Slutdesiree - Part One The Run by desiree (c)Copyright slutdesiree, 1998 I have been ordered by my owner, Mistress Sable to describe my experiences. Mistress Sable lives several hundred miles away. One night while I was out minding my own business, I had a rather unusual experience. It was a warm Friday evening, around midnight. It had been a hot day and it was still around 70 degrees. I had been ordered to “go for a run” just as I had been ordered many times in the past. I got out my “run kit” and checked the contents. It was all there. One pair of handcuffs, earplugs, a cock ring, two clover clamps connected together by a 20 inch chain, a padlock, 5 feet of strong chain, a key for the hand cuffs, and a key for the padlock. The keys are each attached to a fine 12-inch chain with an alligator clip on the other end. I put on a black tee shirt, cut off jeans and a pair of slip on loafers. I got in my car and drove to a remote industrial area. I drove around for a bit to check out the area. After finding the spots I needed, I parked the car in a parking space behind some bushes. I got out of the car, put the pieces of the “run kit” in my pockets and walked about 3 short blocks to a spot where I placed the handcuff key on a window ledge of a well lit up building. I then walked 2 and a half blocks to a spot behind another building where a steel ladder was attached to the brick wall. The ladder started about 7 feet off the ground. I reached up and attached the padlock key to the first ladder rung. Then I walked another 1 and a half blocks to a spot where a steel railing was attached to a building. ...

The Sure Winner by Studbound “I know I can win this time.” “And what makes you think so? You’ve said that over and over, contest after contest, and you’ve never won anything in your life!” “Yes, yes, but I know I’ll win this time. It’s a sure thing. I’ve got it all figured out.” “Okay, so what’s the contest that you’re sure to win? Not the lottery I hope.” “No, no. Nothing like that. This is a picture contest. You send in your picture, and the winner gets a two-week vacation for two in Hawaii.” ...

8 8 Slutdesiree - Part Three The Visit by desiree (c)Copyright slutdesiree, 2002 Part 3, The Visit by desiree, (c)Copyright slutdesiree, 2002 It was finally the much-awaited day for the visit from Mistress Sable. I didn’t get much sleep last night because I couldn’t get Mistress Sable’s visit out of my mind. I don’t know if it was due to the fear of what she would do to me, or if I was really turned by the thought. Mistress had promised to ‘settle the score’ for the last two punishment sessions that she claims I screwed up. I got up at 8:00 AM. I showered, made the bed and cleaned up my bedroom in preparation for her arrival as per her e-mail instructions this morning. The instructions were very specific. They said that I should give myself an enema at 10:00 AM and make certain that I was completely cleaned out so that there would be room for some ‘more important contents’. ...

Her name was Donnella Payton-Stiers. She was just twenty-seven years old when she married Jonathan Stiers, the oil tycoon. He was sixty-eight at the time, but madly in love with her, and even his closest friends couldn’t convince him that she was simply interested in him for his money. Now, five years later, Donnella has been a widow for just over a year. Jonathan left her everything in his will, and she would never have to worry about money again. ...