(story continues from Invitation) Part 2: Second Invitation The next few days left Nick in a turmoil. His mind kept returning to the events of the previous Saturday when the mysterious “J” had ensnared him and, as she had promised, given him an adventure to fulfill his wildest fantasies. Every evening he rushed home to check his mailbox for another invitation but, each time, he was disappointed. The week passed, and then the next. Nick had driven past J’s house a couple of times but her admonition not to try and contact her kept him from stopping. One thing he did do was to surreptitiously try and look over the women who used the gym whilst he was exercising. “D” one of the women who had ridden him that Saturday afternoon had recognised him and commented that she had wanted to get her hands on him. “J” herself seemed to know that he worked out regularly. Frustratingly, although there were many women using the gym, he could never feel with any certainty that he recognised a voice - which was all he had to go on. ...

Naughty Boy by Studbound Carter Phelps finished dictating the last of eight letters while his secretary sat and listened. Moving the small recording device from in front of his mouth, he looked over at her and asked if she had any questions. She indicated that she had none. “Can you have those typed and ready to mail by Noon?” he asked. “No problem,” she smiled. Slowly she stood, and walked over to his chair. Standing behind him, she took the recorder from his hand and placed it on the desk. Then she slowly caressed his neck, reaching around to his face, then fondling his right ear. “You’ve been naughty,” she whispered. ...

Old Baldy by Soloist When you are in bondage, there is no such thing as unbearable The man was spread eagled on his bed. The penis vibrator with the velcro pouch contained his cockhead while it did a slow dance. As it had been doing for the past three hours. The afternoon had started out nicely. First he put on his hood with its gag in place. After setting the timers, he slowly set his bonds, first securing his ankle cuffs to the snap hooks on the rope across the foot of the bed. He worked slow, savoring the mounting excitement that went with each step. After adjusting the nipple teasers he placed the velcro vibrator on its guide wire and slid it down to take hold of his throbbing cockhead. He then connected the teasers to the battery pack on the waist belt and threw the switch starting the timers. Quickly he reached his arms out to the sides and padlocked his wrist cuffs to the chain stretched across the head of the bed. He felt the rush that he always felt when he snapped the lock that rendered him helpless. Then he remembered that he had forgotten to place the phone on the bed in case of emergency. It did not worry him, he never screwed up anymore. ...

When I grew up in Ohio, I was and still am a very shy girl. This has given me many nights of crying my heart out because I just couldn’t do the things that most people seem to do with ease. I had a few boyfriends and I’m no virgin. But I always would lose them to other girls that were outgoing and more direct and not so scared to do anything. After I graduated college I moved to Texas and now work for a computer design company. Most of the work I do can be done at my home, so I don’t have to be around many people on a daily basis. I work about 10 hours a day and by late evening I will order out so I don’t have to leave and go sit alone in some fast food place. I love pizza and will order it two to three times a week. For the last two months when the pizza man shows up, his name is Sam, he has tried to make small talk with me and I am starting to talk back with him, I found out that he is 23 and studying to be a Doctor and works part time at the pizza place till school starts up again. He says the hours are hard, but the tips are good and he gets to meet nice people like me. I always give him a 5-dollar tip and he has got to know me a little too. ...

(Despite what the story claims this is a work of fiction, however it is much more fun if you read it as if it were true.) Numerous times in the past he has asked me to relate this event and just as many times I have refused him. Personally I don’t think it is anyone else’s business, but so be it. The reason he was so insistent that I write it, is that one night I told the story to him as if he had not been there at all. He didn’t say anything during my entire rendering of the event and the only way I knew he was listening was that his breathing became more and more shallow (which was my original intention… I was trying to get him in the “mood” after he had had a hard day at the office). When I was finished, actually after we were finished, he told me I had to write this story. Well he has finally gotten his way… So here goes. ...

continued from part two Part 3: Retribution Mel clenched her eyes tight shut blocking out the sight of John’s satanic grin, but the memories of what had happened to Leanne and Mark seeped into the darkness. Tears flooded down her rosy cheeks and dropped, glinting as they passed through a beam of light passing through a window situated out of Mel’s sight and landed with a barely audible plop on the hard floor. John sauntered casually over to the terrified girl tied to the post. He had to step over the inert form of Emily lying on the floor. Only her eyes moved as she gazed up at the dirty soles of his feet as he strode over her as if she was a branch on the pavement of a street he was walking down. ...

General warning: This is fiction, if you believe this is true then your sick, don’t try this at home, could cause serious damage to your life. But could be beneficial to your life mate {I>E> wife/husband} I had finished working at cyber labs for the weekend, and I had four days off. I was driving home feeling quite happy with the days I had planned for myself, I had planned for this all month and finally it was here for the first time to run the program. I pulled up into my humble little house, ready to start my adventure. Not many people knew my thrills of danger and mayhem that took on the form of self bondage and those that did thought I was a freak. Well let them think what they want, all the more fun for me. I entered the house proper, and set everything that I needed to finish the project I had created on the kitchen table. All I had to do now was finish the assembly. I took my stuff down into the basement and set them outside my briefcase on the floor in front of the monster I had created. To me it was beautiful, weighing three tons, with fifteen arms and several other devices, it would be a great Dominater. I started work on it right away; I wanted to have fun with it as soon as possible. ...

I had made several trips to visit Toran it was quite a change to have a rich boyfriend as it was possible to turn our fantasies into reality, now that he had got to know me he was becoming more adventurous with each visit. The plane touched down and as usual Toran was waiting for me, he told me that to save a bit of our precious time together we would not go by road but take a local Airline direct to Rockford, it seemed like twenty minutes and we were disembarking. Toran’s private car pulled up and we were whisked away to his ranch, as soon as we arrived Dawn, his house keeper helped me with my bag, she was a very nice person and explained Toran had been doing a lot of preparation for my visit. ...

(story continues from Enslaved Part 1: Captured) Part 2: And then there were Three… “WARNING, WARNING, WARNING, BIO-ENDANGERMENT OF CAPTIVE IMMENANT!!!” I woke up to those words thinking oh no now what, I looked around for Mary. I couldn’t find her, then I looked up, there she was, somehow she found a way to make a noose with her bed sheet, then tied it to a rafter up high on the ceiling, she had the noose around her neck and was twitching, suddenly my arm lifted up and there before my eyes I saw the weapon, a tube of small proportions, aimed at her, the comp said that I had one shot and I should take it or loose her life, her life was in my hands. I aimed as best I could, and squeezed my hand. A bolt of light shot out of my tube and burned clean through the bed sheet, she came down hard, and I heard the crunch of breaking bone as she landed on her feet. I rushed to her, noticing that the weapon had recessed back into its housing. I gently lifted her head and removed the noose, her face was covered in burst capillaries, but she was still breathing. ...

Note:�For background,you may want to read Ultraprene’s other stories, “The Academy Museum”�and “The Teleslave.” Acknowledgement:�I thank Fantasia and Jester for their generous help and suggestions. One day Elizabeth read in a fetish publication that the Academy of Erotic Arts and Sciences was seeking volunteer subjects to test a new method of improving the female figure. Having visited the Academy Museum on a few occasions, she was aware of their excellent reputation and innovative projects. She thus phoned the Academy and was put in touch with John, the engineering Director and the Principal Investigator of the Figure project. He invited Elizabeth to visit the next day. ...

Gromet had always taken advantage of his writers, promising then the world then dropping them when he got what he wanted well the day of revenge had arrived. Jenny and Toran had joined forces in more than one way, and hopefully would live happily ever after mummified in each others arms thinking of Gromet and his good lady stretching things to the limit Gromet Hunt by Jenny When visiting Gromet’s place some how you get the feeling you are second best, you know the sort of thing he writes to you and says your story was all right but you could have done better!!! And leaves you hanging there. Then he writes you a letter saying his partner is fairly good but when he visits Wales again he will pop around to try me out again. ...

The Piccadilly Circus Underground was packed. People thronged through the small tunnels in droves pushing and pulling each other in the rush to get home for the day. Friday was reaching its end and the weekend was just around the corner as Emily squeezed onto the already tightly packed train. The mass of stuffed bodies created a stench of sweat and smoke that got into every one of her pores. She felt tired and so dirty that she felt nauseous. This was a typical Friday and she was aching to slip into a warm bubble bath with a novel and relax. ...

continued from part one Part 2: The Discovery and Consequences Monday morning reared its ugly head and a disgruntled and tired workforce filed into the chilly warehouse to start the weeks work. Leanne, Melissa and Mark stood around their table boxing pallet wrap and duck tape to be wrapped and stored until it was ordered and delivered. They were all working as temps during the summer holiday and were all best friends after meeting at University at the beginning of their first year. The job was crap but the money they found was very good and they passed their shifts chatting and joking with each other. ...

The story below came about after I was burgled a week ago, fortunately I had for once remembered to set the alarm before I left, and the police arrived before the dear little turd managed to make his get away with a video recorder, DVD plus a few other thing’s including a pair of leg irons that I must admit took a little explaining to the officer who took my statement, I think I convinced him that I had collected them as a curiosity to hang on the wall, Any way I thought up this story as perhaps my way of dealing with the criminal types, Or do you think I was too hard on him. I wish to thank my friend john for allowing me to try some of the idea’s in this story on him to see if they really worked Arrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr they did ...

Wheel of Fortune By Ultraprene One day, Mistress Mandy received a letter from her old friend Cynthia: “During my recent visit I was most pleased with your on-going training of your long-time slave Flora. I was also impressed with your new slave Jason. For a beginner he showed some real promise. I trust he is even better by now. As I told you in my last letter, I am now Curator of the Academy of Erotic Arts and Sciences Museum, and as such I am assembling some new exhibits for the Academy Museum. If you would agree to lend me Flora and Jason for a month or so, I will take excellent care of them and return them with some very valuable equipment and training. If you accept, I will send you additional details and instructions.” ...

Disclaimer: The following story is a sequel to “Wheel of Fortune” posted earlier in this Library. Readers are reminded that this is a work of fiction involving explicit sexual scenes. If you are a minor, or if such material would cause you legal or moral problems, please do not read further. The activities in this story are fantasy and some would not be practical nor safe in real life. -=0=- ...

Story continued from part 2 Part 3 Chapter 3 It was too late in the day to call a moving crew to transfer the crates to the main house where Mandy had her play rooms and “dungeon,” so they left the equipment in the carriage shed. They retired to the living room and spent the evening talking about Flora and Jason’s adventures at the Academy. Mandy also told her submissives that although her trip had been mainly business, she had taken the opportunity to meet with some colleagues in the Scene and to do a little special shopping. ...

Her name is Sally. She is that kind of Woman, where you only can say “Yabbadabbado”. And the best thing about her she loved to be bound. Oops, I forgot to introduce myself. My name is Mike. I’m good friend of Sally and I was the man, who saved her from being sold to a foreign country. Sally gave me a call on Monday afternoon that she wants to try something the she read on the Internet. It was called Selfbondage Patrol. ...

Authors Note: fg_1977@hotmail created a story based on ‘The Machine’ by NaughtyLittleGirl. This story is a continuation of fg_1977’s story: The Machine: Model-2A. -=O=- When we left off, Marie had been lent her bosses (Mr. Brackton) private Mansion up in Maine for the summer. It was quiet and peaceful there. While there she found a strange machine in the basement, and decided to try it out, and would up entombed for life, buried on the property somewhere, with absolutely no one knowing what happened to her. ...

She was an attractive woman. I had seen a couple of different mistresses over past few years and none of them could give me the inescapable feeling that I longed for. She brought me to the dungeon in her basement. The wrist and ankle cuffs were padlocked into place. I was then attached to the posts in a vertical spread eagle. I was facing the wall and could hear her behind me getting ready for our session. She them came up behind me and I shivered to her touch. She started to tell me that she was going to keep me for the weekend, locked away in her cellar. As she caressed my back, I became relaxed and let my guard down. As if she could sense this, she grabbed my head, forcing it back and the ball gag was stuffed in my mouth and buckled securely behind my head. When my head was released from her grasp, I tried to shake it out of my mouth, but to no avail. She then left me for a couple of minutes as I began to get excited and wonder what would be next. ...