I couldn’t believe how fast things were starting to move forward for me. I wasn’t the kind of girl who usually allows herself to be talked into these kinds of things. Of course, truthfully I didn’t really know if I was the kind or not, because nothing like this had ever happened to me before. I had never allowed things to go this far with anyone before. But there was something about Val that released a lot of my inhibitions. She hated that I called her that. She would always insist that I called her Valerie, but that only made me want to call her Val even more. I didn’t even know why. Maybe it was just a reaction to her cheesy opening line: ...

Alone by Anonymous Nights like these were the hardest, when I had to do everything myself. Somehow, when she was here, even if she only watched, it made it sexier and less humiliating. Alone, following her written commands, there was nothing to distract me from the bizarre course my life had taken. Nothing to keep my mind off what I had become. But I had spent too long mulling over my situation. She would be home soon. I might not be sure I liked my current life, but I would like it a lot less if she got home and I hadn’t followed instructions. ...

Alone in the Dark by TeeCee Friday evening. Maria felt excited as she stood in her bedroom and stripped off her clothes. It had been a long time since she’d had the house to herself. This weekend, at last, both her housemates were away. Maria would be alone until Sunday afternoon and intended to make good use of the time. She wondered what to do first. Since she was out of practice, perhaps something simple and not too strict. A bed tie would do, that would give her couple of hours to meditate on the weekend ahead. For this tie she always used the combination lock method. She wouldn’t be able to see the numbers in the dark, but when the lights came on she could release herself easily. ...

Alone in the dark 2 By Adam Egg After about half an hour of sobbing, Maria had most of the real fear out of her mind. She realized that she wouldn’t die here alone. The housemates would come back and find her. She would be hungry, thirsty and humiliated about three quarters to death but not quite dead. ‘OK, I should make the most of this while I can.’, she thought. She remembered a former boyfriend that had moved away to a new job. She really, really hated to part with him but she couldn’t go. (She cried over him for a week.) He had a special way of fondling her breasts that would make her orgasm without touching her in any other way. She hadn’t tried it on herself but now might be a good time. He would place his hands flat on her breasts with her nipples between his middle and ring fingers. With a gentle squeeze on the nipple, he would press down and begin to roll her breasts around in a circle. First, both hands would move in the same direction, then they would move in opposite directions pushing her breasts toward each other then pulling them apart. As Maria would become more aroused he would squeeze his fingers together a little tighter, press down harder and push and pull farther. As she would get close to an orgasm he would switch hands placing his right hand on her left breast and visa-versa. Not only could he give her a firm hug he could also trap her arms by her sides making it difficult for her to stimulate herself. This may be where Maria got the idea of bondage. ...

Alysons Story by Fetterer Chapter 1 After many months of preparation, the time had finally arrived when Alyson would simply enjoy, endure, suffer her system of self bondage and discipline. The time for programming her computer, the time for carefully calculating distances, the time for constructing devices, the time for manufacturing restraints, those times were now over. Now, she would simply do it. After checking the set up of “the room,” it was time to prepare herself for the day ahead. While every brain cell in her skull argued to go ahead and get started, she knew that anticipation was a huge part of her bondage and discipline life. Her first task was to luxuriate in a hot bath after she washed her hair. Part way through her bath, she shaved her eyebrows, her legs, her arm pits and her cunt. She had toyed with shaving her head as well, but she wasn’t quite ready for that, yet. Her hair wasn’t that long, cut rather close to her head in a cap cut, but the idea of a skinless skull appealed to her. Soon, she thought but not today. ...

Alysons Story by Fetterer Chapter 5 Events rocked along like that. There would be times when Alyson would make arrangements with Hazel so Hazel would come to Alyson’s home if Alyson didn’t call by a certain time. Alyson found these to be far more enjoyable than they had been. To be sure, there were still safety considerations; but, even if she became overzealous, she had her safety net. Hazel was cheery about these sessions, always admonishing her to be careful. The telephones were carefully tested and then Alyson would put her body in bondage. There was one time when Hazel showed up at Alyson’s place in the middle of the bondage. The bound Alyson was terrified someone was breaking in. Hazel had the time mixed up. They both had a good laugh over that. ...

Alysons Story by Fetterer Chapter 8 As soon as she was untied, she went to the portrait to examine it herself. Sure enough, she admitted, they were glass, and they probably were just to scare an occupant of the room. She stepped back and examined the portrait. It was of a young woman, dressed only in a severe corset and thigh high boots. Teasingly, Hazel came and stood by her, saying that Alyson could model for a similar portrait. Alyson turned and smiled, and then kissed Hazel on the lips. It was as if she had touched a hot stove! She recoiled, and stepped back a half step. Hazel said nothing and walked away. Struggling to regain her wits, Alyson stood, starring at the portrait. She stepped closer and reached up to the frame, fingering the intricate wood carving with the flower blossom carved into each corner. She traced it with her finger and then, on impulse, she pressed the center of the blossom. ...

Alysons Story by Fetterer Chapter 11 Alyson and Hazel maintained their existence. Alyson was always submissive to Hazel, but occasionally, Hazel wore some of the bondage devices like the heavy chains. She was so partial to the iron helmet that she frequently wore that alone when they watched their videos, and she infrequently wore the pear gag. Also, both women rode the horses with the dildoes in their cunts; Alyson occasionally also used the ass dildo too, but Hazel hadn’t tried that yet. ...

I was forty-three years of age when my wife and I separated. The reasons for this are varied but seemed the correct thing to do at the time. I moved into a flat, leaving her the house, which she shared, with my daughter. I initially warmed to the idea of living the single life, after nearly twenty-three years marriage, and started to move in different social circles. My job as a Project Manager required me to work at various Nuclear Power Stations throughout the UK, and it was on assignment in Bridgewater that I met Jennifer. ...

(story continues from American Dream) Part 2: Bound in the Trunk Saturday 30TH September 2006 We woke early as there was a load of packing to do before we started the long journey North. Jennifer was still elated after last night’s session and could not stop talking about the proposed scenario involving her mother. As we packed a discussion took place regarding the scope of the role-play. “This must be special. Mom is coming a long way” Jennifer had sat down and was looking at me expectantly. ...

(story continues from American Dream 2: Bound in the Trunk) Part 3: Planning Saturday 30TH September 2006 Jennifer sank back in the passenger seat and let out a deep sigh. She was still dressed exactly the way she was when she had gone into the boot, apart from the pumps, which she had taken off her aching feet. Deep red rope marks were plainly visible on her wrists, elbows, above knee and ankles and her full mouth had marks at each corner from the ball gag straps. ...

(story continues from American Dream 3: Planning) Part 4: Ransom Note Sunday 1st October 2006 We had a long lie in after not arriving until ten thirty at night. We had just dropped into bed knackered from the journey and went straight to sleep. The unpacking and other stuff could wait. I woke about six o’clock as usual and got up to make coffee. Jennifer was still asleep and I didn’t bother to wake her. I sat down in the living room of the flat and drank the bitter liquid, as I hadn’t any milk to put in it. ...

(story continues from American Dream 4: Ransom Note) Part 5: Pick Up Thursday 5TH October 2006 6am I awoke at the usual time of six o’clock. I left Jennifer sleeping as it was to be a big day for her. In more way’s than one. The days up to now had gone in like a flash. My new assignment at the Power Station was settling down to a familiar routine and that out the way left me to concentrate on the weekend ahead. ...

(story continues from American Dream 5: Pick Up) Part 6: Together Again Thursday 5TH October 2006 1950hrs The rest of the drive to my flat had been uneventful. We drove in silence, broken only by the intermittent clanging of the cuffs on the metal frame of my drivers seat as Lucinda tested her bonds. I watched her in the rear view mirror but her expressionless face gave nothing away. She was actually more attractive in the flesh than in the photos Jennifer had shown me. Long dark hair framed a pretty face with a slightly square jaw. A pair of lips that I bet could suck an egg through a fuckin straw and a narrow nose complimented each other perfectly. Lastly her big, deep brown eyes that no doubt would have been watching me closely if it weren’t for the darkened glasses. ...

(story continues from American Dream 6: Together Again) Part 7: Bound Together Friday 6TH October 2006 0147hrs Lucinda strained her bound wrists against the tight white cord for the umpteenth time. As she did so she grunted into the black leather panel gag that had been applied to her lower face, the large red rubber ball that was attached to the panel, wedged deep in her mouth behind her teeth silencing her effectively. Jennifer turned her head to try to look at her Mother. She had been totally amazed at Lucinda’s ability to struggle and fight the ropes. Also her stamina was breathtaking. ...

(story continues from American Dream 7: Bound Together) Part 8: Bath Time Friday 6TH September 2006 1430hrs Both women stood in the centre of the small room I used as my workshop and glared at me. I had already ordered them to strip to their underwear and tights and the discarded clothes lay in two separate piles in the middle of the floor. Lucinda had been released when I returned to the flat and had been given the latex dress to wear whilst being transported to the unit. I had also made her wear her pumps. The way the latex clung to her figure gave me another boner. ...

Chapter 8 Ann’s earlier synopsis about a long night were to prove correct. She had lost track of the length of time that she had spent in the box. Her arms and legs ached from the cramped position and tight bondage. Her hair hurt. She was hot and sweaty. She had also begun to drift mentally. She was in a black world with no stimulation, no noise, no breeze upon her skin, apart from the air that she drew in through her mouth or that occasionally wafted onto her exposed pussy. Ann was in that place where imagination and reality collide. A place where her fate had been sealed and because she could do nothing about it, had already accepted the reality of her situation. This was, as far as Ann knew, subland. ...

I had traveled for over two hours to the remote farmhouse. There were no other cars on the same road for the last half hour of my journey. The more miles that passed, the more I came to realize just how isolated my destination was. I had been sent here as an assignment – a test of faith. Greeting me at the side door of her large house, Mistress Alicia’s outfit didn’t match the rustic setting. She was in a black bustier with silver chains strung down the front. Her long legs were encased in thigh high stockings. There was a slight bulge in the black satin panties, telling of Mistress Alicia’s trans sexuality. ...

Since a child I have always been fascinated by bondage. Due to the fact that my wife of the past 30 plus years doesn’t have similar fantasies I decided to give self bondage a try. After exploring Gromet’s website and the gallery I knew I could be more creative. I had to approach everything as if it were one of my engineering projects at work. Self Bondage: A Mechanical Engineer’s Approach ...

Part 1 The following narrative is that of a retired Starfleet commander. At his request he will remain anonymous and all names used throughout are changed to protect the innocent (and/or guilty). On my first exploratory voyage, my programming staff was augmented by a fresh graduate from Starfleet Academy, Ensign Diana Brightlove. Diana was a beautiful human female; she was everything a human male could want, at least any heterosexual male like myself. Her snug fitting Starfleet uniform showed off D cup breasts, a beautiful round ass and long legs for such a petite girl. On her first day aboard I received merciless kidding at lunch about hiring “the only pinup model in Starfleet”. ...