Cynthia’s drive was long and winding, swooping around the cypress trees that grew along the drive in swampy soil. The house was large, Andrea guessed about 5 bedrooms and seemed very at home in the country atmosphere. She could just see a swimming pool and a sailboat docked around the corner of the house and could hear people laughing and a stereo playing a sort of punk sounding beat. A tall dark man dressed in an expensive three piece suit answered the door and before Andrea could say anything, the gentleman handed her a drink, told her to join the party and walked off. Not knowing what else to do, Andrea wandered through the living room to the deck, sipping on the drink. ...

Now if you’re read any of these stories so far, you’ll already know that both Angel and David enjoy not only doing the tying but being the tied. Doesn’t matter to them which end they take, as long as there is some sort of restraint and/or bondage involved. Angel and David had been seeing each other for quite awhile, and decided they needed a weekend away from their jobs to de-stress and relax and just plain enjoy each other. So they both called in sick on Friday (shame on them! such bad employees! *wink*) and took the weekend to ‘recover’ from their alleged illnesses. They packed their bags and drove out to a little country bed and breakfast, and as Angel checked the clock in the van it was just passing 4 hours from the time they started out. ...

Angie was beginning to get worried, while she had lost all sense of time, she did know that it had been an awfully long time since the last time John had done anything to her. It had all started innocently enough, at a party of course. John had pulled out a pair of handcuffs and put them on her, as a way of getting her attention. Well, it had worked, she splashed her drink in his face and demanded that he take them off. He ran off shouting something about his eyes, leaving her screaming at him at the top of her lungs. ...

This is a work of fiction. The people, e-mail, and news group do not exist to the best of my knowledge. Post to: alt.discuss.selftie.selfpunishment. [email protected] subject: first session Thanks everyone for all the help and advise. I have everything we talked about and my back-ups are in place. I’ll let you know how things go. Anita With that the twenty two year old red head shut down her computer. Everything was ready, and in place just like she had said. But while Megan from the news group suggested caution the first time Anita wanted it all. All or nothing! She wanted tight, strict, and escape proof. She wanted some pain and discomfort. Like a true brat Anita wanted it all right now! And no matter what anyone said, she was going to get it. Owen’s final quote still echoed in her mind, ‘Be careful what you wish for, you just may get it’. ...

Story inspired by the missing chapter of The Victim and i hope i didn’t screw it up._ Anne shrugged out of her parka and hung it on the peg. She pulled the ski hat off and tried to fluff the hat head from her hair without success. Sitting on one of the kitchen chairs, she toed off her Uggs and turned towards the wood stove for its welcoming warmth. “Damn weather” she muttered. ...

Part 1: Getting bored Annie didn’t like her life. Her latest relation had been a boring disaster, her career had slowed down and her roommate was keeping secrets from her. Looking into the full size mirror in the bathroom she saw a young, tall woman with all the right measurements, with shoulder long brown hair and a classic beauty looking face. She would have been a real bombshell, bound to catch any mans attention, if it had not been for the dull, “I’ve seen it all and am not impressed”-look in her eyes. In short, she was a very attractive young woman, who had had an easy going life and now in the mid twenties got bored to the bones. With a deep sigh, she decided to stay home from work, end a bottle of wine and nurse her self pity. An hour later she sat on the sofa, sipped her wine and couldn’t decide whether she would cry in self pity or break something in a rage. Suddenly it hit her: Kristine her roommate, was keeping a secret from her. This was the perfect time to take a look around her room. She confirmed her decision by emptying her glass and headed for the closed door of Kristine’s. Without thought she opened the door and looked around. The room looked normal, the wide bed nicely done and everything tidied and clean. Annie walked into the middle of the room, and turned to a large mirror that covered one wall from floor to ceiling. For a few moments she studied herself, standing in a dark red satin robe, carelessly closed, exposing her black lace underwear and her dark stay-ups encasing her long curvy legs. But then she thought of Kristine and her lesbian lover Marie, and turned away from the mirror and its image of her pity. ...

(story continues from Annie Part 1: Getting bored) Part 2: Bondage Challenge Annie got home and poured herself a drink. She met Kristine in the large living room and smiled at her. How was work today? Kristine asked. Worse than most days, Annie answered and sipped her drink. Poor you, said Kristine. My day has been rather good. Are you going out tonight? I don’t know yet. Well Marie is coming over, but you are welcome to eat with us. Kristine smiled as she met Annie’s eyes. Annie thought she heard some hidden hint but she couldn’t see anything in Kristine’s face. Annie started to go on with her preparations just as if she really was going out. She took a good shower and took on a set of really sexy underwear. It was a purple silky push up bra and a set of tiny panties with high cut over her hips. She also took on a garter belt to which she fastened shiny black stockings with seams in the back. Over it all she pulled a small black dress that reached to less than half her thighs. She felt a little cheap, but dressed to kill. She completed it by doing a careful make up and brushing her hair to a gleaming lustre. ...

Part 1 I must have listened to her voice mail message at least a hundred times during the afternoon. She left a very simple message, in that sultry voice, from her to me. “Hello, sweet David. Your anniversary present will be in the closet when you get home. I’m sure that you will like it.” She knew I liked surprises. We had been together nearly a year, tomorrow being the 365th day. During that year of learning more about each other on an almost daily basis, she had learned that curiousity drove me nuts. I was surprised that I didn’t get a traffic ticket heading home from the office. To say that I exceeded the speed limit would have been an understatement. Had my car been on the desert salt flats, it would probably have set a new land speed record. ...

She immediately recognised the brown envelope in the mailbox. It was the same type he used to send. Half curious, half irritated, she opened and read. What’s this nonsense! The letter was short, almost commanding. “Enclosed are three tasks of varying level of difficulty. Select one, return the others” was the short message. The envelopes were marked “easy”, “medium” and “difficult”. She did not hesitate but instantly picked the one containing the difficult task. It was so long now. Some time ago she had been used to such games, almost to the point that the thrill got lost. ...

This is a story I’ve written and my thanks to Susan Moont for suggesting I post it on the list. This is a disclaimer. I’ve never written one before so if I’ve missed something out, please mentally put it in. This is a Bondage story. So its got bondagy stuff in it. Chains, leather, you know the sort of tiey upy bondage thingys. It is a little explicit so if you think you may be offended please press the delete button…. Now. Oh good. You’ve decided to stay with me. Ok. Next bit. This is a work of fantasy, therefore I can not and do not recommend anyone try this at home (or anywhere else for that matter). I’ve made all this up, I’ve never tried any of this stuff on anyone, so I’ve no idea how practical or safe the stuff in this story is. In fact one aspect is potentially dangerous. As I said this is a work of fiction, fantasy, please enjoy it as such. Play safe Glenn. ...

I looked to my bedside clock and was disappointed to see 7:15. Saturday was my day off and I should be entitled to sleep until noon as I had as a teenager. But no, I was wide awake and I knew I would not get back to sleep. I gave in, got up and went to the kitchen for coffee and a muffin. Finished with breakfast I returned to the bedroom. I stripped out of my pajamas and got in the shower. ...

(story continues from Another Saturday Morning) Part 2: Yet Another Saturday Morning Fran, our heroine, is a young pretty single woman. In a new home she engaged the services of a local handyman, Henry. Henry provided lawn and pool care as well as light maintenance around the local neighborhood. He was regularly caring for one thing and another for Fran. In the course of a couple of months of shared coffee and conversation they discovered they had fascinating complimentary interests. Fran enjoyed sex while in bondage while Henry thoroughly enjoyed taking advantage of damsels in distress. ...

stories continue from Slaviversary 1: The Slut’s Slaviversary I had been pre-rinsing the cookware to load into the dishwasher when little boy came in and set the table dishes next to the sink. “After you have the dishwasher running Mistress would like to have a word with you in the living room.” “Yes Master. Please let Mistress know that the slut will be with her shortly.” “Good slut.” Little boy gave me a shit-eating grin; he knew what it was Mistress wanted me for. His grin reassured me I was not in trouble. Little boy did not find happiness in pain for punishment’s sake. I knew while submitting to Mistress he would reach the point where pain and pleasure melded as one, the mindset many called ‘sub-space’, but to watch as another was hurt was uncomfortable to him. ...

(story continues from Another Slaviversary 1: The Slut’s Slaviversary) 2: Interrupted Celebration Little boy had me lay down for a nap in the spare bedroom in the late afternoon. He said I’d need my energy for later as he locked my collar to a chain on the headboard. I laid there seeing my ‘isolation suit’ hanging on the wall. I had a love-hate relationship with it; I hated the all-encompassing restrictive design, but loved the fact that it meant I was getting time out of the house and didn’t have to worry about being recognized. Mistress had me wear the hood and collar a few times with my normal uniform when Master Richard and Rebecca came and played cards with Mistress and little boy while I served food and drinks. ...

(story continues from Another Slaviversary 2: Interrupted Celebration) 3: Shifting Mindsets The Percocet pill the slut gave me really took the edge off my pain. I tried putting up a strong facade because I didn’t want Mistress babying me too much but it was becoming too much. I was going to have to live with her carrying me around until my feet were healed enough to at least walk short distances. ...

(story continues from Another Slaviversary 3: Shifting Mindsets) 4: Recovery and Loss Over the next couple of weeks I slowly got back on my feet, figuratively and literally. I was not able to stand for too long yet but I could walk a fair distance and even drive. Some changes had happened around the house since the night Mistress and slut went to Knot Time without me. The biggest surprise I had was when Mistress moved the slut from the cell to the bedroom beside our own. ...

Yet another of Kats Creations The Tell Tale Collar Sighing softly as she looked at her financial mess she grimaced and swept all the papers off the table to the floor. How am i ever going to make my ends me she wondered briefly before going to her computer and turning it on. Signing into her account she worried that she would have to get rid of it too soon, and forget about her possessions in storage. Pushing all those thoughts aside she signed into the chat software she was using and found several of her friends .. male and female dom and sub alike. ...

Aphrodite’s Gift by Yoni Steele F/m; bdsm; cbt; nc; XXX Gods and Goddesses. Can�t live with them. Can�t live without them. I thought that Aphrodite would be a sweet, beneficent goddess. I was wrong. Well, sort of. I suppose that it is possible to piss off even the kindest, most loving people � or goddesses – if you work hard at it – or if you just accidentally stumble upon the one thing that cracks them open. Ironically, I wasn�t trying to make her mad; I was trying to impress her. I had no idea that her temple would be damaged in any way; I certainly wouldn�t have guessed that it would be completely destroyed! ...

His hands almost shook when he read the letter. The letterhead was that of the Sheriff’s office and he was the addressee. It indicated that a warrant had been sworn out for his arrest and he was to report to the Sheriff’s office within 3 days to turn himself in to face the charges or a warrant would be issued for his arrest and he would face charges that could result in two year sentence in jail. The letter indicated he should report to officer Kelly Andersson. ...

Bonnie glanced at her watch as she sipped on her coffee while sitting at her dining room table. Her lawyer Gwen Sawyer had called her earlier in the day to say that Bonnie’s ex, Gil, had finally agreed to turn over the money and items Bonnie has asked for when she filed for divorce. Gwen went on to say that she’d be over later that day with some papers for Bonnie to sign. The fact that Gil was giving in after a great deal of acrimonious debate was extremely satisfying to Bonnie and she looked forward to rubbing it in the next time she saw him. Just as Bonnie finished drinking her coffee, she heard a knock on her front door. However, when she opened it, she discovered that her visitor was not her lawyer as she expected but two delivery men carrying what looked like a large screen TV as well as some other boxes. Behind them, with a smug look that Bonnie knew all too well and had grown to hate, was Gil. “Gil! What the fuck are you doing here? I thought you were talking to my lawyer and finally giving me all the stuff I deserve!” Bonnie snapped even as the workers set up the TV and deposited the rest of the boxes in the middle of the living room. After everything had been left, the workers left leaving a fuming Bonnie and a silent Gil alone in the room. “Look, asshole, if you don’t answer my question right now, I’m gonna call the cops and get your ass thrown in jail!” Bonnie hissed as she saw her ex husband fiddling with the TV in the corner. Upon hearing Bonnie’s implied threat, Gil stopped his gaze and turned his attention to the auburn haired woman. “Calm down, Bonnie. I’m hooking up the TV here and should be done in a minute or two. I think you’re really going to like it,” the man said with a smile that was somewhat unnerving to Bonnie. A minute or so later, Gil made his way out from behind the television and, standing just behind the auburn haired Bonnie, withdrew what appeared to be a remote control for the TV. He was about to depress the POWER button when Bonnie whirled around and grabbed the control out of his hand. “Lemme have that! I’ve read the stories on the net about the tales of men using ‘magical’ remote controls to take control of women they have problems with. They may be just urban legends or the products of some warped Canadian minds but I don’t trust you!” Bonnie snapped as she waved the remote in the air. Gil’s response was to remain silent as Bonnie motioned him to move in front of her. With a smug look on her face, she motioned her ex husband to stand between her and the television and, with a bit of a flourish, depressed the power button. To Bonnie’s slight disappointment, the TV flickered on with nothing out of the ordinary happening. She started flicking through the channels and privately admitted to herself that the picture and sound were very nice indeed. However, when she went to tweak the television’s brightness, the remote seemed to go dead. “Hey, you cheap asshole, the batteries on this remote are dead. You might try splurging on a set that didn’t come from the discount store for a change!” Bonnie snapped in a manner that indicated her resentment towards her soon to be ex husband hadn’t eased in the slightest. “Shoot! Give me a second, I’ve got some spare batteries out in the truck. Just give me a minute or two,” Gil said as he grabbed the remote and headed outside before Bonnie could give any kind of response. Slightly bemused by her ex’s enthusiasm, the blond haired woman walked over to a window facing the driveway and watched Gil fumble around clumsily like he had in bed all those years. Several minutes later, Gil trotted back into the house with the remote in his right hand and his smile, if anything, larger than before. “Well, the remote’s all fixed now, honey. Let’s get things going, shall we?” he exclaimed while hitting the POWER button the control. “Give it h…UUURRKKK!!!” Bonnie started to say before she fell silent as she found she was unable to move or talk whatsoever. “You know, Bonnie, you were right to suspect something was amiss when I came to visit. Truth is, your suspicion that there was something more to this remote control than controlling the TV was correct. You see, I have a friend who works for a private military contractor and he…. ohhh…. it’s a long and rather boring story. To sum it up, this remote, when it has contact with your flesh as long as it did, can control you and your actions quite comprehensively. If you think I’m making any of this up, maybe I’ll start with a small demonstration. How about I get you to take off your blouse and skirt? Let’s see, this should do the trick,” Gil murmured before clicking a couple of buttons as he pointed the remote at the transfixed woman. “Your. Wish. Is. My. Command,” Bonnie said in a dry monotone even as she mentally screamed in rage. To her surprise, her hands moved of their accord upwards and mechanically started to unbutton her blouse. Once the last button was loosened, Bonnie jerkily pulled her blouse off and dropped it to the ground. Even as she mentally screamed in rage her hands moved to the zipper on the back of her skirt and pulled it downwards. After tugging on the sides of the skirt, Bonnie let it slip to the floor before resuming a rigid pose. “Cool! That worked just as it should! Now, let’s get you to take off your bra and panties, shall we?” Gil exclaimed before depressing another series of buttons on his remote. “Of. Course. Mas. Ter., " Bonnie intoned as her hands lifted upwards and undid the clasp on her bra. After removing her bra, her fingers moved downwards and under the strings of her thong panties. She had pulled them about halfways down when Gil clicked the PAUSE button. “I think I’d like a sexy pose when you pull your panties off. This should make you turn around and bend over before you pull them off,” Gil gleefully intoned as he clicked on his remote once again. A moment or so passed with Bonnie locked her in rigid position before the remote’s commands. Suddenly, the blonde haired woman straightened into a rigid pose with her eyes looking blank and staring straight ahead. “I. Will Obey. Mas. Ter.. Of Course,” Bonnie intoned before stiffly turning around and bending over at the waist. Lowering her panties down to her shoes, Bonnie exposed a firmly toned and luscious ass that Gil had always admired when they were married. “Heh. You know, Bonnie, I always said you had the most luscious ass. Wait, I know just the thing to add to this little picture. Don’t move…… heh……. " Gil said with a chuckle before leaving the room and heading for the bedroom. A few minutes later, he returned with what looked like an oversized butt plug. With a sly look on his face, Gil bent down and pushed the plug deep into Bonnie. “You bastard!!!….. When I get loose from whatever he’s done to me, Gil is going to prison for a very long time…. if I don’t castrate the bastard first!!…. he’s going to…… OOOOOHHHH!!!!!!………..” Bonnie thought angrily to herself before her thoughts were interrupted by the erotic sensation of having her anus filled with the plug. “Yeah, that makes you look quite nice. Time to get back to some fun though. This combo will have you turn around and pose sexy for me while cupping your breasts,” Gil said before picking up his remote and punched in a bunch of numbers. Moments later, Bonnie’s body tightened ever so slightly as her brain received the order. “Yes. Mas. Ter.. To. Serve you. Is pleasure,” she said before her body straightened up and she moved jerkily to face her grinning ex. Her hands moved upwards and cupped her petite breasts in an inviting manner. The only hint that something was amiss in her erotic pose was the bland look on her face even as her subconscious mind screamed obscenities in defiance. In fact, Bonnie’s expression was noted by Gil at that moment. “Tsk, tsk, time to turn that frown upside down. You want to look like you’re enjoying this, sweetie,” he said before depressing a single button near the top of the remote. Almost instantly, a big smile appeared on Bonnie’s face with her white teeth showing in a look that was dazzling and somewhat unnerving at the same time. “I know this remote doesn’t remove all of your independent thought so you’re probably thinking on some level that someone will show up and rescue you. In fact, I bet you’re counting on that bitch of a lawyer coming here and stopping me. Tell ya what, while I’m taking a closer look at your lovely body, I’ll spin you a tale that will explain where I was before getting here today and answer any thoughts of a visit soon at the same time,” Gil said even as he ran his right hand over Bonnie’s right tit. “You see……………. " Approximately 3 hours earlier……………. Gwen struggled to comprehend what was going in her house and to her. She was gathering up a few papers before making arrangements to have papers served to finalize a client’s divorce. To her surprise, she was visited by the client’s husband and before she could ask why he was there, the man pulled out of some strange device and took control of her physical motions completely. Before she knew it, she had stripped off all of her clothes and posed in several degrading yet highly erotic poses for the man. Worst of all, she was responding to the man’s clicking of his remote by saying statements that indicated her acceptance and obedience even as her subconscious raged against her predicament. At the moment, she was standing in the middle of her living room with her arms tucked behind her head and her mouth pursed in a sexy manner. “Ya know, I wasn’t quite sure if this thing would work or not when my buddy loaned it to me. I guess it’s a good thing I tried it out on that pizza delivery woman last night before I came here, eh? Luckily, she never saw my face and she regained consciousness in the middle of an abandoned mall’s parking lot by herself. However, for you, miss lawyer bitch, I have something else in mind,” Gil called out as he sat up in the chair he was seated in. “Lemme see, this should make you straighten up, walk over and put your signature on a few documents I’ve set up,” Gil exclaimed before staring to click on the remote pointed in the woman’s direction. A few moments later, Gwen’s arms stiffly returned to her sides and she stood at attention. “I. Hear. And. I. Obey. Mas. Ter. Of. Course.” the blonde haired woman intoned before turning stiffly and walking in a robotic manner towards a desk to the right. Bending over, Gwen grappled onto the pen resting on the desk and, in a manner that resembled an automated machine, signed the papers where it was indicated. After setting the pen back down, she turned in a robotic manner to face the man who controlled her every movement and waited silently for his next command. “Excellent! Thanks to the papers you’ve just signed, your disappearance will be written off by your letter of resignation and the note saying you’re moving to Canada to live in seclusion. The bank document you notarized that gives me control over all your money and property so it shouldn’t be a problem to cover up all traces of your disappearance. Of course, I’ll know that you won’t have changed residence but rather a change of a different type,” Gil said with a chuckle as he stood up and stared at his remote for a second two. With an arrogant smile crossing his face, Gil raised his remote up and pointed in the direction of the nude woman. “I think for this final part, you might be most comfortable by taking a seat in front of the fireplace,” he said with an almost childish laugh before depressing another two buttons. “I. Live. To. Obey. Mas. Ter.” Gwen said before turning and walking to the location in question. Moving in a tight circle, she sat down on the hard brick hearth in front of the fireplace and awaited her next command with a vacant smile plastered on her face. Gil glanced at his watch and smiled. “I’d love to stay and have a little more fun but I should get over to my ex wife’s home and prepare for her imminent arrival. Before I do that, however, I should make you ready for our trip out of town. The other function of this wondrous remote is that it is able to change organic material into organic material via tiny nanites. The nanites are programmed to transform the targeted subject into a new form according to the combination I program into the remote. Let’s see…. hmmmm… that should do it! Now, all I have to do is this!” he exclaimed as he excitedly punched numbers into the remote before moving over and touching Gwen’s shoulder with the remote’s top end. The blonde woman’s body started to twitch slightly and she let out a slight gasp of pleasure. “I. Am. The. Mas. Ter’s. Love. Doll.” Gwen started to intone over and over even as her body started to show the effects of the nanites. Freckles and blemishes disappeared rapidly all over her body as her skin took on a glossy appearance. Seams started to become apparent on her arms and limbs as Gwen’s flesh and bones turned to rubber and latex. Her legs spread into a more open position that mimicked the V shape found in the traditional love dolls used by enthusiastic men. Gwen openly moaned as her sex started to twitch and contort as if it had a mind of its own. A moment or so later, her pussy closed tightly before opening into a perfect ovular opening with the interior becoming a sac of rubber and latex aching to be filled by a sex toy or her owner’s hard cock. Although Gwen’s thinking was focused mostly on being the best love doll for her owner, a small part of her consciousness will still existed and that part was not happy at all. ...