Introduction. This series of stories takes place in a not so distant future that is pretty much identical to the world we live in now, with a few differences. Several major breakthroughs in medical research have eradicated all known STD’s, all forms of allergies and practically all forms of cancer. The technology is also somewhat more advanced then in our current world, but not to any extremes. A third difference is that the world is a lot more open-minded. The stories in this series can be read independently from each other, but references to events and persons in earlier stories is likely to occur. Parts of the same story should be read in order. ...

(story continues from Bondage Paradise 1: Monday) Part 2: Tuesday Tuesday Morning, Week One. Mandy woke up to the sound of an unfamiliar alarm. It was not the sound of her normal alarm clock. As she tried to move she immediately discovered she was bound, gagged and blindfolded. Then she remembered; she was at the Bondage Paradise. She raised her hands and pushed the blindfold away from her eyes so she could see. The front lid on the small steel box was open and she could see the keys inside it. ...

(story continues from Bondage Paradise 2: Tuesday) Part 3: Wednesday & Thursday Week 1 Wednesday Morning/Afternoon, Week One. Mandy slowly woke up. Glancing over at the clock on the bedside table told her it was 11:20am. ‘Holy crap, I have slept for twelve hours straight’ she thought to herself. Then she remembered the session she had had with the fucking-machine in the playroom the night before, and how intense it had been. With a big smile on her face she got up from the bed and headed towards the bathroom and the shower, stripping off her plain, white cotton underwear on the way. ...

**Bondage Renewal Part 1** I was basically at the point of giving up on making our sexual relationship more in line with what I would like it to be. My wife and I had been married ten years and in that time we had gotten into a pretty healthy cycle of sex… and every blue moon she would even consent to letting me put her into bondage. My wife just isn’t the sexy or adventurous type and I had gotten used to that. I wasn’t happy about it, but I was used to it. ...

(story continues from Bondage Renewal)_ _Part 1 **Bondage Renewal Part 2** The next day went as quickly as the last at work. This time however she did call me. We talked about the kids and other non-controversial topics. Coming home was much the same as any other night. Kids clamouring, dishes to wash, children to be put to bed… the entire normal ruckus that goes along with a family. Ann kissed me as I came in the door, so I knew that everything was all right. ...

(story continues from Bondage Renewal 2)_ _Part 2 **Bondage Renewal Part 3** Now for the last little pieces of the tableau I was setting out to create. Again from the top draw I removed two items, a black sleep mask and an aged wooden hairbrush. The mask was a sleep mask from Victoria’s Secret. It was not the best of blindfold, but as a sleep mask was less onerous to my wife than any other option it was my blindfold of choice. The brush resembled a sort of miniature paddle sans rounded ends. I had fallen upon this treasure after our first spanking encounter and couldn’t help but add it to my bag of goodies. Ann’s eyes popped open as she saw these two items. A whining scream filled the air as her gag proved its worth. She began pulling at her bonds, futilely trying to escape from them. I tried to calm her down, but rather than being mollified she raised her head and shook it negatively from side to side. ...

Direct all feedback to [email protected] Freely distributable as long as credit is given. Dedicated to Tigress. “So, would you like for me to tie you up, Robert?” I sat on the stool in Madeline’s kitchen, regarding my hostess. Although this was not exactly the kind of typical conversation gambit one might expect from my almost-middle aged friend, I had learned by now that she did not treat such things as a game. So, neither would I. ...

I originally wrote this as a gift to a lady friend. She had shown me a piece that she’d found on the “net” concerning light bondage, forced sex and group sex and seemed very turned on by it. After reading what I wrote she did say to me that, “she only likes to read about it, not participate in it”. If you need further information from me please feel free to contact me. Thanks CharlieN. ...

Just a word or two about the author. This is my 20th book and it will not be sold. I offer it to all who wish to read free of charge. It is does have a full copyright attached. Cuffmaster is not my name or the name that any of the retail books are under. For personal reasons I keep it this way. This is a true story and the events are actual and factual. You can reach me at [email protected] ...

(story continues from Bound for Life) Just a word or two about the author. This is my 20th book and it will not be sold. I offer it to all who wish to read free of charge. It is does have a full copyright attached. Cuffmaster is not my name or the name that any of the retail books are under. For personal reasons I keep it this way. This is a true story and the events are actual and factual. You can reach me at [email protected] ...

(story continues from Bound for Life 2) Just a word or two about the author. This is my 20th book and it will not be sold. I offer it to all who wish to read free of charge. It is does have a full copyright attached. Cuffmaster is not my name or the name that any of the retail books are under. For personal reasons I keep it this way. This is a true story and the events are actual and factual. You can reach me at [email protected] ...

(story continues from Bound for Life 3) Just a word or two about the author. This is my 20th book and it will not be sold. I offer it to all who wish to read free of charge. It is does have a full copyright attached. Cuffmaster is not my name or the name that any of the retail books are under. For personal reasons I keep it this way. This is a true story and the events are actual and factual. You can reach me at [email protected] ...

(story continues from Bound for Life 4) Just a word or two about the author. This is my 20th book and it will not be sold. I offer it to all who wish to read free of charge. It is does have a full copyright attached. Cuffmaster is not my name or the name that any of the retail books are under. For personal reasons I keep it this way. This is a true story and the events are actual and factual. You can reach me at [email protected] ...

(story continues from Bound for Life 5) Just a word or two about the author. This is my 20th book and it will not be sold. I offer it to all who wish to read free of charge. It is does have a full copyright attached. Cuffmaster is not my name or the name that any of the retail books are under. For personal reasons I keep it this way. This is a true story and the events are actual and factual. You can reach me at [email protected] ...

How did I get into this predicament? That’s the easy part, how am I going to get out of it is the hard part. I’ll start at the beginning. I have several loves in my life, not the usual rubbish but rubber & bondage, and surfing the net for erotic fiction containing my first two loves. As luck would have it, I had a couple of days off work. Even more lucky for me was I had been given a small bonus from a job I had recently completed, so armed with my free time and several hundred pounds bonus, I went off to London to go shopping for rubber. As usual for these all too infrequent trips, I started and ended up at Skin Two. They had just had what looked like a shipment of clothes and a sale of their old stock. I was hooked, and it didn’t take me long to leave their store having spent my bonus but having two large bags of goodies. ...

“Think of it as a kind of theme park of the mind,” Dr. Grace explained reassuringly. “We simulate your fantasies as realistically as possible, however extreme they may be. You experience them as if they were really occurring at the time. And afterwards, it’s all over and nothing’s changed. You get up and walk out the same person you came in.” Barbara certainly wanted to believe her. After all, she’d booked the appointment months in advance, taking time out from her own demanding schedule as a top corporate executive of the very mega-conglomerate that owned The Institute, just to come down and see for herself what all the buzz was about. She hoped she hadn’t made the trip for nothing. ...

(story continues from Bound to be Safe) Lisa started to spasm, and didn’t show signs of stopping for some time. Debra, too, after thoroughly tuning into her accomplice’s passion, and my heated attempts at escape and maneuverability, exploded out of control, without so much as a look of concern over what my frustrated gyrations were attempting to accomplish. “What’s the matter, baby,” she chided, “aren’t you getting enough?” I knew my pelvic struggling, and overall, under-indulged expectations were feeding Debra’s psycho sensual hunger, so I deliberately did all I could to bring her overwrought libido to a place to which only a Domme of her stature and determination could aspire. The bed rocked, Lisa’s muffled moaning got louder and louder, and Debra smiled at me, as if to say, ‘Now you’re getting it, baby.’ ...

I always appreciate women who are handy with rope: especially those who love to bind their men when fore playing and/or making love. Meeting Debra awakened that infrequent, kinky preference in a way I had not experienced in several years. The adrenalin rush and sensual complications had always been an irresistible opiate in my somewhat atypical, B&D lifestyle. Consequently, as with any adventure involving the fun and pleasure of sensual bondage, there were risks to be taken into account. However, since my instincts had thus far compiled a perfect track record, where the turning over of one’s freedom to a switchable, submissive women was concerned, I opted to go for it, and enjoy the exploration of Debra’s formidable imagination and style. ...

This story is from my erotic fantasy series Oh, Susana! You can find the entire series in the alt-sex-stories-moderated archive maintained by Eli the Bearded (blessed be his name). Enter the archive at http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/Year99/jan.html and scroll down to Thursday Jan 21. Feel free to email your comments. Martina Lee aka susana [email protected] Peter groaned. His buttocks contracted and he arched his back, lifting his pelvis off the bed in a futile attempt to reach Susana’s mouth, hanging teasingly just a centimetre or so above the tip of his straining cock. Her left hand circled the base of his tool, squeezing lightly in a rhythm that matched the slow passage of her tongue in and out between her parted lips. ...

Story about a male scarf bondage which shows how men will always be boys who like to play… Self bondage It all started when I was a kid and I liked to be blindfolded during the blind man’s bluff game, then I started to blindfold myself at home with my mothers scarves and wonder around the house. And the scarves… there were so many of them. Then I wanted to find out how is it to be gagged as I have seen on TV all that were kidnapped were blindfolded and gagged. Those were the silk scarves and it was all a bit unstable on my head and then I added the headscarf to keep the blindfold and gag in place. So what to do with other scarves? ...