Entry from the S(A)X Leather Bondage Story competition 2005 There were certain considerations to observe when living with an exchange student, Steve had learned. Especially one like Elsa. One day early on, he had forgotten entirely that she was staying in his house and he walked into the bathroom for his morning shower. Clad in a towel, she had stood there for a moment, all unapologetic dripping curves, until he could peel his eyes away and shut the door in an embarrassed rush. So, there were bathroom etiquette considerations he had never had to deal with before. ...

I love to look at myself in the mirror, especially when I know I look good. Now don’t get the wrong idea. I’m not a stuck up or vain man, when I look good I look good. No extra weight around my stomach, legs are better than average. Fantastic butt. I just wish other people could see me like this, or at least my wife. One more glance in the mirror. Black was my color. Shiny black spandex to be exact. The black footed tights I had on shaped my legs just right and the seams running from my toes up the back of the legs to the waist were as straight as you could get them. The tight spandex black leotard I had on over the tights fit perfectly. I looked as good as any woman I had seen wearing the same outfit. The crotch of the leotard didn’t show the bulge of my erect penis too much. I had tucked it down between my legs as far as I could. The only thing bad about that was that every time I moved there was so much pressure against my crotch I thought I would probably shoot off. ...

A dark bondage story very loosely based on 8mm with Nick Cage: Kevin and Dawn had been together long enough for their sex to get routine, not bad, just routine. Kevin wanted to spice things up some and started to bring home videos from the local shop near their house. At first Dawn didn’t want any part of the tame porno movies, but they excited both of them to the point that they never seemed to finish one on their bedroom TV before having inspired sex. Kevin was happily surprised at the new things Dawn would try, things he tried to talk her into before like different positions, and even some light bondage. It seemed if Dawn saw it in a video then it wasn’t too bizzar to try in real life. Kevin knew he had a good thing going and didn’t want to screw it up with his sexy and more exciting partner, but they were running out of movies at the local video store that they hadn’t seen yet. ...

Part 1 In the midwest, country roads are generally straight and regular, dividing the land into one mile squares. On one or more sides of each square, you might find a farm, its house, barns and sheds usually situated along the road near the center of its length. There were, of course, variations, but, as a rule, the squares, called sections, were pretty much the same. One exception, in a wooded area, had become known locally as the four corners. Purchased jointly by four friends, the one square mile piece of land had been divided evenly into four parcels, with one friend living on each. Instead of hugging the road, as farms usually did, all four dwellings sat in the center of its particular parcel. ...

(story continues from Four Corners) Part 2: Steve/Stephanie Steve glanced around as he cautiously slid into a corner booth. Before, when the four friends went out on the town, they’d always separated at the door, each going his own way to try his own luck. Usually, the separation from his friends had always empowered Steve, made him feel like the solitary hunter. Tonight, stuck in this new and barely clothed body, he felt more like the prey. ...

(story continues from Four Corners 2: Steve/Stephanie) Part 3: Neil/Nell Settling into a booth, Neil was glad of his choice of clothing. Though tight, the black leather pants were supple enough to allow freedom of movement. He wasn’t sure about the zipper, which went all the way to the waistband in back, but it wasn’t really a big concern. The sleeveless top, however, he was less sure about. The collar fastened together with two snaps, while three snaps held the bottom together. Between these was a large circular opening that showed entirely too much of his new female chest. Neil still wasn’t sure why he’d chosen this particular top, but now he was stuck with it. ...

(story continues from Four Corners 3: Neil/Nell) Part 4: Taylor/Taylor Sliding into a booth, Taylor nervously smoothed his gown across his hips. Glancing around as if to make sure his friend couldn’t see him, he ordered a glass of wine. He’d never really been fond of beer, he admitted to himself, drinking it only because his friends preferred it. Now, secure in his privacy, he sipped the drink he’d always loved. ...

(story continues from Four Corners 4: Taylor/Taylor) Part 5: Andrew/Andrea Rather than hiding in a booth, Andrew settled onto a stool at the bar. He felt extremely self-conscious in this body, and felt he could best hide himself in the middle of the crowd. He also decided to splurge with a hefty snifter of brandy, which he sipped slowly. Glancing around, he watched the swirl of humanity, men and women in constant motion. He wondered what they would say if they knew that he was both. A woman physically, but still a man on the inside, in spite of actions he couldn’t deny were feminine. Seeing what the others wore made him less uncomfortable about his own dress, until the light, soft feel of the cloth against his skin felt almost natural. ...

Part 1 I and my Ex-Wife were always into the Bondage scene, and especially Bondage Sex, so once our Divorce was final we went our separate ways, me never knowing if my Sex life would ever involve Bondage again. As years passed I would think of a Bondage scenarios or Bondage Sex at least once a day, I missed it a lot, but knew I would not find it and have the same experience that I had in the past. As I dated Women of all ages I knew in my mind and Body that these women would never understand my love for this type of Sexual Bondage, not to mention trying to explain it to them, I could see it now, them making a disturbing face, or busting out laughing, that would definitely be an end to an evening. So most of my dates would last a couple of dates, or maybe three or four, then it would be over and I would be back on the dating sites trying to find someone new, Kinky young Ladies and seasoned Women don’t advertise there Likes and Dislikes about what happens when they want to have fun in the bedroom, let alone to a perfect stranger, that can take years of experimenting and exploring, so I knew I was never going to have that kind of Bondage Sex probably ever again. ...

(story continues from Four Hands are Better then Two!) Part 2 Chapter 3 Lorene then goes over to the corner and gets the office chair that was there, she rolls it over to me and Jen pushes me into it. Just as I am about to say something Lorene works the gag into my mouth and pulls it tight in the back and fastens it up. Now unable say or do anything Jen and Lorene gather in front of me as they start to laugh, Jen looks at Lorene and says this was a great idea you had, Lorene answers yes it was, we should have lots of fun with him. ...

(story continues from Four Hands are Better then Two!) Part 3 Chapter 5 After sleeping off my rather exhausting evening of fun and excitement I was awaken by the ladies laughing and joking about what Lorene had done to us, Jen was full of laughter and in high spirits it seemed, Lorene reminding her that her Sexual Bondage Fantasy was now fulfilled. As they were clowning around I could feel them releasing the straps that held me in place, they then rolled me on to my side and un-zipped the passage way to my butt hole and carefully removed the toy that was once filling my Ass. They then rolled me back over and removed both Rings that were in place around my Balls and Cock. I was now thinking to myself that it must come to an end sometime, but was it? I felt them lifting my legs and sliding something up my body, I felt it getting tighter around my body as they worked it up past my Cock and Balls, which were still through the elastic holes that were in the first Mummy bag, one of ladies started rubbing him through the material making him Hard as they continued to work the bag up my body past my hips, I could feel my Shaft and Balls getting compressed against the other object, then up it went, everything becoming tighter, then I felt it come over the shoulders. ...

Part 1: Tea With Mother I am having tea with mother. I hate my mother. I didn’t used to but I do now, I have good reason and you will find out why. Mother is the epitome of sang froid, the ultimate ice queen. She loves only one thing, money. Not family, not me certainly, nothing but money, and as far as she is concerned, you can never have enough. But now, today, maybe she has enough, even for her. She is celebrating the settling of her husband’s will, my father’s will. And it is supremely cruel of her to have me for tea on such a day. She is the sole beneficiary you see. It should have been me, was me really, but she took care of that, in another supremely cruel way, and this is my story. ...

* * Fraternity Tradition by Studbound I must admit, I enjoyed my four years at the university. Much of that had to do with the fraternity where I lived. I arrived there shortly after I started as a freshman, went through pledge week (and all the torture that involved), and then settled in finally graduating and sad to leave. Most universities, and especially fraternal organizations, have many traditions. Ours certainly did. Pledge week, for example, involved having the new members do things like eat various odd things, run naked across campus one night, go on obscure hunts for odd objects like women’s underwear, and so on. We each spent one night naked, tied and gagged in our beds. It was fun, and in turn when we moved on, we did the same to the new pledges the next year. Of course, we completely ignored the university’s code that outlawed hazing. It was all in good fun, and there was some care taken to see that nobody got hurt - not too badly anyway. ...

Mary took another sip of her coffee and waited for her friend to continue. “I don’t know what to do any more,” Aki said, “Allan just doesn’t seem to be interested anymore.” The blond Mary looked at her distraut friend, her small asian features, trim waist, and tight body. Poor Aki had the cutest little pout on her heart shaped face. It nearly broke the taller womans heart just looking at her. “I have an idea,” Mary said, “but you’ll think I’m crazy.” ...

* Fun Weekend I had a fun weekend this weekend. My wife was away for the day, so I decided on a bit of self bondage to pass the time. Lately I have been tending to play with hogties all the time, so something different was in order, and Matt’s recent post was on my mind. So, after dressing in lots of latex (Studded vibrating butt plug set to random start, Hot Pants, Padded Bra with nipple clips under, Sleeveless top, Opera gloves, Ultra Mini-skirt) along with stockings and black high heels, I got out the ropes, straps etc. My emergency backup’s are a full set of keys in a bucket of red dye on a shelf in the wardrobe with a rope hanging down to ground level, and of course my wife getting home at about 6.00pm. ...

Clara’s brow furrowed slightly as she answered the questions on the touch screen in front of her. Have you had any children? – No. Are you on any hormonal birth control? - No Do you live alone? - Yes Any family or siblings? - No siblings. Parents passed when she was a teenager. Do you have any piercings or body modifications? - No Have you had any severe injuries or surgeries? – No Any fears or phobias? – Can’t think of any. ...

After teasing Jackie about waiting for my turn in her kennel (see Ken’s Birthday Gift), she finally placed me in one! Gromet Part One Fortunately the mysterious disease only seemed to effect the larger breeds, and not fatally either. Their skin would stink though, and they would scratch themselves raw trying to satisfy itches that wouldn’t go away. It was highly contagious, so much so that humans had unwittingly passed it from one dog to another with visits to the veterinarian in search of a cure. These were well loved dogs, and their owners would do almost anything to stop their suffering, and the Center for Disease Control set up an automated facility to care for these dogs using the only method that looked successful. ...

(story continues from G Man At The Kennel) Part Two It had been weeks since G man returned home, and his owner developed a routine for his care that included time in the yard along with daily baths to keep him smelling good. He hadn’t spoken a word, or acted like anything but the hairless dog he now appeared to be. He wore his collar constantly and ate his meals out of his bowls on the floor in the kitchen, and obviously didn’t go to work. That left his owner, Mrs. G man, to care for the household expenses as G man had the run of the house all day long. He slept on her bed, ate his food, and as far as she knew generally waited silently for her to return home from her hard day at work. If she had friends over, or workmen to repair the things around the house that the human G man used to, she locked him into his training crate in the garage and made excuses for his absence. ...

To understand the Gai Shift & to review the characters in this story, check out this useful guide: Gai-Shift Encyclopedia of Knowledge_ Chapter 1: Kiyoko She drifted silently down the polished hall of the Imperial Palace, white and pure and silent. Her compact body was carefully swathed like a silk-wrapped vase within her snow-white kimono. In contrast was her jet black hair, parted across her forehead like raven wings, sweeping back neatly into a rounded pin-held bun, the black a contrast to the white. ...

(story continues from Gai Shift - Orchid 1: Kiyoko)_ To understand the Gai Shift & to review the characters in this story, check out this useful guide: Gai-Shift Encyclopedia of Knowledge Continued from Part One Chapter 2: The Black Orchids Kiyoto dashed down the Imperial Palace steps, Tokyo’s lights sparkling to every quarter against the warm evening. She’d allowed the English ambassador, a captive toy to the amorous Empress Nabuki, to be spirited away by two rival black orchids. Another black orchid, the one she’d bound, tormented and left to the servants, had tearfully told her that the raiders were fleeing the city to the east. That mean she still might be able to overtake them. Her honor demanded nothing less. ...