(story continues from Meddling With Mandy) Meddling With Mandy 2 by Anne Gray Chapter 2 – Mad About Mandy (Originally posted as a sequel to Meddling with Mandy) I had taken Mandy on Friday night and kept her in very severe bondage that included introducing her to the computer breath control program on Sunday. Now it was Monday morning and, acting on a hunch, I had left her helplessly strapped to my “worktable” and driven to a pay phone. ...

Part 1: Punishment for a Sinful Wench I’ve written before about some of the events that we organised in our small private bondage club. When I wrote about our Low Cost Bondage Night I mentioned that earlier we’d had a Medieval Bondage Night. Well Don has convinced me that I should tell you all something about what went on during that memorable evening. I really think that he’s biased, as he and the rest of the menfolk are very proud of the medieval bondage devices they had built for the occasion and think they deserve a mention on the World Wide Web. But the main reason I’m writing this is because it may give some of you out there a few ideas for scenes you can play out. I apologise for concentrating on what happened to me on that night but I promise to write more about a few of the other goings on sometime soon. ...

(story continues from Medieval Dungeon Party Part 1: Punishment for a Sinful Wench)_ Part 2: The Nun’s Fate When I told you about what happened to me at our Medieval Bondage Party I promised to tell you about some of the things that happened to other people on that memorable night. Here is what happened to Rachel who arrived at the party dressed as a nun. Rachel was the life and soul of any party. She always said that fat people were happy people – and she was a fat person! Rising no more than 5ft 4 above the floorboards she tipped the scales at about 170lb. She claimed that with her figure she would never need a car fitted with air bags! On the night of the party she breezed in dressed as a nun complete with the full headdress (including a wimple), the crucifix and the rosary beads. Questioned on her choice of dress she said that a nun’s habit was the only dress that did justice to her figure other than a bell tent. When she saw the rack at the end of the room her eyes lit up, “That’s just what I need. If you could make me about a foot taller I would not have to diet!” So it was she became the next victim to be stretched out on our latest acquisition – a very medieval looking rack. ...

(story continues from Medieval Dungeon Party Part 2: The Nun’s Fate)_ Part 3: His Highly-Strung Lordship Jason was a leading light in the University Medieval Society. He was one of those who just loved clanking about in armour and taking part in tournaments, jousts and re-enactments of ancient battles. But for the Medieval Dungeon Party we had outlawed suits of armour, swords, spears and other bits of ironware. So Jason came along splendidly bedecked in a fine doublet and hose plus a velvet cap with a long feather in it. He looked every bit one of the gentry of those ancient times. Other members from the Uni conned him into volunteering to sample a bit of what it must have been like in a medieval dungeon. After the experience, perhaps he thought that he should not have been so rash – but I bet he’ll never forget that night! ...

Looking back, I remember that I was dreading this moment. Meeting the parents is an ordeal for any guy. They size you up, handicapping your odds of giving their daughter the life they believe she deserves. Mom eyes you slyly, wondering if this is a serious relationship or you’re just out for some cheap thrills. Dad is more blunt. He tries to keep a lid on it, but everytime he looks at you, you know he’s thinking ’this is the s.o.b. who’s putting it to my ’little girl'. ...

story Meeting Jenny by Toran Part One – The Trip Over I was wired. The plane was cruising along, the subtle weave and bob of flight having almost a calming effect. I was everything but calm. The stewardess breezed past me and I distractedly wondered what her tight little ass would look like with angry red welts criss-crossing it. I shook my head and went back to gazing out the window at the roof of clouds. ...

(story continues from Meeting Jenny) story Meeting Jenny by Toran Part Four – Pleasure Before Business Gentle nudging, followed by soft moaning in my ear was how I woke to my last day in Merry London town. The dream I’d just left had my black haired and bit-gagged Jenny chained to a stone pillar in the middle of a pyramid’s tomb, naked except for the jeweled nipple clamps swinging from each breast and the thin spiked collar around her neck. Black asps were everywhere and she frantically tried to kick them away from her toes and feet but the chains on her ankles were too short. I sat a distance back, wondering just how long I could hold out with her helpless the way she was before I would have to get to it and fuck her brains out. ...

Mei Ling And Me! by Anne Gray It was not planned so I suppose you could call it accidental. In any event it was one of the best things that ever happened to me. I had just seated myself at one of the conference dinner tables. As usual at these events there were ten chairs squashed around the table and only the chair next to mine was still vacant. After the usual introductions the nine of us settled back down and I glanced around to notice her standing at the entrance to the meeting room looking lost. One of the hotel banquet Captains approached her, turned, studied the room and immediately gestured for her to follow him. He had spotted the empty chair at my table. ...

Melissa: The Peasant Maiden by Ardvark Melissa: The Peasant Maiden by Ardvark My name is Melissa. I’m a young peasant girl living in a small Hamlet near London, England. My father is just a poor peasant farmer who must produce a certain amount of food for the manor house where the landowner lives. It is the custom in this county for families that are unable to fill the quota levied upon them to satisfy the debt in other ways. If there is anything of value in the house when the tax collectors arrive, they will confiscate it. If they can find nothing of monetary value, but the family has a young son or daughter like me, they are usually arrested. They are then taken to the manor house to satisfy this tax lean against the family by performing slave labor. Boys are usually pressed into service in the stables. Girls are sometimes made to work in the kitchen. (I’m told only the ugly ones wind up in the kitchen). More often girls that have been taken will be sent to the Duke for sexual use. In one case, last year our neighbor’s young wife was arrested and taken to the manor house. I remember her being taken away on the back of her husband’s only horse. She was bound and naked when they took her. ...

The sky is just starting to turn blue to the east. I am walking in the warm night with my back pack. The streets are all deserted while people are still sleeping. In two minutes I will reach my goal. The air is warm in this early June morning. I feel a little bit cold in my leggings and light tank top. I walked by the building which house a daycare center, dry cleaner and a convenient store. I look at my watch and it is 04:11 I turn left and walk the path going around. My goal is there, a big blue metal box shinning in the single light at the top of the building. ...

8 8 Melting Point by Yoni Steele Melting Point © Yoni Steele, 2002 [email protected] Mistress Shannon is obviously upset with me. And I suppose that she has good reason to be. She had a collection of candles that she used for her sessions with submissive clients. Many of them like having hot wax dripped on their bodies and on their sex organs in particular. And even if they don’t, they will almost certainly get to sample the hot sensation anyway. A couple of hours ago while cleaning the dungeon I broke a shelf that held many bottled candles, and that shelf went crashing down into another shelf of candles, and that in turn exploded into a third and then a fourth. I suppose that I broke about a hundred bottles of candles. ...

Authors note; This has a fantastical few things in it I made up myself, including the ability to transform, to wish and get what you wished for, to die and have your body regenerate, and the power to teleport, to name a few. Enjoy. #1 I was walking in the hallways on that fateful Monday, when she caught my eye. She was striking, wearing such outlandish clothing as she always did, showing way too much of her body off to be dress-code compliant. The teachers, tired of calling her out every day as they were, ignored her as usual. I don’t know what attracted my attention, I saw her in the hallways and cafeteria at school every day and never gave her a second glance, but it was like a switch had been flipped, and I was starstruck. I couldn’t get enough of seeing her, staring at her in some classes we shared, even neglecting to talk to my friends or focus on my assignments to get a longer view of her. I was ecstatic by the time I left school for home. Everyone knew she was an easy person, and had had many boyfriends, all of which became homeschooled for some reason and weren’t seen again at school, about one per month or so, but I couldn’t help myself. Each day that week, I stared at her, and on the last day of school that week, I noticed that she had noticed. She started glancing back, sometimes even giving me generous smiles (which I returned), when I saw her, to my ecstasy. That weekend was torture. I couldn’t concentrate on the late homework that began to pile up, I could only think of her. My family was avoided, I stayed laying on my bed in my room, thinking of her. I only left to eat meals and use the restroom. When I fell asleep, her image haunted my dreams. I lept up in joy on Monday morning when I realized that I’d be able to see her again. I mean, who cares about grades when you get to see the most beautiful girl in the world? ...

Sci-Fi / Fantasy / Machine / Lesbian / Female Masturbation / Spanking / Flogging AI Metal changes a woman’s body and life - a Kafkaesque story. Franz Kafka had a great influence on writing and literature in the 20th century. Even today, strange and/or creepy stories are called Kafkaesque. In his novella “Die Verwandlung” (usually translated into English as “Metamorphosis”) a man slowly turns into a cockroach. In my version of Metamorphosis, I go one up on Kafka. Not only does a woman totally change, her entire world changes around her. More than that, she becomes something much, much more interesting than a cockroach. ...

(story continues from Michelle’s First Time) Michelle’s First Time by John Roper Part Two Michelle woke from a short nap and immediately felt horny again. I was on the phone with Kat. “Will do,” was all our slightly disoriented damsel consciously gleaned from our conversation after the sound of the phone being hung up popped her eyes open. She was on her side, on the bed, her left cheek buried in a pillow. Another, one-size-smaller ball gag hung from her neck. She was still bound as before, with nipple tether and crotch rope still in place. ...

Michelle’s First Time by John Roper Part One Michelle had been trying for years to tie herself up, for she so wanted to experience the intoxicating trauma of being a true damsel in bondage distress. But being the over-the-top, highly susceptible sensual creature she was, Michelle always found it impossible to think straight, if at all, when confronted by the choice of either paying closer attention to the dynamics of an inescapable bind or surrendering her discipline to a self stimulating, ‘premature’ climax. ...

It was chilly outside, the wind had picked up a bit and the rain was falling. The dry desert ground soaked it up greedily. My computer is more than just an expensive toy, it is my friend, my ever-changing entertainer. It had been some time since I hit the chat rooms so I decided to see what the mentality was tonight. I headed for the member rooms, looking for an interesting topic. Scrolling down something caught my eye, ‘submissivewomen.’ I had entered rooms similar and had a fair amount of fun but I wouldn’t say it was an enlightening experience. I entered, said “hi” to the room. I got a good response, nice. I sipped my Jack and Diet Pepsi, it warmed my tummy, my mind. The IM’s started after I made my intentions known. I do enjoy a little ‘foreplay’ with the general public before I settle down to find an interesting playmate. ...

I have been in the Air Force for 18 months and I work on a cargo plane. I enjoy all the travelling around and seeing the world. Before I enlisted I wanted to try bondage but I never had the chance or the money. All I was really able to do was buy some magazines and get pictures from the internet. When I started travelling I got to see first hand some really good bondage toys. After my first nine months we, the aircrew, started to go some repeat places. At one point we had a three-day layover so I decided to go and do some serous shopping for bondage toys. ...

Mummification and Encasement Club The Missed Meeting I have been into mummification and bondage for quite a few years. My perspective and the pleasure that I derive from it has always been from the wrapper’s viewpoint. I have experienced and enjoyed being the wrappee on a few occasions. This story is dedicated to that experience. Becky will be sorry she missed the July meeting of the Mummification and Encasement Club. Bob and Becky were supposed to meet at the Jones’s house. They were traveling to the meeting separately, due to work commitments. After the initial drinks and socializing, as soon as the roll call was taken at the beginning of the meeting, Bob knew he was in trouble. There he was sitting all by his lonesome, with Becky, nowhere to be found. ...

Chapter 1 - Introducing Bob Kowalski Determined that this would be his finest-ever bondage toy and the stage on which he would act out the best of his incredibly erotic bondage scenes, Bob built his pillory with all the tender loving care usually lavished by a craftsman on fine furniture. This project had occupied three months of weekends and evenings: dream­ing and planning, sketching, layout, selecting wood and hardware, cutting, finishing, and finally assembly. ...

(story continues from Mistress Ellen’s Academy) Chapter 2 – Betsy Chalmers Makes a New Friend I twisted over in bed and slapped the alarm clock into stunned silence. After about thirty seconds’ worth of drowsy hesitation, I tossed back the quilt from my naked body, tumbled that body out into the cool morning air, and padded across the floor into the the bathroom and the shower. While the burbles and smells of Mister Coffee wafted in from the kitchen. I started the water and adjusted the temperature. Some Nordic polar-bear fools may enjoy ice water- not me! I hung a fresh, fluffy towel by the door and stepped into the warm spray, still not at ‘Jeopardy!’-level alertness. I woke up slowly and took my time showering, as usual I enjoy a leisurely shower while I take the opportunity to caress my feminine curves and make very sure that every part of me is clean. I make no bones about it - I enjoy caressing myself! ...