Chapter 4– Betsy Applies to become Mistress Betsy One warm, lazy afternoon, Bob and I were lying around the house. As usual, I was naked- well, except for my slippers. Bob wore only a ball-stretcher- moderate and mainly symbolic, to remind him of his self-assigned submissive position. I had moved in with him two months after we met and we had a very tight relationship going. Bondage and sex were very important, but even beyond that we were very serious about each other as friends and lovers. ...

To the inexperienced viewer, James wasn’t moving in the slightest. The bondage was that extreme and effective. But I could detect that he was really struggling, more than I had ever seen before. I smiled and continued to watch, while softly rubbing my clit. This S&M business must be contagious, I thought. I realized that I was really enjoying watching my fiance in inescapable bondage, very tightly and effectively gagged, blindfolded, and obviously trying his best to escape. Maybe it was conditioning, since I always masturbated while he was in bondage. Who knows for sure? Maybe I was a closet sadist and all our games were bringing that closer to the surface. ...

Set in the near future: Part 1 Lauren had been getting bored over the summer vacation, she had been off Uni’ for months but hadn’t bothered with getting a job, her father was millionaire and had bought her the penthouse flat she stayed in. She stayed there with two other girls the same age as her, 23, but they had gone home for the summer. She was going out her mind with boredom, she had taken to ordering anything and everything from the home shopping channels, the delivery man was a bit dishy and she had even managed to get him in for a cup of coffee the last time, though that was all. ...

Set in the near future: Part 2: When Katrina returns When Katrina returned to the flat the first thing she noticed was the door looked different, but she thought nothing of it when the her keys worked the same as they had before she had left for the summer. She looked around for signs of Lauren, there were no new newspapers or magazines, the place was stuffy and there was no electricity. Katrina went out the corner shop and bought a power card for the meter, then returned and started to make the flat more inhabitable, open windows, turning on the heating etc. ...

Modelling Assignment by Unknown FF/ff; latex; pvc; sack; cons; XThis story sent to me by Rubbersheep, thank you for sending it in. If you are the author of this story, please let me know Monica Brown sat behind her desk in the offices of the modelling agency she owned. She was in her middle 30’s, tall and raven-haired. She called in Susan, her secretary, when she had been through the post and handed her one of the letters to which was attached a brochure: ...

I put a lot of thought into my thong of choice today, just for him to request it moments after walking into the office. It’s early enough there aren’t many people here, so I know the risk level is low. I remove my thong while sitting at my desk, allowing him to watch from the doorway of my cubicle. The strings catch on my stiletto heels as I hear footsteps getting louder, I might actually get caught taking my panties off with him watching - how would I even attempt to explain what is occurring? ...

(story continues from Monday Morning) Part 2 The power we have with each other seems endless. To feel as though you were meant for another person in a way you never knew existed… that’s what we have. One of my roles is to please him. To ensure every positive emotion he feels is excessive & overwhelming. To push his limits and breach new levels devouring the way of life as we currently know it. His role is as a catalyst. Guiding & spurring me to continue onward, to explore & develop my natural instinct and strengths. We both have an essential need for control & power and thrive on the fear of losing it. ...

I have been enjoying bondage since I was twenty, and have been experimenting with self-bondage off and on for the past eight years. Since first getting on the internet almost four years ago, I have discovered several sources and discussion areas related to bondage and have made several friends, a couple of which will periodically give me some ‘challenges’ to try if I so desire. This story is about an experience I had in late November of 2000 doing one of those challenges. ...

Peter was in the spare bedroom; his wife Janet had tied him in a kneeling position. He was naked, fitted with a metal cock cage that his cock was straining against, his hands were tied palm to palm behind him, with more rope around his arms and chest keeping his arms immobile, his legs were tied at the ankles and knees and tightly clinched, a further rope ran from the ropes around his chest to the ceiling stopping him from lying down. Janet had used a hemp rope, it was harder than the cotton rope and bit into his flesh more, but she was in control now and he felt he had lost the choice. His mouth was open, held there by a ring gag tightly buckled behind his head. ...

“That was fun,” Mistress K said. “Let’s get him down and have another game.” She pointed and One came over to release me. Mistress K handed him the key that was hanging from a chain on her neck and he freed my legs. It felt so good to be able to stand on my feet instead of my toes and to not have my leg muscles strained that I sighed in relief. ...

(story continues from More Fantasies come to Life 2)_ Part 3 “What should we try next? A race and a tug of war are fun but maybe we should try something that involves a little more skill.” I had no idea what Mistress K might mean but I was ready to try anything to get out of the center of attention. “You said your slave was pretty good at sucking cock last week so let’s have a blow job contest!” ...

Part One In 1991, the Soviet Union had collapsed, and soon it was clear that all former Soviet countries were dirt poor, some worse off than others. And soon the all-too-frequent companion of misery materialized: prostitution. Beautiful girls from the former Soviet Union showed up on early European websites of fledgling escort agencies. That suited Hans to a T. He was divorced, well off, and did not fancy himself going to bars to hit on girls. Booking Russian or Ukrainian girls who combined beautiful bodies and educated minds, and had few inhibitions in using either, became a favorite hobby. Soon, one thing led to another, and, because of his frequent bookings, Hans became a favorite customer of an agency in St Petersburg. ...

Entry from the S(A)X Leather Bondage Story competition 2005 The camera pans across the studio audience then swings to the stage and tightens in on a confident woman in casual business attire. She walks to center stage as the audience applauds enthusiastically. “Hello and welcome to Marta Live. I’m Marta Seward and we’ve got a very special show for you today. As you may know, we were recently outed as bondage fans on the Gromet’s Self-Bondage Plaza website.” ...

8 8 Mother-in-laws Revenge by Pete MOTHER-IN-LAWS REVENGE I had dropped my wife off at the airport, with the intention of picking up her mother, Marlene, who had been out at the time share my wife and her friends were now on there way to. However her flight was going to be delayed till the next day. So I set off back the short drive home. On the way home I decided I now had the chance once again to do something I had not been able to do for some time. I had the keys for her mothers house a short distance from our own. I parked outside, unlocked the door and went straight upstairs to Marlene’s bedroom. Once there I knew exactly which drawer to open in her bedside chest. ...

Gromet, As you know self bondage is a game that my wife enjoys. This year after paying bills and a son’s college tuition ( yes, I pay for my youngest son’s college i cash- neither of my children are “Stuck” with a loan to pay off it is my way of giving them more than I had.) This year we both enjoyed a most unique gift I gave her. This is long so I broke it into chapters. ...

Her name was Jenny; she was the mother of my girlfriend (Paula) at the time. Paula had just left on a business trip for the week when I got a phone call, it was Jenny, she wanted to know if I could come over and give her a hand with some jobs around the home, she lived alone, so I agreed. As I was driving up to Jenny’s place I was thinking to myself that she was very hot for someone in her 40’s. She had long blonde hair, blue eyes, breasts to kill for and a body of a model. As I drove into the driveway I clear my mind of these throughts, and tried to get my cock to settle down. I knocked on the door and she answered it, she was wearing a light cotton summer dress. She leaned over and gave me a kiss on the cheek, which returned to her. ...

I am sure when we look back into our past there are little skeleton’s lurking out there that at the time we wish we had not gotten involved in, but as we all know it is part of growing up, the story below is quite true and one of my very earliest sexual experiences, I am sure that others reading Gromet’s magnificent site have similar stories to tell. When I was still at school I had this boyfriend I believe I was his first girl friend, when I visited his house we used to go up to his room to play records, looking back he had very trusting parents indeed. We used to have the usual kiss and cuddle and this in time progressed to a quick feel of my mini boobs and stripping off, I was the sort of girl who thought she was fire proof and knew it all and believed I was in total control at all times as we all do plus being the dominant one. ...

I hope you find this story interesting. I would like to tell you what a great site you provide. Mr. Smith Arrives I knocked on the door and it was promptly answered by a blonde wearing a skin tight leather outfit. “Mr Smith?” she asked and I replied that it was. “We can’t leave you standing on the step why don’t you come in and play?” We passed through the living quarters and up the stairs. When we reached the top of the stairs she took a key from a ledge and unlocked what looked like a cupboard door and entered, beckoning me to follow. ...

My name is Melina Romero and I have been looking forward to today for what seems like forever. Ever since the idea just popped into my head I have had a hard time NOT thinking of doing it. Now that it is my day off from behind the counter of my pharmacy I can actually make my plan a reality. My morning started early like most of my mornings. I just can’t sleep in. I am not wired that way I guess. I stripped my filmy white nightgown off and glanced at my vibrator’s charge stand. The little green light told me it was ready for hours of naughty fun. I pranced into my bathroom and took a very short shower; short for me anyway. I feel positively electric with anticipation. ...

Part 1 – The Lab Julie loved her Uncle. When she’d learnt about his sudden death in a car accident she felt lost like never before in her lifetime. Then, a few days after the accident, a man knocked at her door and gave her a small parcel containing a key and a piece of paper with a message from her Uncle Jack: “If you’re reading this, it means that probably I’m not in this world anymore. Go to the lab, you only can appreciate this. I loved you, Jack.” Yes, the lab. Jack was a Doctor and was studying something about human behaviour. Julie was only eighteen so she didn’t understand anything about medicine or science. Anyway, a few minutes later, she was already driving to her Uncle’s house to find out what there was IN the lab to appreciate. ...