_ *The Horse_ A mechanical engineers experiment with self bondage and automated release By: the techster After my first experiment with the stocks I decided to try something new and more portable. I began with the “bondage horse” concept but did some careful measurements so it would be very secure, not like the “one size fits all” approach of most bondage furniture makers. I experimented with the legs of the horse and discovered that most bondage horses are nothing more than modified saw horses and lack the secure restraint and stability that a pro-domme really wants. ...

The Informer Part 1 It was a cold wet late winter afternoon in a quiet middle class inner city suburb. Molly was walking back to her home in a narrow, almost deserted street. She was a slim narrow waisted young woman in her late twenties with an attractive face and lustrous black shoulder length hair. She was not of European background like most residents of the locality in which she lived. Instead, she one of the indigenous race that had once inhabited the country before present settlement but were now very few in numbers. Like many of her people she was fit, athletic and very dark complexion. As a rule they were not discriminated against, not in the city anyway. ...

AMY They were just sitting there on the coffee table when I came in from work, dumping my coat and bag on the sofa and freezing the moment I spotted them. Just sitting there, as if every home accessorises its coffee table with such things… Glancing around to see my fiancé was home yet, I reached out a quavering hand and picked them up, standing in my work attire to examine them. Cold, shiny, and metal… an authentic looking pair of handcuffs, but, I soon discovered, with a release mechanism instead of a key. Possibly, or possibly not, capable of being opened by the wearer. ...

(story continues from The Initiation 1) ROB Amy kinky! That really shocked me. She had seemed so normal and now her request that I tie, cuff, spank and dominate her in the bedroom had me thinking. I am so bloody relieved that it’s me she wants to do it and she is not wanting someone else to do it is a weight off my mind. But fucking hell! Dominate her! Shit! ...

(story continues from The Initiation 2) ROB Walking round Asda I am kept in constant state of arousal. The thought of my proud and stubborn wife to be waiting for me in handcuffs and leg irons had a certain poignancy that makes me walk funny due to a hard on the size of the Blackpool Tower. She has changed my outlook on her and she has also made me wonder if I know her at all. I have to reassess my life style and how I will have to treat her. Before I used to treat her with kid gloves and after my first divorce had decided to treat her as a lady, and now she wanted to make her my slave. God, it was a total come about. ...

(story continues from The Initiation 3) ROB Amy is sitting opposite me on the bus from the airport, her foot entwined with mine as she looks out of the window. A slight blush runs across her face as she thinks of something. Horny, probably. She has become so sexual since I placed her in irons last week. We have made love so much more since then. Wish I had done it before but as I didn’t know then… bugger! I think. I really thought I did know her and now I don’t even know myself. ...

(story continues from The Initiation 4) AMY The rolling door clatters shut, and I’m left in the twilight of the garage, naked, bound, screaming into my gag as I writhe on the floor into what will probably be the first orgasm of many. We’d spent a couple of nice, normal days, holidaying like any vanilla couple, enjoying each other’s company. Then, at seven this morning, as I slowly woke from a long, refreshing sleep, Rob grabbed my hair, pulled my head back – not painfully, but so that I couldn’t struggle – and plastered a wide strip of duct tape over my mouth. ...

(story continues from The Initiation 5) AMY The last night of our holiday, neither of us could have predicted how things would turn out. Rob stands me in front of him, naked, fresh from my bath, hair done up on top of my head and ready to get dressed for the evening of cocktails and dancing he’s promised me. I turn a questioning glance his way, but he just smiles back at me in that enigmatic way he’s mastered so well. I sense this evening is not going to be as straightforward as I had thought. ...

(story continues from The Initiation 6) AMY ‘Maybe we should go on one of those property shows on TV,’ I groan in frustration, flinging the pile of estate agents’ brochures down on the floor. ‘What, and tell them we’re looking for something with period character and a few sturdy beams to suspend you from?’ answers Rob, all innocence as he scans through another brochure. I feel the familiar twinge deep inside me, discovering a few moments later that I’ve unconsciously crossed my hands in my lap. Heavens, I’m addicted… ...

story The Interview by Studbound ANNOUNCER: Ladies and Gentlemen, it is with pleasure that we here at Station KYNK now bring you the Arthur Prystone Show. As you regular listeners know, every week Arthur goes to the home of some citizen in the area and interviews him or her. Candidates for an interview usually have something interesting, an event, special talent, or discovery that is relevant for our audience. So now we go to Arthur Prystone. ...

story also appears in the Selfbondage stories section Janine smiled as she gazed on the device in front of her. As usual, her slave had done a wonderful job. If, she thought, it actually worked. The device in question seemed simple enough. A padded board rested at a 45 degree angle. Near each corner, a lined leather loop emerged. A fifth loop, about two thirds of the way up, held a penis gag. Further down, three small trap doors were visible. Below the bottom straps, a board extended from the pad. A mirror mounted in the ceiling allowed anyone laying on the pad to see their reflection. ...

There were several work camps out of state for first time young adult offenders, a kind of “tough love” approach between the juvenile justice system and real prison. This was after all the late nineteen thirties, and the science of criminal justice and punishment had come a long way in the cities since the early days, allowing for this and other experimental programs to exist. There were disturbing rumors about these places though, unorthodox practices that none the less produced a near zero rate of recidivism, provided the young offenders were not released back into the same environment that produced them in the first place. Society seemed to benefit as a whole, and the offenders were statistically never heard from again. ...

(story continues from The Investigative Reporter 9: Finding A Winning Mount) Part 10: Training the Imperfect Mount When Beth had finished eating she found herself hitched once again to the cart, but this time by the hand of the well dressed author that she had yet to be introduced to as the editor looked on passively. Her editor had handed the woman the ring of keys that opened all of the barn’s doors as Beth looked on, placing them in her outstretched hand in acquiescence to her silent demand for them. To Beth the action seemed ceremonial, like reluctantly handing a teenager the keys to the family car and telling her to be careful and come right back home after the library. The keys in that case implied trust and freedom, and even a certain form of empowerment, but the exact opposite for Beth. ...

(story continues from The Investigative Reporter 10: Training the Imperfect Mount) Part 11: Contract Negotiations “I think ten will do for now, I hardly think this will be a onetime occurrence” J.M. told Beth. “I am yours to command ma’am.” Beth offered both knowing, and not knowing what was to come. She had to reluctantly admit to herself that it was at least a thrill to be once again under the control of a worthy taskmaster, the editor falling short in several ways, the fool apparently not knowing what potentially lay within his grasp. ...

(story continues from The Investigative Reporter 11: Contract Negotiations) Part 12: Little Fugitive Beth was once again put up in her stall, and the hired help dismissed for the day with pay long before J.M. used the editor’s telephone to call her driver back at her ranch for a pickup. Ordinarily new ponygirls were acquired as walk ins, and the truck and trailer not needed to transport them initially to the ranch. The I.P.R.L. however was rather specific in it’s rules on transportation of racing stock, and this could be a gray area that could run her afoul of the committee if it were questioned. Beth was technically already “in harness”, and to transport her in a passenger car like an ordinary human just wouldn’t do for several reasons, the least of which was that it would set a dangerous precedent and could negate her previous training. There was also the consideration that Beth technically was an escaped convict, and if transported in the back of a livestock trailer there would likely be little scrutiny of the truck’s cargo on it’s return trip. ...

(story continues from The Investigative Reporter) Part Two Beth heard the men climb into the wagon, but she dared not look back. The driver took up the slack in her reins and shook them sharply moments later, it wasn’t a violent motion so much as a precise one, but one he apparently didn’t want her to misunderstand either. An equally sharp “get along” was commanded at the same time, and with the earlier warning of the driver fresh in her mind she pulled forward. ...

(story continues from The Investigative Reporter 2) Part 3: Discoveries The formerly sleepy girl, Tracy, and Beth hung breast to breast as the others ate, but a missed meal was far better than the alternative, thanks entirely to their drivers mercy. They were released from their suspended display and hitched to the plow after the others finished their morning meal, and the team was driven to the far corner of the farm to begin their first true day of work. Tracy had to work barefoot that day, apparently an additional part of her punishment was not being allowed to fetch her boots from their bunk house. It was a lesson she wouldn’t easily forget. ...

(story continues from The Investigative Reporter 3: Discoveries) Part 4: Observations As both Tracy and Beth were still entwined with each other, Tracy became aware of an audience. Several of the girls had risen to see what was still happening on top of their common table with all the noise the girls had generated, and one of the girls rubbed Tracy’s head roughly as she recovered from her exhausting orgasm while still atop Beth. The smiling girl stated the obvious for her watching friends, “Now we apparently have two play toys…” ...

(story continues from The Investigative Reporter 4: Observations) Part 5: Escape Plan If nothing else, Beth thought at least the evil wife was consistent. The team was once again in the fields, but this time pulling the heavy disc through some of the less desirable fields of Grandview’s many holdings. It was hard work, and only reserved for the stronger teams, and by lunch time the girls were feeling the burn in their muscles. ...

(story continues from The Investigative Reporter 5: Escape Plan) Part 6: The Price Of Freedom, part 1 The days after Beth’s liberating run to the train station were possibly her worst at Grandview. A surprise bunkhouse inspection after the girls assembled for the morning led to the discovery of the pencil she had hidden at the train station, still covered in the dirt she had stuck it into, and impossible to be where it allegedly was found without another’s involvement. Potentially the entire bunkhouse was in trouble, but somebody was sending a personal message to her, and she guessed that man was a smoker! ...