(story continues from Three J’s and an S Go Skiing Day 5) Day Six: Part 1 Ron and Judy, Kevin and Julie, Joan and Sara were sitting in the kitchen eating breakfast when Ron’s cellphone rang - his regular cellphone, not the snow rescue satellite phone. He stepped away from the table to answer it and came back several minutes later looking upset. “Well,” he said, “do you want the good news first or the bad news.” ...
Part One Adam’s Range Rover crunched around in a wide arc on the gravel driveway and came to a halt with its passenger door facing the wide gatehouse of a large brick building. The gatehouse itself had a wide arch in the centre which led into the courtyard of what was clearly a large stable-block, though one which might seem, on closer inspection, to be rather excessively clean, free from hay, and conspicuously short on horses. ...
Part One Adam’s Range Rover crunched around in a wide arc on the gravel driveway and came to a halt with its passenger door facing the wide gatehouse of a large brick building. The gatehouse itself had a wide arch in the centre which led into the courtyard of what was clearly a large stable-block, though one which might seem, on closer inspection, to be rather excessively clean, free from hay, and conspicuously short on horses. ...
(story continues from Three Steps)_ Part Two “Right, shall we begin the training?” he said. Adam stepped into her line of sight. Keeping his eyes on her, he reached up to where her reigns were loosely knotted around the tether and undid them. “Don’t move.” he said as he stepped around behind her, passing the reigns over her head so that they once more hung against her buttocks, their pendulum tapping a constant reminder of her captivity. Jennifer heard a quiet clicking noise as Adam unlocked the chain from between her legs, removing the padlocks from the rings on the back of her high heels, but leaving the boots themselves secured. ...
(story continues from Three Steps)_ Part Two “Right, shall we begin the training?” he said. Adam stepped into her line of sight. Keeping his eyes on her, he reached up to where her reigns were loosely knotted around the tether and undid them. “Don’t move.” he said as he stepped around behind her, passing the reigns over her head so that they once more hung against her buttocks, their pendulum tapping a constant reminder of her captivity. Jennifer heard a quiet clicking noise as Adam unlocked the chain from between her legs, removing the padlocks from the rings on the back of her high heels, but leaving the boots themselves secured. ...
(story continues from Three Steps Part 2) Part Three “Walk on, Jen” said Adam again. It wasn’t that easy, however. With her arms strapped behind her back, Jennifer was already slightly off-balance. The heels didn’t help in the slightest, and the cart tethered to her waist made setting off a much more complicated affair than simply putting one foot in front of the other. She lifted her right foot a little, but her own weight didn’t carry her forward as it would normally, the cart sat motionless behind her, and by virtue of the clips fastening it to her waist, Jennifer remained stationary also. She felt the cart move a little as Adam shifted his weight on the seat. ...
*Winner of the 2001 Grand Story Writing Contest THUMP! By Stig THUMP! THUMP-THUMP! I was in my apartment trying to watch TV, but that damned noise from upstairs was getting on my nerves. I had never met the woman who lived in the apartment above mine, but if she kept that up much longer, It was going to happen soon, and it wouldn’t be pleasant! For now, I just decided to try the old “bang on the ceiling trick.” I stood on my chair and gave the ceiling a couple of whacks with a book ...
Today I can’t believe what happened. Our son was going to spend the night at his grandparent’s house. On the way out of the door my wife said she would call when she left her parent’s house so I could be ready when she got home. To her ready means tied up and ready to be tickled, I love it when she tickles me! She also allows me make it better because I can where some nylons and 4 black pumps. ...
I opened the door to let her in. “You silly old poohead,” she giggled, “wasting all your time fixing up this old house. Don’t you think you could put your time to better use ?” “Oh I don’t know,” I answered, “I suppose I could think of a few things to while away the time if I didn’t have to do this,” and smiled sidelong at her. Laughing, Gemma punched me in the arm playfully and bounced into the front room, throwing herself into an armchair. I reached for a can of Coke and then sat down in another chair beside hers. ...
8 8 Tied at work by Jan Wright I have a very important job at a very large firm, I am 28 year old my figure is 38-24-36. I had been friendly with a man called Dave at work and he had talked to me about bondage. It had just crept into the conversation one day and I found my self-fascinated by it. He had explained all the ideas he had on bondage and I must say the ideas turned me on. We work at a large site in its own ground set in beautiful country. It was a summer’s day and very hot when he suggested lunch to which I agreed. We decided to go for a walk in the woods, as it was such a nice day, he said he new a secret spot near the lake. ...
* * She’d tied him like this and left him for a while. It was probably only 5 or 10 minutes, but he couldn’t tell for sure, since he was blindfolded. He couldn’t complain about it much, as there was a scarf with a knot in it in his mouth, tied around his head. He had let her tie him like this. He didn’t realize she would gag him, blindfold him and leave. Nothing to do but wait. His arms were a little sore, and there was a dull ache in his nipples, but otherwise he didn’t hurt anywhere. ...
Corey shivered as she watched the clock edge its way slowly to 8:00. The second hand seemed to move slower as if gravity was dragging it back. “Finally,” she said to herself as it clicked over the minute hand that was already covering the 12. She stood up and stepped out of the cold bath, her body covered in goose pimples. Quickly towelling herself off, she walked quickly to the kitchen, removed a large plastic bag from the freezer and took it into her bedroom. Arriving there, she flipped the button on her video camera and made sure the red light was on. She wanted to make sure she caught this evening on film. ...
Normally, I like to set up my stories with some background which paints a picture for the exciting scene to follow. This time, I will flat out tell you that I got wrapped up in Glad Wrap! And it was so exciting, I will go into great detail. I had been wrapped up before, and I had even mentioned that I had been done up by a client at Heather’s Dungeon in Colorado. I enjoyed it, but it was relatively short a session compared to what Joyce did to me. ...
Entry from the S(A)X Leather Bondage Story competition 2005 I love reading stories on the internet, imagining about being in those situations but knowing that I was too timid to actually be in those situations. I was not unattractive and have had several partners but everything I’ve done thus far had somewhat bored me. I was twenty three years old with shoulder length light red hair, an athletic figure with not large breasts, but just the right size. I began to enjoy perusing the sex toy shops on the internet, looking at the items and imagining what they would be like to play with. At that moment, an idea struck me. I would buy a few of these things for real. A wave of adrenaline flew over me as I began my search. I saw many items that were very exciting, but some were too intimidating. People on the internet are far more hardcore than I had ever imagined. I came after several sites to a place called Sax Leather ...
(story continues from Tightly Bound Bride) Chapter Three The new bride slept like a baby until she was jostled by the jet’s wheels touching the pavement of the runway. She remained still while the plane taxied, then turned her blind eyes expectantly in the direction of the footsteps that she heard approaching. She felt the cord attaching her feet to the end of the couch being loosened, then one wrist was uncuffed, and quickly her hands were drawn behind her back, and re-cuffed. Her ankles were pulled toward her wrists, and tied to the chain linking her cuffed wrists in a moderately tight hog-tie. Any struggle or movement of her feet caused the steel cuffs to dig into the tender flesh of her wrists. “No future in that,” she decided, and lay passively while others on the plane prepared to disembark. Mary felt two sets of hands lift her off the couch. Her limp body came to rest in a hard, rather formfitting cylinder of hard plastic or lightweight metal. She wiggled to find a more comfortable spot for her hipbone, and then heard and felt the cylinder close around her, and lock shut. What Mary could not know was that she was not confined in a specialized bondage transport apparatus, but rather the protective plastic travel shell that golfers use to transport their golf bags during air travel. Since the ego of the average golfer is large, and his golf bag is even larger, these plastic cases are rather roomy, lock securely, and even have built in wheels to allow a heavy bag of clubs, or a moderate sized woman, to be transported easily from the plane to the car. Since this was a private jet, Mary didn’t have to suffer the indignity of being routed through baggage claim! Once stowed in the trunk along with the other baggage, Mary endured a hot, dark ride of almost an hour before the car stopped, the trunk opened, and her personal travel container was hauled by someone she could not see, into a place she did not know, to a fate she could hardly imagine! ...
(story continues from Tightly Bound Bride) Chapter Five An hour later, Mary knelt on the cold floor of a dark room. She knew the room was large, not because she could see into the gloomy recesses, but because she could hear the echo of the links between her handcuffed wrists. Her ankles were also cuffed, and a heavy chain ran from the locked leather collar to a stout ring bolt in the floor. She wouldn’t be going anywhere. Mary had been fed a meager breakfast of bland porridge, but she was happy to have something in her stomach. That was more than she could say for her bowel, because Felice had expertly fixed her in an “ass up, body down” position, and administered two doses of a strong colonic. After the first dose Mary’s rectum was sealed with a Bardex for twenty minutes while the strong solution bubbled and churned painfully in her gut. After she was allowed relief, a second, milder dose completed the cleaning process. The enema was astringent, so her tender opening tingled coolly, while her insides ached emptily. Mary sighed as she waited, even for a moment wondering if this marriage had been the right thing to do. ...
(story continues from Tightly Bound Bride) Chapter Seven Mary awakened before her Mistress. She felt rested, but her body was stiff and sore, her jaw ached, and her wrists and elbow were still red and tender from the long hours of tight ligature. Not wanting to wake Erika, Mary resisted the impulse to stretch. Instead, she lay still, until finally Erika stirred. “Good Morning, slave.” “Good Morning Mistress.” Mary answered submissively. The girls kissed, and another day had begun. Mary wondered where James was. She still had not seen her new husband since her arrival! ...
Chapter One Mary Edmonds was the perfect image of femininity as she stood in the dappled sunlight. The sun’s rays were tinted a montage of gold, green, blue and red as they streamed through the stained glass windows, and the pearls, beads and sequins on Mary’s dress glistened and sparkled like so many prisms and diamonds. Today was her wedding day, and her splendid gown accentuated the lush curves of her body. Full breasts, tapering to a tiny waist, then flaring hips which gave shape to the long skirt encircling her legs. ...
(story continues from Tightly Bound Bride) Chapter Twelve The dungeon was windowless, so Mary had no idea if it was day or night when the door opened, and the lights were turned on. She was blinded by the sudden brightness, and closed her eyes. Squinting, and blinking against the glare, she slowly opened her eyes, hoping against hope that this was all either a bad dream, or extremely bad joke. The immense gag in her mouth kept her head rigid, and she could not turn in the direction of the footsteps. Her heart sank when the person who entered her field of vision was not James. It was Erika. ...
(story continues from Tightly Bound Bride) Chapter Eight Mary waited for hours. She waited quietly, of course, but she didn’t wait patiently! She dreamt of nothing, and thought of nothing other than having James’s manhood replace any and all of the three phalluses wedged in her three pink openings. Mary wished that he had three penises, so that she could take all three at once! Finally Mary felt the faint vibrations of a key in one of the locks on her cabinet. With the sound to her earphones turned off, and the box itself on a hard floor, she could neither hear nor feel anyone approach, so the sound of the key startled her into alertness. One by one the locks were unfastened, and the clasps opened. Fresh air! For the first time in a week Mary felt cool air on her body. “God,” she thought, “how precious are the simple pleasures of life!” The top of the box was carefully opened, and Mary could feel hands disconnecting the external leads for the earphones, and the breathing and feeding tubes from her nostrils and the huge gag. After breathing air which had passed through rubber tubing for so long, the clean, cool smell of fresh air was better than the best perfume. She breathed greedily, half afraid that the lid would again slam shut, and she would again find herself occluded behind damp, confining rubber. The hands were, however, surprisingly gentle, and they had no intention of returning her to stringent confinement. Mary felt the straps holding her body immobile in the custom sculpted cavity inside the box fall away one by one. ...