(story continues from Tightly Bound Bride) Chapter Fifteen It was early evening when the intercom from the main gate buzzed urgently. The downstairs maid answered. “Yes?” “Mary Edwards, please.” inquired the voice at the other end. “This is Ms. Erika’s Shultz’s residence.” the maid responded. “Mrs. Edwards died in a plane crash with her husband some months ago.” The voice answered with a tight laugh. “OK,” it answered. “I’ll play this game for a while. May I then speak to Ms. Shultz, then?” The maid hesitated, frowning. “I don’t know if Ms. Shultz is available, Madam.” she answered. “Well,” came the voice. “Tell Ms. Shultz that she either speaks with me, or the police…..its up to her. I’ll wait five minutes.” The maid answered “Yes, Madam.” and rushed to convey the message. In several minutes the electronic gate opened, and Cissi Miller drove up the long driveway, parked, and knocked on the door. Erika answered. “Yes? she inquired politely. “My name is Cissi Miller.” said the dark haired young woman at the door. “I am a good friend of Mary Edwards..formerly Edmonds. I was her Maid of Honor when she married James, and was her bondage Mistress before you were.” Erika’s eyes opened wide in surprise for a moment, but she kept calm. “What might I do for you, Miss Miller?” she asked. “I know for a fact that Mary didn’t die in that crash, and that you have kept her as a slave and defrauded James’ insurance company and his estate out of this house.” “Oh?” laughed Erika nervously. “What a silly story. However did you get that idea?” Cissi turned, and motioned to the car. Erika recoiled when she saw Maria, the little housemaid, get out and walk toward them. “Maria came to me with the whole story, which is taped and will be forwarded to the police just in case you were thinking of any rough stuff.” Cissi looked at Erika like she was smelling a dead animal in the road. “Now, may I come in?” she asked. “Uh….ye…..yes. Of course.” Erika stood back, and allowed Cissi and Maria to enter. ...

(story continues from Tightly Bound Bride) Chapter Two It’s funny how life turns out. Cissi and Mary had been roommates after high school, neither interested in college, both taking boring, dead end jobs, evenings spent in bars, or dating a stream of losers. Both girls were bored stiff. Was this all there was to life for two beautiful, intelligent women? Seeking an outlet for her intellect, curiosity and energy, Cissi, to her surprise, became something of a feminist. She attended meetings, and voraciously read all of the trendy, feminist authors, until one day she discovered a trashy, but fascinating book by a very popular feminist, a lesbian. who was also a sadist! Cissi was transfixed! She lost herself in the seething emotions created by stories of sexual dominance and submission. Bondage and Discipline became her passion. She read and re-read her book until it was dog-eared, acquired others, devoured them, then finally mustered the courage to enter that male inner-sanctum, the adult bookstore. ...

(story continues from Tightly Bound Bride) Chapter Six Mary was a young, strong, flexible girl, and she considered herself to be well trained, but she had never, ever contemplated enduring bondage such as this. Hanging motionless, and in pain, she took inventory of the parts and pieces of her body which were held hostage by ropes and leather and steel. Her immediate concerns were those parts of her anatomy most impacted by the harsh back bowed position. That was her back, and her neck, both of which felt like they were going to break, and neither of which would, she knew, tend to feel any better as the hours passed! Her gag was a hateful presence between her lips. She know from long experience that the gag pressing on the back of her throat would generate copious saliva which she would struggle to swallow to avoid choking, while her lips, stretched tightly around the circumference of the huge ball gag, would become parched and dry. Surprisingly, her jaw hurt less now than it had right after the gag was wedged between her teeth, but Mary knew that soon a dull, endless ache would set in, and there was nothing to do to relieve it. The strain on her shoulders from the strict position of her tightly bound arms also caused pain, and she know that her fingers would soon hang numb and lifeless. She sighed….. ...

(story continues from Tightly Bound Bride) Chapter Ten Several hours passed, and Mary lay quietly. The cuffs were digging into her wrists, and especially her ankles, and the washcloth stuffed in her mouth was a soggy, stifling, mess. Once her drool had saturated the washcloth, it had started to seep out around the ballgag, and now the front of the pillowcase covering Mary’s head was wet from her nose down to her chin, and around to each ear. Mary heard the door open, and twisted to turn her blind eyes in that direction. “Could that be James?” she wondered. ...

(story continues from Tightly Bound Bride) Chapter Fourteen Maria, like a good servant, was very, very diligent in following her orders. There was not a single nook or cranny anywhere in Mary’s body that was not thoroughly inspected and cleansed. Mary gasped as special attention was paid to the pink opening winking from the crack between her ass cheeks, and her denuded pussy. Maria scrubbed these two openings over and over again. One cannot be too sure! ...

(story continues from Tightly Bound Bride) Chapter Three “I now pronounce you man and wife.” These words intruded on Cissi’s thoughts, and she realized sheepishly that she had daydreamed through the entire wedding ceremony. She smiled wistfully, happy for Mary, but regretting finally giving up the beautiful woman who had been her friend and personal slavegirl over these many months. “You may kiss the bride.” intoned the minister, and Mary happily let James take her in his strong arms. She opened her soft lips, and sighed happily as Jame’s lips met hers, and his tongue slithered insistently into the mouth that had so recently been stuffed with a harsh gag. James crushed Mary to his chest, squashing her full breasts against his chest. Mary had almost forgotten the little clips biting into her nipples, but the pressure and friction created by James’s loving embrace caused new pain, and Mary gasped softly, shivering, knees weak, giving herself fully to her man. It had been a year since they had kissed. That was the day that James turned Mary over to Cissi for training. Since then, Mary had experienced no romance, no tender kisses, no loving embraces, and no sex until Cissi had fed so greedily at her most feminine spot just minutes ago. That pleasure rekindled erotic feelings within Mary that had long been suppressed by months of isolation, sensory deprivation and harsh restraint. James broke their embrace, and held his bride at arms length. Their eyes met; his eyes shining with happiness, strength and domination, hers equally happy, but demure, shy, almost hesitant. “I belong to this man,” she thought to herself, trembling, her outward shyness masking the erotic fires burning within her, “What is he going to do to me?” Her mind raced, and her loins quivered, at the possibilities! ...

(story continues from Tightly Bound Bride) Chapter Nine Mary awoke slowly, as if her mind was ready to go, but her body still wanted to rest. Groggily, she took inventory. Her jaw was stiff, but did not hurt too badly. She surmised that she had been gagged so much, that her jaws were beginning to get used to being pried open, and no longer got so sore. Likewise, her body was only a little bit stiff, despite having been restraining into total immobility in the box, and then bound in a muscle straining, bent over position the prior night. ...

(story continues from Tightly Bound Bride) Chapter Thirteen Mary could tell by the position of the sun that is was almost 6:00 in the evening. “Good,” she thought to herself, shrugging the ache from her neck and shoulders. Today had been “silver day”, one of her less favorite chores. The household had hundreds of pounds of sterling silver–tableware, tea services, platters and candlesticks–and once a month it was her task to clean them. She would be dressed in a tight corset and her gray, functional maid’s outfit. An immense harness ballgag would be wedged between her teeth, and her lacy maid’s hat would be placed upon her blond head. She would be collared, and lead down to the pantry, where she would be perched on a hard, uncomfortable stool. Her ankles would be cuffed together, with a short chain threaded through the rungs of the stool. So as not to scratch the silver, her wrists could not be cuffed. Instead a leather belt was locked around her corseted waist. There were rings on either side of the belt. Leather cuffs were locked around each upper arm just above the elbows, and these cuffs were locked to the ring on the belt, keeping her elbows tightly against her sides. There was enough room to reach the silver piled in front of her on the table, but not enough to reach the lock on her gag, or ankles. Mary sighed when she saw the huge pile of silver that she was expected to polish to a brilliant shine before the end of the day. Next to the silver was a giant economy sizes bottle of silver polish, and a pile of clean, soft rags. Reaching for the first piece, she began her task at a brisk pace. She was allowed a short break mid-morning and afternoon, and was un-gagged for ten minutes to drink a bowl of thin, tasteless soup for lunch. With the constriction of the corset, she couldn’t eat much anyway! ...

(story continues from Tightly Bound Bride) Chapter Eleven Mary lay naked in a chaise lounge by the pool in all of her full breasted, golden tanned glory. There was no reason not to sunbathe in the nude, because the estate was large, and the pool was secluded, and sheltered by hedges. James was out of town on business, and this was Mary’s “day off” so she was free to do as she wished. Erika wanted to go shopping, but Mary had preferred to relax, and stayed behind. The day was beautiful, and the servants were instantly available to bring her a cold drink, or anything else she wished. ...

(story continues from Tina) While our bondage and whipping sessions were intense, there was no way we could be successful in school, nor have social lives if I was tied all the time, or if Natasha’s ass was constantly blistered. Hence, we sort of settled on fortnight to bi-weekly sessions. There was no tit for tat either: I might paddle Natasha a couple times in a row and then be tied two or even three times before I did her again. I’m not counting me just sitting around in handcuffs and leg irons, or me giving Natasha “six of the best” on her bare cheeks. ...

* When I was growing up, I had three very close friends. My name is Tina. My friends’ names were (and still are) Alice, Gigi and Natasha. We were very close, did everything together and went everywhere together. Besides these three female friends, there were also two boys, George and Biff, who were in our group. As kids, we played together. In our early grammar school years, we played tag, hide ‘n seek, and other similar games. Later, as we grew older, we played all sorts of sports: baseball, football and volleyball. We girls also talked about boys a lot and the boys used to talk to us about girls. ...

I love your site. I’d like to share something with you I first sent to Warhammer. Hope you enjoy it as well. My name is Tina, and I am into self-bondage and erotic torment. I love wearing restrictive clothing; my co-workers might never believe what I usually wear under my business clothing. After reading some articles on the net, I decided to put a plan into action I have been considering for some time. I wanted to be hopelessly bound and relentlessly tormented. The preparations were fairly extensive ...

Part 2 As I walked to the bedroom to take a shower my nipples still hurt, a lot, and although they were still very sensitive I had never had them hurt so much after so much time had passed. According to Nick I was only “hanging” for about 30 minutes before I passed out and it was now almost 4:30 PM. I had slept for nearly two hours and they still hurt. ...

I awoke to my cell phone ring loudly on my bedside table. Groggily I answered the phone. “Hello” I said yawning, but was quickly awakened by the sound of the voice on the other end. “Draen I bet you don’t remember me.” The woman’s voice said with a bit of an attitude. How could I not remember that voice it was the voice of the woman I loved it was Sam. A little over two years ago we had meet on the net and started dating. After a few months into the relationship I found out she lied to me about her age and at her parent’s threat I had not talked to her since. ...

Entry from the S(A)X Leather Bondage Story competition 2005 It had all started innocently enough about 8 weeks ago, but things were different now. much different. Chris was 28 years old, 6 feet tall with a muscular build, short messy dark brown hair and bright blue eyes that girls almost always commented on. He was quite handsome, but very down to earth, he took pride in his apperance and did his best to exercise and run. This gave him great endurance, which would serve him better than he could have ever known. ...

This story is not a work of fiction, it is a real experience. It was early evening, about 8:40pm - my wife was very tired, and said she was going to bed early. We live in a four bed suburban house - quite nice, good solid internal doors, so sound doesn’t travel much. My wife knows about my bondage desires, but doesn’t really know how much I’ve played with self bondage, but she makes the perfect safety, because she wouldn’t get too upset if she found me. ...

8 8 Too Tight & Caught by Ellie I shouldn’t have skipped those extra links in the chain. The pull on my balls was just too much! Had to get free and release the load they held. Maybe I should explain why I did this to myself. The biggest employer in my home town had been bought out by a big conglomerate and they had pretty well shut things down while they figured out what to do with it. That put me and a lot of other guys out of work. I was lucky to get a job in a large city about 400 miles from home. Unfortunately, selling the house back there was impossible. There were 100’s of homes on the market, and no one was buying. That meant the family stayed there and I looked for a cheap place to live here. At least I could get home every couple of weeks. The new job meant a lot of travel so I was either on the road or home for the weekend. ...

Both Kerry and Sara were into bondage in a big way, both were very fond of mummification bondage. The girls had planed to have a bondage session this coming weekend and Kerry was going to organize it. As Kerry was the most experienced in bondage out of the two lovers she usually took the dominate role, she had always said it was in her nature anyway and loved to see what positions she could put Sara into. The girls had been experimenting with extreme encasement and where running out of new things to try, Kerry was forced to search the web to find some new techniques and ideas - this is when she struck on an ingenious plan to beat all previous bondage and mummification sessions she would call it TOTAL ENCLOSURE. ...

I would like to thank Echa724 and Kinkyashley347 for their editing of this story, I’m so happy there are people out there wanting to help. Part 1: Proposal I fell in love with my future wife the moment I first saw her. Lucy walked through my office door to temporarily replace my retired secretary, and at twenty five years old she was eight years my junior, she’s tall-5ft 10in and slim, with dark red hair crowning a beautiful face with green eyes, she has a narrow nose and a mouth that I suspected at one time contained childhood buck teeth that had since been straightened and left a slightly protruding top lip giving her a very sexy pout, she has a body with all the curves in the right places and long shapely legs, she was and still is absolutely perfect to me ...

(story continues from Tough Love Part 1: Proposal) Part 2: Chastity I sat at my bench in my “office” trying to beat the boredom, the phone rang: it was Amy. She told me to report to Lucy’s office. I hurried up the stairs excitedly; looking forward to seeing my wife. I knocked and entered her office with a smile on my face. This soon changed when I saw her stern expression. ...