(story continues from Tough Love Part 2: Chastity) Part 3: Punished I was forced to bide my time for a few days as Lucy had started to work late quite a lot. Also she was often away at meetings with clients, most times staying overnight or occasionally for the whole weekend, so she would invariably claim to be too tired or stressed to deal with my so called trivial problems. But then one Friday Lucy announced she would be home on time. I was determined to discuss my situation with her that evening. ...

(story continues from Tough Love Part 3: Punished) Part 4: Isolation At eleven o’clock on Monday morning, Lucy was at her desk. She had her computer open to a website of an adult store as she spoke on the phone, “Yes okay, thanks. My assistant will come by within the next couple of hours to collect my order. Thank you and bye,” she closed her phone and slumped back in her chair, gasping, “you are such a bitch Amy. I’m sure you were doing that on purpose just to embarrass me,” she said breathlessly. She stroked the head of the woman kneeling between her thighs. She was enjoying the sensation of Amy’s tongue licking deep in her pussy. Lucy kept telling herself she was not attracted to women, but this was becoming an almost daily occurrence. She pulled Amy’s head against her sopping crotch. She bit down on her knuckle to stop herself making too much noise as she climaxed into Amy’s busy mouth. ...

(story continues from Tough Love Part 4: Isolation) Part 5: Humiliation I awoke before Lucy the next morning. I’d had a bad night and was still very tired. I ached everywhere. Mindful of Lucy’s instructions I stayed quiet. I struggled to a sitting position and waited until she woke thirty minutes later. “Good morning darling,” she said as she climbed from her bed. She helped me to my feet and led me to the bathroom. At last she freed me and still keeping silent I worked life back into my arms. Lucy had slept naked and despite my aches and pains, I couldn’t stop admiring her beautiful body. She pulled me into the shower and instructed me to wash her. I soaped and cleaned her lovingly: licking and kissing every part of her. ...

(story continues from Tough Love Part 5: Humiliation) Part 6: Party Over the following days things subtly changed, roles became defined. It was clear my job now came second to my duties at home. I did all the household chores. Whereas Lynn previously supervised and on the odd occasion helped me, she was now completely in control of me whenever Lucy wasn’t at home. Lucy no longer gave me instructions as to what she wanted doing around the house. All orders were now conveyed through Lynn, and orders they undoubtedly were. I might still have been a joint owner of our house but I had no illusions as to who was in command and what my position now was. ...

(story continues from Tough Love Part 6: Party) Part 7: Beaten I awoke stiff and cold the following morning. I was tired and miserable. I had had a very bad night: after I had discovered that the bed was damp and somewhat smelly, I finally managed to fall asleep on the floor. Now I staggered outside into the bright sunshine. Making my way to the kitchen door I found it was locked. I no longer had my own key so I knocked tentatively and waited, hoping that Lucy wouldn’t mind me disturbing her. I then remembered that she had left early for a meeting, “shit” what was I to do now? I stood looking around me, wondering how I was going to get into the house when I saw movement through the window of the annex. ...

(story continues from Tough Love Part 7: Beaten) Part 8: Enslaved If I thought my life was bad up to then, the next few days showed me how hard things could really be. Lucy had announced out of the blue that she would be going away for ten days to finalise the contract with the Italians. This news seemed to make Lynn even more domineering. I came home from work every day as usual, stripped off my clothes, donned my apron and did my chores. Lynn appeared to try her hardest to find the slightest fault with my work, and she made sure she thought of many other jobs for me to do. Of course, every order she gave me was accompanied with liberal use of her crop. ...

As long as Shelly could remember, their family has had a twisted little Christmas tradition that any clothes or such that you got, you had to model them to the rest of the family. At least, that is what she had told Eric. At first, when Eric was dating Shelly, the garments were mild, such as a t-shirt with snoopy dressed as Santa or a pair of red plaid polyester dress pants. However, after they got married three years ago, the ‘wearable’ gifts he got more crass and risqué, such as a pair of Spongebob Squarepants boxers with his long nose centered over a certain area. Last year was even worse. Shelly and Eric had spent Christmas with her parents and one of the first gifts Shelly had popped onto his lap was a small package. Inside, was a pair of black Speedos with a white puffball sewn on the rear and a pair of Playboy Bunny ears. It was his little Playgirl Bunny outfit. They all laughed as he pulled them from the box and continued to remind him of the Christmas tradition. So, he went into the bathroom and changed into them. Eric was not embarrassed by the way he looked in them. He went to the gym three times a week and his six-foot frame looked good enough to grace any underwear ad. However, wearing this in front of her parents was a bit too much and silently, he vowed revenge. Eric sensed that Shelly knew she may have gone over the top with last Christmas’ gift and as the season grew near, she kept on asking him if he was upset with the Bunny outfit she got him. Eric just grinned his lop-sided grin and told her no, he wasn’t upset and it was all in good fun. A Nor’easter had brought a heavy coat of snow to Maryland and practically shut down the state, including the airport. Shelly and her husband would be spending Christmas together alone this year. In some ways, Eric was even more thrilled about what he had planned. Some of the items he had been planning on giving her Christmas night in the privacy of their own room now could be unwrapped with the rest of the presents. Eric and Shelly made the best of being snowed in. There was a fire in their condo’s fireplace and a small fir tree decorated in all reds and whites the way Shelly liked. A myriad of candles flickered and glowed and the smells of evergreen and peppermint swirled through the living room. Dinner was a simple one of finger foods and hors d’oeuvres while sitting in front of the fire. “So are you ready to open a present of two?” Eric smiled as he cleared away some of their plates. “There is only one present I want to open tonight,” Shelly smiled back. Their first Christmas alone had put Shelly in a mood for romance. All during the decoration of their home and dinner, Eric and her had exchanged intimate kisses and caresses and she was ready to get to bed and leave the packages for the morning. “We’ll save that present for later,” Eric said and kissed her, “I promise we’ll only open a few tonight and the rest in the morning.” Shelly reluctantly agreed. His family opened all their present on Christmas Eve, leaving only the stocking gifts for the following day. So, compromising, she allowed them to open a few gifts that night, leaving some underneath the tree for morning. They sat beside the tree and Shelly picked one out first, a small golden package with a red bow. Tearing off the paper revealed the Goldfrapp CD he had wanted. Reaching in back off the tree, Eric pulled out a large dress box covered in classic Santa’s and silver ribbon. Unlike her husband who tore through the paper like a little kid, Shelly carefully peeled the paper back and opened the box. Inside was the gift Shelly had been dreading: the revenge gift for the bunny outfit she had gotten her husband. Luckily for the blonde, the only person who would be seeing it was her husband. “Go on. You know the rules, go put it on so I can she you in it.” Shelly gathered up the gift and went into the bathroom to change. Normally, she would have turned several shades of red, but she was in a playful humor tonight and the outfit was just the right thing. The outfit was one of those short little ‘Santa’s Helper’ dresses complete with red velvet and white fur trim. Shelly quickly undressed and slipped into it. Shelly kept herself trim and the strapless costume helped emphasize that, hugging her every curve like a second skin. There was also a pair of shiny, thigh high latex boots with the longest spike heels she had ever seen. She carefully pulled each one up, sheathing her legs perfectly. At the bottom of the box were a matching red thong, a wide black belt and a Santa hat. After getting the entire outfit on, she looked at herself in the mirror and really enjoyed what she saw. The hem of the dress barely masked the small thong underneath and the boots made her legs look much more sexier. Her long blonde hair spilled out from beneath the cap and she could see her own desires in her dark blue eyes. With a deep breath, she unsteadily opened the bathroom door and walked out. “Hey,” she practically yelled when she saw that Eric had gotten out the video camera and was filming her debut. “I wanted to make sure we shared this moment with your parents,” Eric grinned as he continued to video tape his wife, “I think it is only fair. Now pout for me honey, give me everything you got!” Shelly found herself flushing bright red but she decided to be a good sport and model it for him. Besides, she doubted that the images would ever get to her parents, not after what she had planned for the bedroom. She posed and lithely moved for him and the camera until he turned it off and set it aside. “Can I open the one present I wanted tonight?” she pouted, brushing up against him and giving him a long, lingering kiss. “One more present each, then we’ll see about that special gift. Go pick me out one.” Although high heeled shoes were no strangers to Shelly, ones this tall gave her a little trouble as she walked over to the tree. As she bent over to pick one, she made sure to give her husband an eyeful. One of the things Eric always said was that she had a great ass and it was times like these that she didn’t mind showing it off for him. She came back with another small present. Again, Eric tore it open with the gusto of a ten-year old and found himself looking at another thong, this time glittering red with a ribbon above the crotch. “You know the rule,” Shelly purred. Eric just grinned and went into the bathroom to put it on. This was a gift that Shelly was going to give him later on when her parents were not around. She had learned her lesson last year when her mother explained certain boundaries were to be had. Gifts like that were for just her and her husband. Eric came out and struck a muscleman pose. Shelly was glade to see the he filled his thong very well and that he was in the same mood as she was. “One more present, honey, then we’ll see about unwrapping your special present in the bedroom.” Shelly’s box was as big as the last one, maybe a bit bigger. Carefully, she unwrapped it and opened the lid. Inside was something of black leather and many chrome buckles. She lifted it up and looked at all the straps with a puzzled look on her face. “What is it?” she finally asked. “Here, stand up and let me show you.” Precariously she stood up as he took the leather contraption from her. “Now turn around and hands behind your back.” All of the sudden, a bright light flashed on and she realized what her gift was. “Oh, no. There is no way you are getting me into that!” “Now, do I need to remind you on your families’ tradition? What is fair for the gander is fair for the goose. All I want to do is see you in it and then you can decide whether it stays on or comes off.” Shelly knew her husband’s tastes in porn and she knew that he enjoyed looking a pictures and movies of women bound and helpless. At times, she had admitted to herself that it might be fun and she had even let him tie her up a time or two. But this thing, this armbinder, took things to another level she wasn’t sure she wanted to go. “Okay, but it comes off when I tell you,” the blonde told her husband as she turned around and grasped her wrists behind her back. Carefully, he pulled the leather armbinder up, carefully pulling the lacings tight and fastening each buckle until the sleeve was tightly embracing her arms together behind her back. To Eric, she couldn’t look more stunning. There she stood in her skimpy Santa’s outfit with her arms pulled in back of her and nearly helpless. “Honey, you look like a dream.” Shelly tested her binding and found that she would not be able to escape and she found that the thought was not entirely unwelcome. With the ropes, she always thought that she could always get away with a bit of effort. This thing, however, truly made her helpless. Shelly decided to keep struggling a bit, more to entice Eric than to try and get away. “Well, when do I get my special present?” Shelly pouted. Eric smiled, “When you finish with this one. You haven’t finished unwrapping it yet.” A puzzled look flooded Shelly’s face as Eric peeled away the tissue paper lining the box to reveal a whole collection of items underneath. “Nooooo. . .” the blonde moaned as he held up a red ballgag. “Oh yes, honey,” Eric grinned, “You must wear everything in the box before I can take it off you.” Shelly was foxed and she knew it. Bound as she was, he could force her into wearing everything or she could just let him do it and get his Christmas Eve fun, a present to him from her, though one that she hadn’t planned on in the least. She opened her mouth and Eric eased the gag into it, tightening the straps behind her head. Next, Eric pulled out a black leather collar complete with sparkling chrome rings and buckles. Gently, Eric pulled her curly blonde hair away, kissing her neck tenderly before fastening the collar. Gently, Shelly’s husband embraced her from behind and began to massage her breasts through the costume. A warm rush of pleasure coursed through Shelly as she stood there bound and helpless to stop his touch as she found herself moaning through the gag. “I love you too,” Eric whispered as he kissed her on her cheek before returning to her present. Eric pulled from the box a long, silver chain with which he quite gleefully fastened onto her collar. The black leather ankle cuffs came next as well as a short chrome bar that spread her legs apart. As he secured her even more, Shelly could hear him humming ‘Deck the halls’. Shelly felt a gentle tug on her leash as Eric pulled it down, forcing her to bend over. Eric made sure that his wife didn’t fall over as he pulled the leash taut and fastened it to her spreader bar. When he had made sure she was stable, he stepped back and grabbed the camera. Eric couldn’t understand what Shelly was saying through her gag, but he was sure that it wasn’t full of Christmas cheer. However, she looked the perfect blonde angel in her Santa Claus outfit and all the bondage trimmings. Shelly struggled before the camera but Eric thought it was more for keeping her balance than trying to escape. Finally, her moans and writhing became too much for him and Eric put down the camera to indulge in some unwrapping of his own. Stepping around in back of her, he began to massage her breasts again and slowly easing the front of her red costume down until she was exposed. Though she was not huge on top, she was ample, with large pale areolas. Her nipples were already stiff from Eric’s earlier attentions and now, the seemed to ache with pleasure as her pinched and rolled them gently. Bent over as she was, Shelly could feel this erection against her ass as she playful ground herself back against him. “Have you been a good Santa’s helper?” Eric asked. “Uh-huuuuh,” Shelly answered through her gag, nodding her head. “Well, let’s see what presents we can find for you.” Shelly moaned as she felt Eric’s finger trace around her slit. She knew it was damp as he pulled the thong aside and eased his finger into her. Slowly, he caressed between her lips, careful not to touch her swollen clit. Eric could feel her frustration but did little to assuage it. Quickly Eric slid out of his glittery thong and positioned himself behind his wife. Shelly felt him untie her thong and grasp her hips. Then, she felt utter bliss as he eased himself inside of her. Shelly matched her husband’s thrusts as he rocked her back towards him. The waves of pleasure began to build up inside her and she found herself moaning loudly into her gag. Normally, she was fairly quite but the gag seemed to have an effect on her, like a cork in a shaken-up bottle of Champaign. All of her inhibitions seemed to raging inside of her, unable to escape, building the rapture inside of her. Faster and faster Eric thrusted himself into Shelly, his own pleasure building and building. His wife bucked and writhed, screaming into her gag. Eric had never seen his wife so animalistic before, like a captured lioness. A white-hot whirlwind of pure bliss roared through Shelly as her orgasm completely engulfed her. Again and again, her soul was crushed with wave after wave of pleasure until she felt him thrust himself fully into her and hold while spraying his cum into her. She grasped him, milking him until she felt him soften. Without undoing her bindings, Eric eased her onto the couch and nestled in beside her. She felt totally at ease in his arms and was not in any rush to have him release her. The lay there, his fingers slowly caressing her as he kissed her gently. “I think, my love,” Eric smiled, “we have found a knew Christmas tradition.” ...

Traditional Ceremony Part One by Zack Traditional Ceremony by Zack The Amalgamation Survey Ship Interloper moved in a synchronous orbit above Gamma, the third planet of star P314159264. Lieutenant Pami Erig, the bravest field surveyor in the Star Fleet Survey Service, was running for her life. She was also cursing her bad luck. She had been waiting for night in her carefully concealed camp when a call of nature made her move into some nearby bushes. Too late, she saw a group of at least thirty savages moving quietly down a dry stream bed less than 50 meters from where she was squatting. Even then she would have probably escaped detection, but one of the warriors, evidently answering his own call, moved directly toward her. She froze, hoping that he wouldn’t see her, but the bush she was crouching behind was thin and had small, sparse leaves. She muttered to herself, “I knew I should have chosen the jungle planet.” ...

The story below is what every one wants who is into mummification. A personal helper who is willing to be trained to the standard required and beyond, so what ever your whim she will obey Part One I had always been into mummification so when my partner went away on business for sometimes a week or more I would resort to self bondage. Well it worked quite well for me to a point; I had several adventures from time to time by nearly being discovered by window cleaners and various tradesmen who called unexpectedly. But the real love of my life was Mummification either reading about it or being mummified myself and it is not the sort of thing you can advertise for in the British press, ...

Rose has become something of a living legend around Saddleworth so I persuaded her to tell me her story for a small, or actually not so small, fee. I had to edit some of it and change a couple of identities but I hope you enjoy it. Angie. Part One I cowered in the corner protecting my face as best I could as the blows rained down, five, six, I counted, as they inflamed my tender bare buttocks, left, right, nine, ten, and then he changed to flicking up between my legs, one, two, three swats on my pussy lips cruelly held open by the over tight leather crotch strap of my harness and I gurgled in helpless orgasmic ecstasy. ...

(story continues from Training Rose) Rose has become something of a living legend around Saddleworth so I persuaded her to tell me her story for a small, or actually not so small, fee. I had to edit some of it and change a couple of identities but I hope you enjoy it. Angie. Continued from Part One Part 2: Harrogate The Box, it was a cardboard box. They bent me over the back of something solid like a table, and I think they snipped away so the box went over my back and hid my head completely because the sounds were even more muffled and then they started, they jabbed something up my backside something slippery, and when they pulled it out again I felt the first warm slightly soft penis nudge my poor bruised backside as its owner tried to worm it inside me. I tried to kick but someone grabbed my feet and tied them to something, table legs probably, and then he was inside me and it hurt. ...

(story continues from Training Rose 2: Harrogate) Rose has become something of a living legend around Saddleworth so I persuaded her to tell me her story for a small, or actually not so small, fee. I had to edit some of it and change a couple of identities but I hope you enjoy it. Angie. Continued from Part Two Part 3: The New Groom I woke with the dawn, I ached all over, I realised I was completely naked except for a crude bridle and bit and a collar and leash and a waist belt with a crotch strap which was so tight that it painfully separated my poor abused pussy lips, then I saw the lawn mower and the dirty old blanket daddy had covered me with and I remembered, I was home! ...

(story continues from Training Rose 3: The New Groom) Rose has become something of a living legend around Saddleworth so I persuaded her to tell me her story for a small, or actually not so small, fee. I had to edit some of it and change a couple of identities but I hope you enjoy it. Angie. Continued from Part 3 Part 4: A Particularly Easy Pony to Please “Daddy, what do you mean a I’m a very easy Pony to please!” I demanded as Tom walked away up our driveway towards the road and his parents house barely a mile away. ...

(story continues from Training Rose 4: A Particularly Easy Pony to Please) Part 5: Saddleworth to Cannes We all agreed I needed to train intensively for the Grand Prix at Cannes, but maybe my idea of intensive training, eight hours a day spent actually training, say seven until twelve, with a coffee break around ten and hour and a bit for lunch and and then train till four thirty and then relax maybe see a movie before getting tacked up again and sleeping in a Pony stall at Melton Villa, that and rationing my sex and not riding my motorbike, seemed fair enough to me but no Daddy thought this was unrealistic, especially when some girls had literally been bred for Pony Girl competition. ...

(story continues from Training Rose 5: Saddleworth to Cannes) Part 6: Dressage Henry had actually come up trumps, I had barely arrived back at the farm than he took me to the big barn behind the stables, one I had never been to before, and I saw it contained a half decent training arena. “What do you think of this?” he asked. It was a little black box with a strap. ...

(story continues from Training Rose 6: Dressage) Part 7: Cannes to Las Vegas “What on earth did you want to go and do that for!” Daddy demanded as I stepped down from the podium, or what was left of it after it collapsed when I did my victory jump, to a faint ripple of polite applause with my Cannes grand prix winners gold medal around my neck. I had just won arguably the worlds most prestigious pony-girl event the Cannes Grand Prix outright and yet still he still found cause to criticise me, he really was impossible. ...

This story now contains new parts 1, 3 & 4 Transvestites Bondage Punishment - Part 1 by Marylynn Transvestites Bondage Punishment by Marylynn Katie, my wife, left just minutes ago and I was already in my treasure chest of female clothes that I have had hidden from her for the six months since we were married. As I pulled out the two locked chests from the back of the closet, I opened both with the keys hidden in the recesses of my wallet. One locker contained my beautiful and sexy “Marcie’s” clothes and the other held the self-bondage restraint items I would put on later after I was properly dressed as “Marcie”. ...

We hope you enjoy “trapped” I could hardly say it is a story, because every bit of it is reality. I hope that your readers can understand the description of how to construct self-bondage stocks. In the future should I include metric mesurements? Trapped- By: the Techster An all too successful experiment with self-bondage stocks. I have several hobbies, one of which is self-bondage. I am always trying to dream up a new self-bondage trick that will place me in a helpless situation before my wife. My wife judges every new idea or device on an “Olympic Scale” from 1 to 10. Then the numbers are subtracted from the Ideal and the result is my penalty for less than perfection. We have eight judging points or criteria. These are: (1) creativity in the design of the device, (2) aesthetics (appearance) of the device (3) inescapability, (4) immobility of the one being restrained, (5) helplessness of the “prisoner” ( their inability to resist any and all torment) (6) Presentation of the one in bondage (are their most vulnerable and sensitive areas revealed attractively?), (7) sturdiness of the device (8) Simplicity of the device ( is it easy to reproduce ) ...

Thanks to Doctor Vader for his helping hand. My name is Miriam. I’m an attractive blonde woman in my early 20s. Since my first boyfriend, I’ve really been into bondage and anything that fits with it. I’ve been single for a while now and in my private time I’ve tried out a few things in self-bondage and using toys to pleasure myself. I’m very interested in stories about bondage and self-bondage. One time while looking through internet for exciting stories I’d found a site with stories about trash bags, dumpsters, bondage and women who were treated like trash. At first I was shocked, but then I began to get curious about it. I’ve read some stories and began to feel more and more excited about the theme. I wondered how it would feel to be in a trash bag and maybe even in a dumpster too. ...

(story continues from Trapped in the Dumpster) Thanks to Doctor Vader for his helping hand. Continued from Part One Part 2: Aftermath A week had passed since I’d trapped myself in a dumpster. So many things had happened that day, so I needed some time to get my mind in order. I also needed some time to recover from the shock of being trapped in that dumpster. Thinking about that frightened me. If things went very bad, I couldn’t have gotten out of there, a truck could have picked up that dumpster and disposed of me into it’s belly, with all the other trash. It could have transported me to a landfill, depositing me there and I could have been buried under tons of trash. Nobody would know what I had done to myself or where to search for me. ...