(story continues from Wendy) _ *WEAVING WENDY’S WEB_ Part Two in a series by Sir Stephen with a DO Try This At Home bonus Originally published in Kink Magazine issue #3. After Wendy climaxed in her bathtub, Eric hugged her for a while before freeing her bound wrists from the shower rod. “Are you nice and clean now, slavegirl?” he asked. “Yes, if it pleases you, Master, replied Wendy, still breathing irregularly and somewhat shaken from her first orgasm in – was it four months? “Good,” said Eric, “A clean slave is a happy slave.” Everything was a blur to Wendy as she was led back, toweled, clean and happy, to her bedroom where the bondage had begun. There she was ordered to lie face down on the bed while Eric prepared more sections of rope. Eric recalled a poster he had seen advertising a rave – it had featured a model tied in a leg web, and a caption to the effect of “Tarsis will be displeased if you do not attend!” Eric tried to recreate the webbing he had seen. ...

(story continues from Wendy) * ONE WILLING WENDY Part Seven in a series by Sir Stephen After their experience with double bondage with Kim, Wendy and Eric did indeed grow closer: they decided to move in with each other. As neither had a large enough apartment, they decided to rent a house together for the increased privacy and space. The details of subletting their own apartments, renting a new house, and then moving consumed their energies for a couple of weeks. Several of their friends helped them with the move. In fact, Wendy gave copies of the new housekey to three of her friends so that they could help while she was at work at the public library. ...

A little story for you most of the readers are complaining its only the males that get pushed to the limit, well just to disappoint them this is the story of Wendy’s first time as a mummy and as I say at the end of the story “its all in the mind” Wendy’s a Mummy In one of my previous stories I mentioned Wendy, well to save you referring back to the story Wendy was a lady who dreamt of being mummified as in one of my stories. She lives not far from me a matter of ten minutes by car. We had discussed what each of us had done in the self bondage game and I realized she was serious about going a little further than most people, I explained I was well into mummification plus I enjoyed tormenting sexually my partner and a girl friend called Sue but not at the same time, ...

I am assured the story below is basically true, I have written it as if I was a observer to the scene but much the pity it has been told to me by a new friend Wendy. Well as some of the readers to Gromet’s Plaza will remember my name appeared at the top of Gromet’s page saying I had taken over, well after that my E Mail went mad, one hundred and eighty on the first morning and it got worse! (Note: this was a special edition of the plaza). ...

from the 2007 Halloween special I have been a person who has struggled with my weight most of my life. Recently I had quit smoking and gained more weight than I want to admit. Almost 75 pounds! I have in the past two years managed to get rid of almost thirty-five pounds of excess baggage. My wife had been diagnosed with a long-term illness and the meds have finally gotten correct. As soon as the type of meds and dosages were correct she shed 40 pounds. Almost overnight. This has led her to start to get on my case with regularity. I explained to her I have always had a problem and at times really needed extra incentive. She thought about it for a minute and agreed to grant me a long-time sexual fantasy if I could lose the weight. I had to make her a list of fantasies. I felt that if I put the effort into this I deserved a rather good one so I only detailed three of my more outré imaginations. That is the list she received and she didn’t even flinch, but rather gave me a four-month deadline. ...

My name once was Lilly 26 years old a beautiful brunette long brown hair with a petite body and beautiful legs, now Valentina why? Since I was a little girls horses were my thing I loved them but not enough to become one. The theme Pony girl was unexplored or known by me but one day while a was doing a promotion for a sun tanning lotion in a swimming suit a guy came to me and asked me if a wanted to earn more money in promotions and since the money in this kind of promotions wasn’t good enough. I decided to say yes to his proposition, he gave me his card with his phone number. ...

story continued from part one Part 2: What Amber Did “You mean it’s really that simple,” Amber asked? Dawn nodded. “And the escape is quite often easier. As long as you plan it right. It’s the waiting that is the killer. Sometimes minutes feel like hours when you are tied up and helpless.” The two blondes had returned to Dawn’s room, Amber’s clothes were neatly folded on the bed next to Dawn’s. No sense in being modest, not after what had happened this afternoon. What Amber had not known earlier was that Dawn’s digital camera was taking pictures automatically. ...

It was a quiet day here in the dorms. Most of the other co-eds took off for the weekend to enjoy the first warm days of spring. There were only three others from her floor still here but even they seemed pre-occupied. Amber exited the showers and wrapped a towel around herself. It was a simple modesty that she allowed herself. Quite often she and most of the girls would go nude from room to showers, but today anyone could walk in. With her firm breasts and toned body the blonde knew herself to be beautiful. ...

* What Dreams may Come… True Story Written by: GaggedUtopia Many years have passed since I dated my wife, but it seems like yesterday. I often think back to one night in particular. It was our fourth date and our first time making love. In the after glow of sex, I held her close to me and asked what her deepest and darkest sexual fantasy was. With a wry smile, she patted me on the chest and told me that she liked me a lot, and didn’t want to scare me off. ...

What was I thinking, I should never of been so foolish to set myself up like this. The truth is I wanted to make my fantasies come to life, and now my deepest, hormone filled dreams were all too real. Sam logged on to the alt.com site and checked his email, another message from the Dom to put him through his paces Sam hoped. The message left instructions on a hotel to meet, and how the meeting was looked forward to. This would be the first meeting, and though they had exchanged numerous emails, thoughts, fantasies and even some pictures, this was going to be one hundred percent real. ...

(story continues from What You See is Not Always What You Get…) Part Two How slowly time advances when you are eagerly awaiting it. The few days from our last date to Wednesday seemed to go on forever. Tuesday evening I arrived home from work to find the message light blinking on my answering machine. I prayed that it was not someone trying to sell me a vacuum cleaner…. Eagerly, but with apprehension, I pushed the button to playback my message. It was DeeDee! Hooray, I thought to myself. ...

Part One I had dated Diane for about three months, all was well, and we had an exciting and intimate relationship, as any basically vanilla one would be. She was an educated, 42 year-old professional woman, 5'3" tall, 110 pounds, bright blue eyes, and long silky blonde hair, a rock hard stomach, and beautiful tight 34 “B” cup breasts of a teenager and a 22-inch waist. She dressed impeccably; but with a hint of edgy sensuality that was unmistakable. ...

Simple things can trigger happy memories, for me it’s the sound of a key in a lock, until now. The sound and feel of my key entering the lock I need to release in order to gain my freedom being the sound and feel of triumph and victory. However, I was the one sliding the key into the locks tumblers during my bondage forays, not someone else. This time, I was nowhere near my next key-based target. But, I was next to a lock which required a key. A lock someone else was operating. ...

Disclaimer The following story is a sequel to “Wheel of Fortune” posted earlier in this Library. Readers are reminded that this is a work of fiction involving explicit sexual scenes. If you are a minor, or if such material would cause you legal or moral problems, please do not read further. The activities in this story are fantasy and some would not be practical nor safe in real life. -=0=- ...

8 Disclaimer The following story is a sequel to “Wheel of Fortune” posted earlier in this Library. Readers are reminded that this is a work of fiction involving explicit sexual scenes. If you are a minor, or if such material would cause you legal or moral problems, please do not read further. The activities in this story are fantasy and some would not be practical nor safe in real life. -=0=- ...

The rain started falling in the evening when I was looking at some of my fetishes on the computer; it started as a couple drops to lightning. My roommate/girlfriend Ashley, she’s blonde, tall and likes to dress in the smallest things she can get away with. We’re into the same fetishes, we like to tie up each other but she had the upper hand with her being stronger than me and I turned out being tied up all the time. When a bright flash came through the window and huge bang, I turned to look and it was the lightning. ...

“Well? Tell me you have something this time.” Leaning back in her chair, Laura Spalding gazed at the five men standing in front of her. Together, these men formed the research and development department of her small but very profitable company, FashionMax. Specializing in the unusual, Laura had made a name, and a fortune, catering to the fetish crowd. Now, she waited news on what could well be her crowning achievement. ...

Crystal had just gotten a divorce. In fact she had only been to court about a week ago. Her and her husband had lived across the street from us for fifteen years. Moreover, that’s about as long as I had been in love with her. I took every opportunity to see her. I’ve seen her in a bathing suit, leotard and tights all the way to dressed up for church. It didn’t matter what she had on I was in love with her and I wanted her more than I loved her. ...

Part One I had been a widow for nearly four years when I met Jerry at my niece’s wedding in Middletown, NY. We sat next to each other during the reception and although we didn’t seem to have all that much in common I found myself quickly liking him and did not hesitate to give him my telephone number when it was time to leave. I had not dated anyone since my husband’s passing (we were married for twenty eight years) but I felt so comfortable with Jerry, and despite the fact that he lives in Middletown, NY and I am in New York City (about an hour and half drive) I did hope he would call. ...

(story continues from Widow, Corset, Ropes, Submission) Part 2: Moored On A Yacht On Wednesday Jerry called to let me know that he was going to take me to a sea food restaurant on City Island and that after dinner, if I would like, we would borrow a friend’s boat and take a short cruise around the bay. I told him I’d never been on a boat but thought it sounded exciting and was looking forward to it. ...