Bondage on Gromet's Plaza Archive

The Secrets of Shackleton Grange

Tue, 03 Apr 2018 00:00:00 +0000

story continued from chapter 26

Chapter 27: The Dawning of a New Era

Saskia watched as the car advanced slowly up the driveway; the sound of gravel crackling beneath tyres disturbing the stillness of the evening. The outlook from the small office window gave an excellent view of the approach to Shackleton Grange’s main entrance, and she was able to observe the dark green Toyota coming to a halt beside the derelict fountain, before the doors on both sides opened simultaneously and the pair of occupants emerged into the failing light. A minute or so ago, the buzz of the intercom had been followed by a disembodied female voice informing her that Megan and Alison had arrived for tonight’s class, and now Saskia was able to put faces to the names, as the duo slammed the car doors shut and began to walk slowly towards the house.

The Secrets of Shackleton Grange

Tue, 03 Apr 2018 00:00:00 +0000

story continued from chapter 27

Chapter 28: Tying Up a Few Loose Ends

A surreal atmosphere hung over the ancient mansion house that Tuesday morning. As the rising sun did its best to burn off the early morning mist which lifted in slowly swirling wisps from Shackleton Grange’s dew-laden lawns, Cathy and Saskia sat watching from their seats in the vast bay window. Both had eaten a good breakfast, prepared by the three docile and accommodating servants, and now sat back sipping lapsang souchong from Dolores’ best china, as what appeared to be the genesis of a fine Suffolk spring day unfurled before their eyes.

May I borrow your husband's cock?

Tue, 20 Mar 2018 00:00:00 +0000

This past week I got the strangest request I have ever heard.

Lynn our neighbor and exotic metal artist who specializes in designing bondage gear for any dom or dungeon that can pay her price came over to our home and asked me, “I just got an idea for the simplest, fiendish, yet secure male chastity device ever designed. I need to finish designing it and I want to borrow your husband’s cock. First as a fixture to help me design it; then as a beta tester to check my lock’s comfort, and be certain that it is escape proof.”

I was Caught in Self Bondage by my Mom

Fri, 06 Oct 2017 00:00:00 +0000

Continued from part one and two

This is a true story.

After mom found me down in basement naked and handcuffed to a post. Mom was very open about sex and nudity. My dad passed away when I was 8 years old. My dad was a lawyer. We would go to the French islands. 2 to 4 times a years. I guess that how I got a love of nudity.

I began playing with self bondage when I was about 10 years old. Most of my self bondage efforts with rope turned out to be trash. One day I found a web site on how to do on self bondage. How to tie your wrists behind your back. How to loop the rope. Put my wrist in the loops, and then have a loop, back up to a door knob pull the rope tightly around my wrist. After a few tries, I got it where it worked great. The only way out was have some one untied me or take a knife cut myself free.

My Wife the Shinning Knight

Mon, 11 Sep 2017 00:00:00 +0000

My wife and I work at the same company. I’m 25 and she is 27, and the story takes place a couple of years ago. At the time, she was the VP of Financing at this place, and I was the assistant to the owner. That job is the strangest one that I’ve ever had. I had just finished working on my master’s degree and was in need of a job. Fortunately, my wife is friends with the owner of this company, and she was in need of an assistant.

Trapped

Mon, 04 Sep 2017 00:00:00 +0000

It is no secret in the closet BDSM group in our neighborhood that sooner or later one of us has been bound, teased, tortured or put on display by Stephanie our neighbor semi-pro Dominatrix.

Stephanie liked the folding bondage frame that she used to spread eagle and torture a naked Techster during a “ladies only” get together as we watched reruns of Sex in the City.

We all know that before Stephanie buys any piece of bondage gear she has to test it personally so when we heard that she had ordered a folding bondage frame, Lynn, the metal artist, told me as well as the lesbian couple, Viga and Gina.

A Matter of Time

Wed, 16 Aug 2017 00:00:00 +0000

My first sexual, fantasy type thoughts after the news of intimate action between You and Your close, female friend. i’ll just call her “kitty” for the stories sake. You’ve known her much longer than You’ve known me, i could see the attraction between the two of You all along, and it made sense to me even then. i could see the sexual tension for You in her posture. Makes even more sense to me now, i just didn’t comprehend it then. her as Your femsub, and me being the even lower, all out Female dominated male sub, under Your control. As well as kinda being hers, under Your control. Your loving poly family. It seems so right to me. Even with poly having the second meaning of plastic to me. WE/we all arrange to make the living conditions happen and it works out great together. With You leading the household and kitty and me serving You well. Often, You reward us for serving You with so much love. Although sometimes, You are not in the mood to reward me, and kitty is instructed to have a little fun punishing me with bondage, whipping, suffocation, and strangulation before bagging me up in my trash closet or the huge, household trash can for a bit of forced, submissive meditation to reinforce my place within Your household garbage. You both always tease about how i really WILL end up getting trashed by the two of You eventually.

Goodbye Garbage

Wed, 16 Aug 2017 00:00:00 +0000

You’ve been lying here 20 minutes now, wondering what’s going to happen. Face down on the bed, naked and hogtied with cable ties. Waiting for another night of fun, but tonight is different. I walk in eventually, you notice something is up, I’m just wearing a pair of joggers and a hoodie, my hair is tied back and my sleeves rolled up. Usually I wear something sexy for you but tonight I look like I’m going to do some housework. That’s cause I am. I don’t even acknowledge you as I leave again and go to the kitchen. I come back in holding a roll of extra large, heavy duty, black, garbage bags in one hand and a roll of duct tape in the other. I toss them next to your face on the bed and leave again. This time I return with the vacuum cleaner and leave it next to the bed. I stand there, look at you and sigh. I start to unravel one of the shiny and smooth, garbage bags and rip it off the roll. “What’s the vacuum cleaner for?” You ask curiously, as I climb behind you. I completely ignore your question and instead lean close and pinch your nose shut. As your mouth opens instinctively to breathe, you start to feel me packing the un-open garbage bag I ripped off into your mouth until the whole thing is in there. Forgetting to let go of your nose, you start to choke as I force it in. I hold my hand over your mouth to keep it in, then start wrapping it up in tape. Round and round. Pulling it tight as I go until I’m satisfied you’re not going to make a sound. Then you start to feel me wrapping up your cable ties with the thick, duct tape, securing the hogtie. Making sure all your limbs are stuck tight. You even feel me tape up your fingers and toes. You wonder for a second if I’m maybe going a bit over the top but that soon fades as the ecstasy of being helpless starts taking over and you start to enjoy it. “I wouldn’t get too excited, if I were you.” I say calmly, noticing your dripping erection. You look up at me nervously wondering what I’m planning. You try to mouth words through your gag, asking what the hell I’m going on about, but nothing comes out. Just a quiet muffled noise. “Shhhh, don’t worry!” I laugh. “I’ll explain everything, it’s the least I can do considering what I’m about to do to you. I want you to know what’s going to happen and why I’m doing this to you.” You heart stops for a moment, what’s she going to do? Your mind starts racing. “Well, unfortunately, I’m bored of you now. You’ve exhausted your last bit of usefulness and just like every disposable object, which you are, you have an expiry date. That date is today, right now.” You start to nervously chuckle through your gag before I interrupt your amusement. “I’m not fucking joking! You are done. I’m going to pack you up in these garbage bags like the worthless junk you are and throw you out with all the rest of the trash. I guess you could say, I’m dumping you.” I giggle at my own joke, proud of myself for my quick humor as you panic on the bed, wondering if this crazy girl is actually serious. Well, she is. “Oh yeah, you were wondering what the vacuum cleaner was for? Well, today I spent all day cleaning up SO much trash. There are so many bags that I’m going to have to vacuum pack you to fit you in the dumpster with it all.” Then you realize, she is serious. You start begging through your gag as I rip off more garbage bags from the roll. I don’t say a word. I just shake the bag open and slide it over your head and shoulders. I grab onto the tape holding your legs and hands together in your hogtie and use it to slide you into the shiny, smooth, thick bag. You get pushed all the way to the end and start feeling me pushing the air out of the black bag and bringing the sides of the bag together as everything gets darker. You lie there, helplessly moaning as you hear me plug in the vacuum. “You better hold your breath” I laugh. “Or don’t, I don’t care.” With that, the vacuum nozzle is put into the bag and the switch goes on. You feel the bag slowly start to suck in around you and your heart starts racing. The confining plastic closes in. Getting tighter and tighter. Before you know it, you are having to blow the bag from your face as it keeps getting sucked into your nose until finally you are air tight. I hold the vacuum there a few extra seconds just to make sure I’ve got all the air out, then I tape up the end tight. Bending the end over on itself, making sure nothing escapes and taping it again. By this point, you are starting to struggle for air, trying to signal me to let you breathe. I climb on top of your vac bagged body and all you hear is the sound of tape being ripped off of the roll. You feel me start to wrap the thick, black tape around your mouth, as if I was gagging you again, then around your eyes. Now you are screaming for air. “But garbage doesn’t need to breathe.” I say mockingly. I play with you a little and rub your dick with my hand as hard as I can before I finally pop a hole in each of your nostrils for air before you pass out. “I want you conscious for this, you’ll have plenty of chances to suffocate later.” Starting to resign yourself to your fate, you hear the unraveling of yet another trash bag. The exact same thing happens again as before. You get slid inside, air sucked out and a couple of holes to breathe through your nostrils. This in fact happens another two times until I’m satisfied. “Now I need to make you look less suspicious incase someone happens to come across you. I wouldn’t get your hopes up though, I’m going to make sure you are nowhere near the top of the dumpster for anyone to find but I don’t want to take any chances.” I open up a final three trash bags and put them inside each other and lie them open, upwards, on the floor. I leave the room and come back with two full garbage bags from the weeks kitchen trash. I cut one open and dump it into the three layered, open bags and throw the now empty kitchen bag in with it as well. “I can’t tell the difference between you and the trash in this bag if I’m completely honest, but that’s just me.” I say passively. With that, I grab your feet and slide you off the bed and into the bags. You land with a bit of a thud but most of the garbage breaks your fall. Then I grab the other full kitchen bag and cut that open and dump it on top of you. “Now it’s time to take out the trash, I’m getting rid of you for good.” You give off a scream as I pull the draw strings together and tie it tight, not sealing off the bag completely so that you get some air through. You can feel and smell the garbage around you now. Packed tightly in my trash and sealed almost completely in a plastic bag, you can’t help but smell your sweat and arousal as well. Wondering if I’ll actually dig through the nasty trash to free you. Knowing your going to be trapped under a mountain of bags very soon, who knows if and when you’ll get any air. You feel me sliding you all the way too the garage. With you all packed up tight, you are a lot easier to lift into the trunk of my car but I still struggle and eventually drop you into it with a big thud. “Oh shit!” I scream. For a moment you think I’m concerned for your safety but that hope dies fast as you realize I was worried about having loose trash falling out of the bag into my trunk. Those heavy duty bags don’t rip easy though. And I’ve lost count of how many you are in. You hear me load up the garbage from the big clean up earlier before I close the trunk and we take a short trip to a remote area with a few dumpsters. The trunk opens. “This is it, time to throw you away with the garbage. No coming back now, this is happening. No ones going to find you, you’re going to lie in that dumpster under all the trash until you either suffocate or get crushed with the trash in the garbage truck. Pick-up here isn’t that regular so it will be a while before anyone comes by and I’m going to lock the dumpster shut just to make sure you stay where you belong. Most importantly, die where you belong. I walk away and grab a shopping kart lying around that some hobo probably left, then proceed to lift you into it. The dumpster has a ramp up to it so I push you in the cart all the way up to the opening. “Oh wow! That stinks! If you think that kitchen trash is bad you’ve got another thing coming.” Then I lean in close so you can hear me clearly. “I’m going to go home now and cum to the thought of you lying here, knowing I’ve finally taken out the trash for good. Thinking of you gasping on rotten, hot air until eventually enough plastic bags fall on your filthy face and send you to sleep for good. Knowing you’ll never be found, just another bag of trash getting dumped and compacted into a garbage truck. And once I’ve cum, I promise, i will never think of you ever again.” And with that, I tip you into the half full dumpster as you let of a final muffled scream in terror. Or at least the last one I’ll ever hear. I let you get comfortable as I go and get the rest of the trash bags from the car. There’s about 11 of them, some of them heavier than others. The lighter ones with the soft trash get thrown on you first, and I make sure and drop one of the huge, black bags right on top of where your head is. Then the heavier bags dumped on top of that. I just want to get home now, but I need to finish the job. I push down on the lid, having to force the garbage down to get it closed and lock it shut. You hear the rubbish all around you crumple, creak, and groan before I flip the lockbar in place. I stop and listen, I can’t hear anything. Good. You’ll never leave that dumpster, alive at least. You hear the car start and leave. The sound disappears as it gets further away, then just like that, silence. You’re fucked. You can’t move an inch, the smell is foul and your already struggling to breathe. You start panicking as plastic sucks against your nostrils, desperately trying to control your breathing. But it’s no use, you can’t find a pocket of fresh air. The bags pushing in against your face slowly from the weight of the garbage around you and the air running out of the bag your tightly sealed inside of. You finally accept your fate, only wishing you could jerk off, but your hands are hogtied to your feet. You start to grind against a bag of trash next to you, trying to get one last bit of pleasure before its lights out, until you finally cum inside your wet, slimy bag. The orgasm is unlike any you’ve ever had, it’s so very intense. In the ecstasy of cumming, you knock a bag loose, which falls down and sinks into your face. The loose bag seems to conform around your face and envelope you, hugging you sternly as you struggle for your last gasp beneath a thin layer of plastic. Goodbye garbage. That’s what you get.

The Challenge

Sun, 07 May 2017 00:00:00 +0000

The Challenge by rojo THE CHALLENGE by rojo

My wife and I have been married almost eighteen years. We live in a small two-bedroom apartment. The spare bedroom is basically our computer room. One late Saturday afternoon, I was cruising bondage sites when my wife snuck up on me.

“Well, look at that. “, she said,

I was very embarrassed. I liked to hide my cruising. Over the years I had asked my wife to tie me up many times and she had always refused.

The Collar

Sun, 07 May 2017 00:00:00 +0000

The Collar By the Techster

When you have a family where the parents are a pair of engineers who enjoy self- bondage and bondage experiments you know that creativity is the rule of the game. Of course we have never let our children discover our kinks. Last weekend our youngest son, a college student was going out of town so the parents could play.

I love watching my wife in the nude and starting a bondage game for the weekend would be fun. She is no slinky sex goddess. She has a bit of a tummy, but her perky breasts that don’t sag, even without a bra and the lean muscles of her back and legs are a major turn-on for me. When you’ve been playing this game for 30+ years, as we have, coming up with something new is more of a challenge than actually escaping from the bondage. It was time for a new bondage device. The focal point of this scene would be a locking metal collar that would prevent the wearer- captive from looking left or right as well as down. I hope this doesn’t get too technical for you. Please remember both my wife, Techie, and myself, Techster, are so nicknamed because we are engineers.

The Bilbo

Fri, 07 Apr 2017 00:00:00 +0000

When I was living in Minnesota my ex-boyfriend tied me up a lot, but since I moved to northern Arizona all of my bondage activities have been do-it-yourself. (Although there was some audience participation in my last outdoor adventure).

For that adventure I had made a bilbo. This is a medieval restraint which has U-shaped metal bands that slip over the wrists and ankles and are closed by a bar that fits through holes in the open end of the U. Last time I had fastened each cuff separately, but the traditional usage is to have all of the cuffs attached to a single bar, and this is what I wanted to try next.

Tight Latex

Wed, 28 Feb 2007 00:00:00 +0000

Throughout my bondage experiences, I have been done up in several fetish type clothes such as spandex or leather as a complement to the ropes or shackles which Mistress has put me in. The wickedest clothing has to be latex! I have shared some latex stories with you before; I enjoy lounging around the house wearing a latex catsuit or being restrained while my body gets terminally excited by the feel of the sensuous second skin. One time when I had stopped in to see Mistress, she had a very special gleam in her eye, and she said she had some special plans for me.

Plastic Fun

Tue, 30 Jan 2007 00:00:00 +0000

Bob was on his way home from work, a hard day it was with his feet killing him. He just missed the green light and had to make a quick stop, so he slammed on the brakes. Sitting there all frustrated and hot, he glances over and notices a big car pull up next to him, he glances inside and Bob spy’s three young beautiful looking women, and all three happen to be staring at him smiling. This of course cheers Bob up quickly. The driver he notices licks her lips while staring at him seductively, right there Bob begins to feel his hardness in his pants swell. So the light turns green and Bob feels that was what he needed to cheer him up, in was otherwise a real shitty day.

Gina’s Flight into Reality

Tue, 12 Apr 2005 00:00:00 +0000

Gina’s Flight into Reality by Sir James Updated & Authorised version of this story

Gina stood in front of the mirror, turning from side to side admiring the curve of her breasts, the flatness of her belly and the fullness of her figure. “All most perfect”, she remarked to herself. “Not an ounce of excess weight”. As she continued to look in the mirror she thought of the plans she had made for this special day. She wondered what people would think if they knew what she liked to do in her private life and what she was going to do this day.

Just Another Toy on the Shelf 2

Fri, 07 Jan 2005 00:00:00 +0000

(story continues from Just Another Toy on the Shelf)

Just Another Toy on the Shelf 2 by Riptieron Hell

I have been incased in plaster for much too long- I feel thin beneath the plaster, I can just wiggle my legs a little inside my prison of plaster. I am being fed by a faceless person, they come twice a day to feed me, and she always has on a leather mask. I can’t get any sense of how long I have been here, except that it has been at least a year. I have felt a difference in the clothing that the client have worn, indicating that it must be past winter and into the next spring now. I have had many hundreds of thousands of encounters, each one drilling into my body with no regrets or indications that they care what I feel, if anything. They cum inside me, and then back off, sometimes quickly, sometimes not so quickly… they all have the desire inside of them to be able to do what ever they feel like doing to me, and they enjoy doing it.

A Day in the Rain

Mon, 20 Dec 2004 00:00:00 +0000

A Day in the Rain by Bound Becky 2000 A Day in the Rain by Bound Becky 2000

Sarah and I were having a discussion about bondage one day and we shared our thoughts of ways that we wanted to be tied. After a long talk and some laughs we decided to make our dreams a reality. I was first, which for some reason always seems to work out this way. I�ve always had this fantasy about being tied up outside while it was raining. The thought of being helpless while rain drops splash all over you just seems so exciting to me. I couldn�t wait!

Susan’s Game

Mon, 22 Nov 2004 00:00:00 +0000

Susan’s Game by Sammy4187 Susan’s Game by Sammy4187 I am the original author of this story. Visit my dear friend Sara at boundandgagged.net. Also visit her yahoo club, I might bump into you there

My name is Kim and I am 35 years old and live near Lansdale Pennsylvania. I guess you could say that I am a weekend love slave to the most wonderful woman in the world. Her name is Susan. She is 33 years old and petite in build, with long brown hair. The reason I mention her size is that the idea of a smaller woman dominating me, adds to my humiliation and enjoyment. I would like to tell you about an adventure she put me through. It was the most exciting adventure in my life and I enjoyed every minute of it!

The Flag Maker

Mon, 22 Nov 2004 00:00:00 +0000

The Flag Maker by Don Martin The Flag Maker by Don Martin A True Story Of Going For A Social Drink After Work With A Friend And A Meeting With A Girl Who Made Flags. Don Martin

It was late on Friday afternoon and I had finished my business in the City so I popped in to see my friend Peter who ran a small design studio in a converted terrace house near Central Railway. “Come on through.” he called out from the back room when he saw me arrive. “Great timing, we’ve just knocked the top off a bottle of Scotch.”

Prison Bound

Mon, 15 Nov 2004 00:00:00 +0000

Prison Bound by sin_dy Prison Bound by sin_dy It is half past midnight and I am laying here wide awake. Thoughts of bondage drift in and out of my mind. We finished the “Barn Project” last week and I keep wondering when he will lock me up.

Let me explain. I am married to a great guy, that as luck would have it, is also a city cop, a policeman. He took to my bondage craving the very day I revealed my need for the total loss of control and the great feeling to be trussed up and your partner can do anything to you he or she wants. I opened my soul to him and ever since we both have enjoyed bondage to the fullest. It probably is the ultimate in foreplay.

My Initiation

Fri, 29 Oct 2004 00:00:00 +0000

My Initiation by Michelle My Initiation by Michelle

My parents were away for the week, and I was home from university to house sit. I had plenty of work to do before my exams, and was quite content to sit in the garden and revise.

The evening was drawing in, and I was beginning to think about moving inside where the light was better, when I heard a clatter and a thump from over the fence, in our next-door neighbour’s garden. There was a six-foot high fence between us, and I was wondering whether I should check up that everything was all right, when there was another clatter and a scraping sound.

Saturnalia

Fri, 29 Oct 2004 00:00:00 +0000

Saturnalia by Lobo De la Sombra Saturnalia by Lobo De la Sombra Prologue

“You called, Mistress?”

Relaxing in her chaise lounge, Donna glanced up at the sound of her slave’s voice. As was proper, James knelt at her feet, eyes downcast, awaiting her command. For a long moment, she let her eyes feast on his naked form, lingering briefly here and there. Then she leaned forward and patted the lounge beside her feet.

A Sound And Some Fury

Fri, 22 Oct 2004 00:00:00 +0000

Warning!: if you are underage, under eighteen or the legal age of consent where you live. Please read no further! Warning!: this story contains aspects of S&M, bondage, rubber and other fetishes, if you are uncomfortable with these issues, please do not read. This story is rated XXX Thank you and please enjoy. RK.

A shrill cry erupted as the crop dug in to the quivering asscheecks of the rubber-clad women hanging from the rings in the ceiling, the chains attached to the cuffs on her wrists and to the complex combination corset and body harness she was strapped, laced and belted into. She swayed sobbing, yet praying to god for the crop to fall again, to fan the fires in her loins higher still, to at last let her cum. she was so, so ready to cum, the teasing and torture of the past hours only serving to bring her shuddering to the edge, over and over again, never being allowed to slide over into orgasmic bliss.

A Winding Path

Fri, 22 Oct 2004 00:00:00 +0000

Warning! This story is intended for persons over the age of eighteen and should not be viewed by those under that age or the legal age of consent where you live. Warning! This story contains aspects of rubber fetishism and other sexual acts and practices that may be offensive to some people. This story is for Adults ONLY! If you don’t like seeing things such as this, Please, read no further. Unless authorized by the writer, this story is considered copyrighted and is the intellectual property thereof. Please do not post to pay sites or any place else with out the authors permission. Thank you and please enjoy.

What The Babysitter Found

Fri, 22 Oct 2004 00:00:00 +0000

Warning! this story deals with Alternate human sexuality. Namely: Rubber fetishism, B&D, solo, mmmfff, mf, Fam, Ect, as well as other types of fetishes and should not be viewed by persons under the age of Eighteen or whatever may be the legal age of consent wherever you may live. This is a work of fiction and should not be construed to be reality in any way, shape or form (although it could be) and if you should happen to be offended by anything herein, don’t say I didn’t warn you. Warning! This story is the intellectual property of the author and is considered to be copyrighted, it may be posted on free sites or other places where persons can read it for nothing, it should not be used anywhere else without the authors written permission. Or else! Rubberking@Rubberist.net.

The Journey

Tue, 12 Oct 2004 00:00:00 +0000

The Journey by Rainbow Golding The Journey by Rainbow Golding Finally, Christina had everything she needed from the shops. It was a ridiculously menial chore, but it had to be done. Moving outside the local supermarket, Christina rolled her trolley slowly towards her hatchback, and reached into her pocket to fetch her car keys, so she could open the boot. In the parking bay next to her, she spotted a familiar sight. It was Melanie’s Land Rover, towering above the rest of the cars. Soon enough, Christina spotted her friend moving towards her, carrying two paper bags under her arms. Just before Mel reached her car, the bags split, depositing the contents all over the car park.

The Trap

Tue, 12 Oct 2004 00:00:00 +0000

The Trap by Wanda The Trap by Wanda Comments are welcomed

Tara and I had been co-workers for a few months at a clothing company that specialized in latex, SM, and bondage wear. We both got the job at around the same time, although Tara would have everyone believe that she started earlier than me.

The truth is that ever since we started we have been competing with one another in all our projects. We know that the company only needs one fetish fashion designer, and i know she’s doing everything in her power to retain her title.

Tight Shipping

Tue, 12 Oct 2004 00:00:00 +0000

Tight Shipping - (part two of Tight Storage)

Sara remained locked away for six days in Jason’s basement before he finally let her out. She was sore, stiff and very hungry. She was glad to be able to move again and rub her sore body. Jason let her take a shower while he made a meal for her. After the shower she came down the stairs to the dinning room wearing nothing and sat down at the table.

Fair Exchange

Sat, 18 Sep 2004 00:00:00 +0000

Fair Exchange by Zack Fair Exchange by Zack “Hello, Miranda, this is Amy.”

“I’m not talking to you—”

“Please don’t hang up,” Amy pleaded.

Miranda almost hissed out the question. “What do you want?”

“I called to apologize for what I said,” Amy began, trying to sound appropriately contrite.

“Fine, I accept your apology.” Miranda was still suspicious. “Is that all you called about? I’m not giving you any money.”

School Of Rubber 2: Breakfast for a rubberdolly

Sat, 18 Sep 2004 00:00:00 +0000

SCHOOL OF RUBBER; Breakfast for a rubberdolly (note that dolly now refers to herself as dolly as her free will is all but gone)

3 weeks after enrollment.

Samantha Morton was no more! In her place existed dolly, a fully rubberised sex toy, available for rent or sale to the most perverted (& highest) bidder. She was now starting her training in the art of rubber pleasure.

Dolly awoke as soon as the bright lights in her room snapped on. The room was bare apart from an open wardrobe, overflowing with rubber clothing of all designs, colours & purposes. A whipping horse sat against one wall, the whole room was smothered in rubber, rubber wallpaper, rubber curtains & even tufted rubber carpet! Dolly lay on a rubber bed, in fact, she was vaccumn sealed into it. Immediately she felt the tightness of the rubber sheets that imprisoned her like a fly in amber. The fullness of her crotch overtaken by the intense vibrations caused by the two immense dildo’s.

The Game - Part 2

Sat, 18 Sep 2004 00:00:00 +0000

(story continues from The Game)

The Game - Part 2 by Rainbow Golding The Game - Part 2 by Rainbow Golding The game had become a lot more serious than Jeremy and Megan’s initial gambit. Jeremy had been busy…

One week after their first meeting – Megan found herself in one hell of a predicament. She was wearing nothing but her own sweat glistening gently in the moonlight. Her feet remained unbound – but her knees were cinched tightly together with a simple length of clothesline. Her wrists and elbows were bound firmly, and were raised high above her back. Megan’s delicate hands were attached to one of the ceiling rafters, and she was going nowhere – on strapado.

The Wedding

Sat, 18 Sep 2004 00:00:00 +0000

The Wedding by Gagged20 The Wedding by Gagged20 In a small, secluded country, they have a rather unusual wedding tradition. After the bride and groom have been courting for a few years, and there is a wedding proposal, the wedding date is set. Guests and the wedding party are called and invited, and reservations are made, much like they are here in the US. However, there are a few things that happen. Let me tell you of my personal accounts.

Woodland Weekend

Sat, 18 Sep 2004 00:00:00 +0000

A Woodland Weekend by subcentcalmale A Woodland Weekend by subcentcalmale

Friday morning could not get here soon enough. All week I had been both dreading and anticipating our weekend up in the hills at a “discreet” cabin far from civilization. The cabin belonged to a friend of Yours, and i had no doubt due to her financial and lifestyle status that it was posh as well as extremely well-equipped for those who’s proclivities included all forms of BDSM play. W/we left the house around 7 a.m., eager to get there early. The trip itself wasn’t overly exerting, only a three and a half hour drive up into the mountains, and the last thirty minutes of that was up the private road to the cabin itself.

My First Time Tied

Sun, 12 Sep 2004 00:00:00 +0000

My First Time Tied by Mike Thomas My First Time Tied by Mike Thomas

This is the true accounting of the very first time I was tied up. First, some background leading up to the incident. The summer of ‘68 was one of those hot, humid ones that everyone hates. The kind where the temperature & the humidity race each other to see which can get higher. I’m a 16 year old male, with a secret I couldn’t tell anyone. I LOVED to wear women’s underwear. Especially Panties & Slips (half or Full). The feel of the nylon against my skin just sent me into heaven. I was able to hide this fairly well, occasionally wearing panties to school & sleeping in slips. My parents decided to go on a driving vacation to Virginia & Florida, taking my younger brother with them. I elected to stay…. mainly because I could wear my “special” clothes all day long. They left on Sat & the trouble began on Tuesday night. It was sweltering that night, but I still wore my favorite panty & slip. Sometime during the night I was awakened by a noise. (I figure it was around 2/3 am) I wasn’t sure I had actually heard anything since I was partially asleep, so I laid there listening for it again. I didn’t hear anything so I figured it must have come from outside (maybe a car door or something). Since I had to pee anyway I got up to go to the bathroom. I leave my room & turn towards the bathroom, I take a few steps when I’m shoved up against a wall from behind. Two males had a hold of me & were telling to to be quiet (at least I think they were - I was so scared I pretty much blanked out anything they said - I’m sure they made comments about my garb - who wouldn’t?) They said I wouldn’t be hurt & to come with them. (from this point on I’ll refer to them as #1 & #2) #1 held my arms tightly while #2 tied one of my mothers scarves into my mouth so tight that the corners of my mouth hurt. They then each took one arm & led me down the stairs to the first floor. I pleaded with them not to hurt me & I guess I got a little too loud because #1 punched me in the stomach. Not too hard but enough to knock the wind out of me. I didn’t resist much after that. They took me down into the cellar. The main cellar light was on. That’s when I realized how they got in. I hadn’t closed the cellar windows (I forgot all week long). One window is above the stairs & the other is on the opposite side, on the neighbors driveway. I quickly looked at that window & that’s when I decided it wouldn’t be so bad. As long as these guys didn’t hurt me I’d be ok. (My neighbor parks his car at the window & he leaves for work early. I’ll just wait for him then yell up & he’ll rescue me.) In the few seconds these thoughts went through my head, the burglars took me to the middle of the cellar where a kitchen chair was all ready for me. They sat me down & proceeded to tie me up. Or, should I say tape me up since that’s what they used. #1 taped my legs to the chair legs & #2 taped my wrist together behind the chair. #2 then taped my body & arms to the chair back & # 1 did the same to my thighs. As they were doing this # 2 was asking me where the money & any valuables were. I told me (as best I could gagged) that there’s only a few hundred $$ in the house & where they would find them. I’d have told them anything they wanted to hear. When they were finished taping me up they use another scarf to blindfold me. I don’t know why since they were wearing stocking masks. I heard them speaking to each other softly. Then # 2 leans in from behind me & says “You’ve been very helpful. Now there’s one more thing I need you to do”. I was about to ask what he wanted but all I got out was “What”. As soon as my mouth opened he started cramming a large piece of cloth into my mouth. The cleave gag prevented it from going in to far but it did make my mouth open quite a bit. (causing more pain to the corners) When it was in as far as it would go #1 slapped a piece of tape over it. Then # 2 started wrapping more tape around my head. I then heard one of them go & close the 2 windows. My heart sunk. Freedom escaped me. #2 went upstairs & #1 pinched me hard. #2 then came back & said that he could hardly hear anything. They then left me & went upstairs (after turning out the lights). I immediately started working to get loose but I couldn’t get any leverage to fight the tape. I thought I’d try to loosen the gag by pushing on the wadding against the tape. it was then I made a discovery. My tongue came upon something I recognized & when I did I almost retched. It touched elastic, the elastic I’d come to love so well. That means I was gagged with panties. Not only that, but they had to be from the dirty laundry basket not more than 8 feet from me. (I was supposed to do the laundry Sun but I didn’t feel like it) This meant they were my Mothers dirty panties!! I couldn’t believe it. Knowing my mother, I knew they were very dirty. It took all I could muster not to vomit. After a while the guys came down to check up on me & told me they were leaving. I continued to fight the tape but to no avail. Finally I decided to just wait it out. After what seemed an eon I heard my neighbor leave his house. I screamed into my gag as hard as I could. But he didn’t hear me. My last hope drove off & left me. Now I was really scared, how the hell was I going to get free?? I had mental pictures of myself dying down there from dehydration or something. It was hot as hell & I was sweating like a pig. The gag naturally made me thirsty & I had wet myself twice already I was running out of liquids. The worse part was not being able to see anything. During the course of the day people were within feet of meet & didn’t hear me yelling. The wife of my neighbor came out several times & the paperboy & mailman dropped by. it was very frustrating. My only hope would be if a neighbor came over to check on me & if the door wasn’t locked (it was). I blacked out several times, from the heat probably. Man, you’d think with all the sweating I did it would loosen the tape somewhere. They used good quality duct tape. Finally, something dawned on me. There used to be an old knife down here. It came with the house & is never used (as far as I know) but it should be here. I believe it is on the shelving by the stairs. Unfortunately, the chair had moved a bit during my struggles & I’m not sure which way I facing. I start moving the chair backwards a little at a time, I could only move maybe 2 inches at a try. I finally hit something & realize I’m going in the wrong direction . At least now I knew where I was & very slowly & very hard I was able to move the chair the right way. By now my arms where numb so I knew I had to be very careful not to drop the knife when I found it. Finally, I reached the shelves & found the knife. I didn’t know how I was going to work this, but I decided to slip the handle thru the chair back sliding it under my ass. When I was sure it was going to stay put I tried to slice the tape on my wrists. It was very dull but eventually it did cut the tape enough so I could rip the rest. My hands were pretty useless for awhile, I had to wait for the pins & needles to stop. (Good thing I was gagged). I then started to work on my upper body, my thighs & finally my legs. I couldn’t move right away. I sat there, weak from the experience. I tried to remove the gag, but it stuck to much to my hair. I went over to the tub basin & but my head under the faucet. God, it that feel good!! After a few minutes I was able to peal away the tape without loosing too much hair. I pulled out the panties, but I couldn’t untie the scarf. It had been tied to tight too long. So I went upstairs with it still on. I found some scissors & cut it off. I looked at the clock & it was almost 9:00 PM! I’d been tied up for almost 18 hours. That is my story. Needless to say, I NEVER forgot to close & lock the windows again. The men where never caught (as far as I know). I’m just grateful they didn’t hurt me. THE END

The Mall Adventure

Mon, 06 Sep 2004 00:00:00 +0000

(story continues from The Mall Adventure)

The Mall Adventure- Part 3 by Scott Akins The Mall Adventure3 by Scott Akins James didn’t waste much time with that request. He worked the ring into Jenni’s mouth and behind her teeth. It was a tight fit and he wondered just how long the woman could take such a large gag. He then buckled all the straps to a comfortable level. The ring was big enough that the straps weren’t necessary to actually hold the ring in place much. Sara noticed the fact that he didn’t pull the straps down as tight as he could.

School of Rubber

Wed, 04 Aug 2004 00:00:00 +0000

The beginning

It was towards the end of semester that my life changed. My name is (or was) Samantha Morton & I was a college student at a small mid-west campus. I was a normal,18 year old girl. Blonde, slim but with large 36-D breasts that had caused me some embarrassment in the past. I usually wore baggy sweatshirts to cover them up & jeans. I knew I’d never be as pretty as the girls on the cheerleading circuit. One day, Mitchell Thomas, the school hunk, asked me over to help him study biology. I gigglingly said yes!

The Herb Plot 7 & 8

Wed, 04 Aug 2004 00:00:00 +0000

(story continues from The Herb Plot 11)_

The Star Fleet Series The Herb Plot- Chapter 7 by Zack The Herb Plot by Zack Chapter 7 Interloper moved through hyperspace, if ‘moved’ could be applied in the context of traveling outside of space and time.

The message from the Admiralty was addressed to the Interloper’s commanding officer, and after Captain Goda read the rescue orders she sent for Lieutenant Commander Pami Erig, Officer-in-Charge of the Special Activities Detachment. “Well, Pami, you’re going to have a chance to try out your new organization. Two anthropologists from the University of Zarn have gone missing in Avorna. That’s a medieval kingdom on the third planet of star H662541034.” (Captain Goda always gave the star number. No one else cared.)

Tryst with a Twist

Wed, 04 Aug 2004 00:00:00 +0000

Tryst with a Twist by Lewd Lloyd Tryst with a Twist by Lewd Lloyd

The lounge was pretty much like any other lounge in any other large downtown hotel late on a weeknight. Only a few customers remained. The bartender had started his closing activities, wiping the glasses as he had a thousand times before. A young man sat at the bar finishing the last of several beers.

Vicki, pretty in her thirties, sat at a table, immaculately attired in a stylish business suit. She had kicked off her high heels as she playfully sipped her customary daiquiri.

How They Met

Sun, 18 Jul 2004 00:00:00 +0000

Hi Gromet! Here’s a little story I wrote for a friend. I thought you might like to add it to your website. Best regards, Rubbernun How They Met by Rubbernun Angelina stood in front of the cemetery’s gate. Alright, maybe she shouldn’t do it, but on the other hand, the party had already started and she didn’t want to miss the right time to hit on the new guy. She really had a crush on him, that’s why she had herself spiced up a bit more than usual. The short blouse and microskirt of her schoolgirl uniform didn’t take much time, but she had really worked on her pointy red fingernails, and it seemed forever until they dried. Now it was already dark but, heck, the way over the graveyard would save her precious time.

The Game

Sun, 18 Jul 2004 00:00:00 +0000

The Game by Anna

Mistress. · Do you get bored watching your slave while he is being punished? Shouldn’t punishment just be done, leaving you to get on with something more useful? · Fancy playing a computer game where your slave gets the punishment for your mistakes?

Slave. · Have you every wanted, just once, to get your mistress back?

If either of the answers to these questions are ‘Yes’, read on. Okay, this is an advert, well, sort of, but let me explain.

A Taxing Day

Thu, 20 May 2004 00:00:00 +0000

A Taxing Day by Gowenlock A Taxing Day By Gowenlock

Saturday, April 13th, 2002, and Saturday, April 12th, 2003, have something in common. They are the last Saturday before the income tax filing deadline of April 15th. My husband George is a procrastinator, and always waits until the last weekend to prepare his tax return. We are both self-employed professionals, and so we file separately. (My tax return had already gone out in the mail).

Julies Surprise 5

Thu, 20 May 2004 00:00:00 +0000

(story continues from Julie’s Surprise Part 4)

Julie’s Surprise

Part 5 by Kermit Julies Surprise 5 by Kermit Fantasy - Part 5 © Kermit 2003

“I’ve got a idea” Julie said, “why don’t we get her to cook and clean and be a general skivvy, meanwhile stimulating her pussy and clit, to provide a little entertainment for you and me”

To this I said, “hmmm… good idea.” Go through the case and look for a collar and cuffs.”

A Novel Idea

Mon, 10 May 2004 00:00:00 +0000

(story continues from A Novel Idea 3)

A Novel Idea- Part 4 by Tied2achair A Novel Idea by Tied2aChair Pain unlike rain never does stop. Just when you think it might let up it finds a new way of reminding you that it is there. The reminder that he was getting came from the strangest of places his neck. The six or so layers of duct tape that currently encompassed his neck were beginning to stick to his neck hair thus when he turned his neck whack instant nair no more neck hair and a heck of lot of pain. Then came his cock and balls they were encased in two separate cuffs fastened extremely tight thus his wrists could not move without tugging on an already swollen and rock hard member. So he tried to be as still as possible knowing that the slightest move in any direction would mean instant torment and of course more pain.

Officer Strong : First Weekend 2

Mon, 10 May 2004 00:00:00 +0000

(story continues from Officer Strong: First Weekend)

**Officer Strong: First Weekend (II : Saturday)** by Inmate Officer Strong : First Weekend 2 by Inmate

After the strains of his day inmate 26 had finally fallen into bits of deep sleep At some point in the night, he awoke to the sound of new prisoners being led into their cells. How many others? He tried to recount the number of cell doors being slammed shut, or gauge the sound of chains across concrete. How many new inmates had been sealed in for the night?

Leather Jeans

Fri, 30 Apr 2004 00:00:00 +0000

Leather Jeans by Seahawk Leather Jeans by Seahawk A dormant fetish leads to a journey down the road to discovery. A short story by Seahawk.

Manchester weather was up to its usual bad habits – rain west of the Pennines is always more persistent than the drier climate of Steve’s native Leeds. Grimacing at the grey November sky from which a mix of sleet and wet was inexorably falling, he heaved himself from the car and into a nearby shop to ask for directions, vainly attempting to keep his eye on the car. Salford is one of the least salubrious districts of Greater Manchester. Its dubious reputation is widely known. As he enters the shop, he is mildly surprised by the warm smell of leather, unexpected. The shop front bore the legend: “Italian Fashions”, but no mention of leather.

One Hot Session

Fri, 30 Apr 2004 00:00:00 +0000

One Hot Session by Otto Dix One Hot Session by Otto Dix Dear Mistress E. Last night I did what you had instructed me to do. It felt like I had a cannonball in the pit of my stomach as I made my way upstairs to my bedroom with the necessary equipment in hand. The ice-cube release mechanism was already started. Two cubes were used so as to give sufficient time for completing the self-bondage, and suffering. I collected the gear from the attached garage, which was quite cold, and seeing how I was wearing only a pair of nylons, I was anxious to return to my warm bedroom. In my hands, I carried chains, rope, locks, and …. one bottle of Tabasco sauce. I placed the small red bottle on the nightstand and placed the chains and rope on the bed, neatly beside the other implements I would be using, one pair of handcuffs, a stainless steel shackle, and three very small cock rings. My nylons had a reinforced opening in front which exposed my cock and balls. It’s an alteration I did myself. There is nothing more erotic for me than the image of silky, uniform, black nylon clad legs, tightly and neatly bound. I would much rather be looking at those of a willing damsel, but at times I have to be satisfied with looking at my own. I also enjoy the feel of them, especially the rope binding against the nylon fabric. It’s not uncommon for me to tie up my wife. We keep a pair of stay-ups in our goody bag along with a scarf and cuffs. I usually start with cuffing her hands to the top of the bed. I take my time, running my hands down her body once her hands are secured, and she is properly blindfolded. I stroke her legs and lightly trail my fingers over her mound as she pushes her pelvis upward, hoping for some manual stimulation of her lips and clit. But all she gets is light teasing touch, and I can see her lips parting and her moisture level rising. “Soon enough” I say, “soon enough”. I take a pillow and place it beside her hips. She instinctively knows what to do. She places both feet firmly on the bed, and raises her hips and I slip the pillow under her beautiful bare ass. With her ass raised, it gives me good access to her soaking wet pit of quivering flesh. I can suck and lick and drink her in and occasionally penetrate her deeply with a finger or two just when she needs it to send her over the edge. But before she gets some sugar, she needs to pay the price. I’m not tying her up because she likes it (although it certainly seems to make wetter than usual). I’m tying her up because I want her tied up. While preparing for an evening of sex, I’ll tell to put the stay-ups on, and she’ll know what comes next. I take my time running my hands up and down her body, trailing a bathrobe sash cord over her from her neck, around her breasts, over her lips, and down her leg. When I’m done touching her, I take one ankle firmly in hand, and place it in the middle of the bed, with her knee bent outward. Then I take the other, and cross one ankle over the other. Methodically, I wrap her ankles with the soft cord, alternating in both horizontal and vertical wraps, and finish with a cinch to tighten it up and ensure that her ankle bones are not pressed up against each other. Before getting down to business, I usually spend about 15 to 20 minutes putting dabs of cool vanilla pudding in strategic positions, and licking them off with ample sucking. However, I never put pudding between her lower lips. Besides for a variety of health related reasons, it just wouldn’t be right to be licking her there so soon into the session. When I am finally ready, I lift her bound ankles, and crawl head first up to your waiting and eager hips, and lay her calves on my back. In this position, she does not need to position or support her legs at all. She can just relax and let go, let go of everything else and absorb the long awaited devouring of her sweet fruit of passion. I take it slow as though I am making a good meal last, a nibble there, and nibble here. There is no sense in rushing in until she’s good and ready to be flung forcibly over the edge of ecstasy. Her mouth opens and she begins breathing rapidly in shallow breaths. This is her “tell”. This is how I know she is ready. I concentrate on her clit with slow and gentle up and down strokes like a paint brush, pausing slightly between strokes. As she starts moaning, I plunge a finger deep into her and speed up the licking.

Safe Haven

Fri, 30 Apr 2004 00:00:00 +0000

Safe Haven by Lewd Lloyd Safe Haven by Lewd Lloyd

“Kera, can you step in here for a minute to take a letter?” It was the familiar voice of Kera’s boss Harry on the intercom.

“Be right there,” she replied, picking up her steno pad.

Kera was the quintessential pretty secretary - gorgeous, in fact - even into her late thirties, and her stylish wardrobe was an asset to any office decor.

Janice 3 The Conclusion

Tue, 20 Apr 2004 00:00:00 +0000

Janice in Bondage 3 – The Conclusion by Pimpernell Janice 3 – The Conclusion by Pimpernell

Janice’s heart skipped a beat when Mark’s eyes met hers across the dim half-light of the Club Domino’s dance floor. Slowly he approached her booth and stood before her.

“May I sit down?” he asked, obviously unsure of himself.

“Please do, Mark…By the way, is that your real name?” she replied.

“Yes, it is. I’m here to… make up for what I did…that other night. Is there any way you can forgive me?”

The Ride Home

Tue, 20 Apr 2004 00:00:00 +0000

The Ride Home by Lewd Lloyd The Ride Home by Lewd Lloyd

“Well, you’ve got your basic ‘greasy spoon’ truck stop,” said Brian with mock disdain. “You certainly have unusual taste in restaurants.”

Brian never said exactly what he was thinking. With him it was almost a rule. He was always sure to leave a little something subject to interpretation. His apparently quiet nature belied his continuously active and highly inventive mind.

Working Late 2

Tue, 20 Apr 2004 00:00:00 +0000

(story continues from Working Late)

Part Two

Julie had enjoyed a productive summer. In fact, the past year had rushed by in a blur which, upon reflection, seemed to consist of her rushing to classes, or staying up until two or three in the morning working on assignments, fuelled by strong coffee (Dark roast, percolated on her stove in a steel coffee pot which produced the sort of thick, strong, rocket fuel essential to late night study.) or beer. After her assignments had been handed in, or she had sat an exam, there would inevitably be a party, several of which she only just remembered, the precise details of which had been eradicated through the excess of beer and dope that accompanied such occasions.

Our Rack

Tue, 30 Mar 2004 00:00:00 +0000

Our Rack by Bound Becky 2000 Our Rack by Bound Becky 2000

We wanted a rack so why not build one right? The 4 of us got together and drew up some plans and threw out ideas on how to build it. After a few hours of brainstorming and arguing, we had it figured out. There was an old “come along”, at least that’s what I’ve heard it called, in our garage. It has a hook on both ends and a winch so you can hook something to something else and crank the arm of the winch and pull it forward. We took it and cleaned it up nice. We found 3 saw horses in the barn that we could use too. We needed a few 10’ long 2 x 4 pieces of wood and some other hardware so we borrowed Amy’s dad’s truck and headed off to the store.

Surprise Christmas Present

Tue, 30 Mar 2004 00:00:00 +0000

Surprise Christmas Present by Wanda Surprise Christmas Present by Wanda Comments are welcomed

It’s amazing the secrets you can keep from the people that matter most to you. Take me and my boyfriend for example. We had been dating two whole years and he had no idea that I was heavily into bondage. Living in separate houses of course helps keep some privacy. At that time he had his own place and I had my little apartment. I had just graduated college and was working as a nurse. He tried convincing me to move in with him but I told him that my parents would never condone me living with any man other than my husband.

The Footstall

Tue, 30 Mar 2004 00:00:00 +0000

The Footstall by boytoy The Footstall by boytoy

“Be a good little boy while I’m gone” was the last thing i heard as You padded out of the room to change.

Not like there was much i could do anyway, considering my situation. After all, how much trouble could i get into while bound, gagged and blindfolded on my hands and knees to this footstool? If it wasn’t humiliating enough i was drooling around the ballgag, i was leaking profusely from my cock despite the fact Mistress had roped it and my balls up good and tight and tied them off to the front two legs of the footstool where my hands were bound with thick leather straps. my legs were strapped tight against the other two legs with similar straps. my ankle cuffs were connected by a short spreader bar, which was tied off to something unknown, since i could barely raise my ankles an inch off the carpet.

The Keep Part 1 - The Tour

Tue, 30 Mar 2004 00:00:00 +0000

The Keep - Part One - The Tour by Ganger The Keep Part 1 - The Tour by Ganger

For years, even as a young girl, I had dreamed of visiting a real castle. You know the ones pictured in the movies with endless stone steps and dark rooms lit only by torchlight. After several years of work after college, I was able to afford to book a tour of medieval castles of Europe. This was to be a 14-day tour to see the best Europe had to offer.

Vacation in Reno

Tue, 30 Mar 2004 00:00:00 +0000

Jan 27, 2004

Hi,

My experience with Ringgag is much different than the rest of the posts. I was looking for a weekend in slavery following a week long conference for my business in Reno. I started email discussions with Ringgag spelling out exactly what kinds of things I was looking for with him and if they really could be made to happen. He said he could make it all a reality for me.

Among The Missing Chapter 2

Sat, 20 Mar 2004 00:00:00 +0000

Among The Missing- Part 2 by Rubberwolf

Among The Missing Chapter 2 by Rubberwolf

Ann stared at the address that Mrs Birgett had given her as the car engine idled in the McDonalds parking lot. The empty wrappers proclaimed her lunch had consisted of a Big Mac and large fries. She slurped the last of the medium coke as she studied the town map, which she had spread out on the passenger seat. Having decided upon the best route to Nicky Burgetts apartment, she finished her drink, folded the map, so that the street she was heading for was still visible from her position, before selecting first gear and turning on to Fremont.

Living Art

Sat, 20 Mar 2004 00:00:00 +0000

Living Art by Mike Living Art - Chapter One

“Oh Christ !”, thought Jane “What the hell I am doing here”, though she thought “It is not so much where I am as what I am about to do”. What she was about to do was model / wear / suffer one of the most amazing fetish fashion outfits ever created. Jane knew the outfit was amazing it was her job to know.

New Arrival

Sat, 20 Mar 2004 00:00:00 +0000

New Arrival by ? Tina awoke one morning as she always did. She had trained herself to get up at 5:00, and she had trained herself well, because Jeff didn’t like alarm clocks and if Tina didn’t wake up right on schedule she’d receive three lashes for every minute she was off. She slowly climbed out of bed, careful not to wake Jeff. Her wrists were bonded securely to her thighs, and her ankles were held together with a 6-inch chain, but she could still move around with mild mobility. She had practiced this often. She went to the corner, where the time-lock safe would open at exactly 5:01. It did, and she carefully reached in and picked up the key that was inside with her mouth. After another five minutes of careful work, she was able to free herself from her bonds.

Racked

Sat, 20 Mar 2004 00:00:00 +0000

Racked by Seahawk Racked by Seahawk Seahawk@ukonline.co.uk Water was dripping from somewhere. Drip, drip, DRIP. A steady beat, unchanging, unrelenting. The only sound in the complete blackness of the small cell in which I sat, back against a rough stone wall. Individual grains of stone bore into my skin, harsh, cold, damp.

Shifting position did not help. All that broke the sound of water was the clink of chains, the chains that secured my ankles to an iron ring set into the stone floor. Not much scope for movement, with only a couple of inches of slack between ankles and this hateful ring of incarceration.

The Pole

Sat, 20 Mar 2004 00:00:00 +0000

Her legs were cramping again. The long period of standing, of not being able to bend her legs was slowly wearing her out. She didn’t know how long it had been, but it felt like hours. Her hands went to her neck for what must be the hundredth time, running along the leather around her neck.

Writing My Future 5

Sat, 20 Mar 2004 00:00:00 +0000

(story continues from Writing My Future 4)

Writing my Future- Part 5 by julise Writing my Future - Part 3 by julise Lisa stopped in what seemed like a dining room. As I could only look down, I only saw legs of a table and chairs but it was definitely some sort of very formal dining area. We stopped for a minute, I guess so that Lisa could surmise where to put me, and then I felt her tug on my collar again. She stopped me before a chair at the head of the table and pushed on my shoulders sending me into a kneeling position. When my knees reached the hard floor, Lisa wrapped my chain leash around the heavy table leg and then locked it there with a sturdy padlock. The click of the padlock seemed to echo in my ears and taunt me with the permanence of my situation. I fought back what seemed like an endless supply of tears. I had cried more in the last day and a half then I had ever cried before. It just wasn’t fair. Sometimes that was the only thought that went through my mind over and over again. It just wasn’t fair. I felt Lisa lean down and her breath was on my neck again.

David and Linda - The Beginning

Wed, 10 Mar 2004 00:00:00 +0000

David and Linda

The Beginning by Richard George David and Linda - The Beginning by Richard George

The soft scent of Gardenia perfume remains in my mind as the first impression of Linda. That and her deep blue eyes held my attention from the moment we met. Staring into those pools of blue as I shook her hand I couldn’t help noticing the subtle aroma of gardenia . . .and something else. I couldn’t place it right then but her perfume affected me and I felt a stirring in my pants. She smiled and I thought I saw a hint of desire in her face as well. We exchanged the usual pleasantries before we left for the restaurant. For a blind date, Linda exceeded my expectations. Auburn hair framed her face and accented her eyes. Her body was well proportioned and each feature seemed to flow into the next with the perfection of a sculpture. The silk blouse she wore helped my male tendencies to undress her with my eyes. Her breasts appeared firm even without the benefit of a bra. Maybe it was the coolness of the evening air but I couldn’t help noticing her nipples were as hard as I was. As she turned to go out the door I took a long look at her behind. Her skirt hugged her hips and buns and gave me a nearly perfect image of them. The bottom seam of her blouse formed a half moon line across the middle of her buns. The stirring in my loins increased when I realized no panty lines were present.

Didi's Story

Wed, 10 Mar 2004 00:00:00 +0000

Didi’s Story by ? Death and the wind kissed in the treetops and showered me with a golden rain of falling leaves as I hurried down Rue Des Halles for yet another last minute business meeting. At least I was spending a cold, late autumn weekend in Paris. The sun was beginning to set, hunching shouldered people scurrying past me, the light falling fast as I entered my hotel lobby which was basking in a soft velvety glow cast from the magnificent chandeliers above. I had such a chill in my bone as the concierge handed me the key to my suite. I couldn’t wait to get to my room and open my ‘special’ suitcase. In a romantic city like Paris, one must always be prepared.

Jodie Bound, Part I

Wed, 10 Mar 2004 00:00:00 +0000

Jodie Bound- Part 1 by Boundfellow Jodie Bound, Part I by Boundfellow

Susan and her kinky girly-boy husband Karen had been working on Jodie for months. Before meeting Susan and Karen, Jodie had only been a guy. A horny and curious guy, but always a guy. A guy named Jim. Then, Susan got Jim to shave his body, buy a wig, and cross-dress on webcam. Susan prided herself on her control over men; she was pretty and seductive, and she could make men do anything.

My First Time

Wed, 10 Mar 2004 00:00:00 +0000

My First Time by A friend of Adam Egg My First Time by A friend of Adam Egg adamegg6751@yahoo.com or adamegg2 in the forum © 2003 - Adam Egg - Used by permission When this was first written, it was fiction but has become fact. It was a beautiful day and she was on her way to an exciting new adventure. He was waiting for her. She could feel her heart start racing as she neared his house. What would it be like… would she enjoy it… it was their first time together and she knew his desires. Would she please him as she had hoped? She was new to this and he was so experienced. Would she meet his expectations? The more she thought, the more it felt like her heart would jump out of her chest. The excitement, the anticipation. As she neared his door, she felt herself tremble. She slowly reached up to ring the door bell. As she waited for him to answer, a million things were running through her mind. Should she leave now before he made it to the door? But she needed to know. She needed to feel him close. Feel his warmth and kindness. She jumped as the door opened. Too late to run now. His warm smile and sparkling eyes invited her in telling her it was safe. She walked into the room, as she heard the door close behind her. She stood waiting for him. He slowly walked up to her, and as she looked up at him, he could see the fear and uncertainty in her eyes. He took her in his arms and felt her quiver with excitement. He knew she was ready for the taking. He held her calmly. He smelled her scent as he buried his face in her neck, kissing it gently. A whimper escaped her lips. He held her close until she calmed. Slowly, he released her. She looked deep into his eyes. He was looking behind her… to a table. “There.” She followed his eyes and saw the ropes. The very things that would rob her of her freedom. “Bring them to me.” Could she do it? Could she give herself totally to him? Could she take the freedom robbers to him? She lowered her eyes to the floor and walked over to the table. With trembling hands she picked up the ropes. She held them in her hand for a moment - feeling the thickness and strength of them. Soon. Soon they would bind her wrists. Soon she would loose her freedom. So soon. She quietly turned and looked at him. He stood there, watching her every movement and waiting patiently. Slowly, she returned and stopped in front of him. He was pleased. He reached for her hand, taking it in his as he led her to the bedroom. He felt her hesitation, but he was a patient man. She followed him. Followed him to the room where she would experience new heights of pleasure. She stood by the bed, waiting for his next command. He lay the ropes on the bed and slowly started to unbutton her shirt. She stood there quietly, eyes closed, as she allowed him to undress her. His hands gently ran over her. He felt her quiver from his touch. She looked up at him. Their eyes met. He looked at her for a moment… seeing the fear in her eyes. He looked at the ropes on the bed. Was she ready? Did she want this? Without saying a word, she reached down and picked up the ropes. She handed them to him once more and turned her back to him, putting her arms behind her. He smiled. She was ready. He tied her securely, feeling her flinch as he pulled them tight. He feels her anxiety building and wraps his arms around her… holding her. He feels her tense muscles. Again he starts to kiss her neck. She lays her head back against him. He can see the pleasure on her face. He can feel her breath coming in short gasps as he reaches around and caresses her breasts. She quickly draws her breath in at his touch. He can feel her beginning to relax. Her breathing returns to normal. He reaches down to the night stand and picks up the blindfold without her knowing it. He reaches up to slide it over her eyes. She instinctively pulls her head away. He strokes her face gently with his finger. Traces her jaw and across her lips so soft. She lowers her head for him to place the blindfold. He gently pushes her to the bed. The darkness… the darkness frightens her but calms her at the same time. She feels his weight on the bed as he lay beside her. She cannot see… she cannot touch… she is at his mercy. She slightly tilts her head to hear every noise she can. What will he do now? She can only lay there and wait. His desire is to please her… in any way… in every way. She lay trembling as he runs his hand over her body. The pleasure he gives is intense. Touching. Kissing. Stroking. His hand slides down to her legs. He gently parts them, feeling the warmth she has. He needs her now as much as she needs him. He needs to have her. She needs to have him. Their moans of pleasure are unmistakable. Both now lay, breathing heavily… side by side. He reaches over and removes the ropes, then the blindfold. He looks into her eyes. He no longer sees the fear and apprehension… only a smile of satisfaction on her face.

Rubber Submission

Wed, 10 Mar 2004 00:00:00 +0000

Rubber Submission by Nightwish A man applys to an ad for a paid ‘donation’ and gets more than he bargained for.

I was reading a rubberist magazine when I first noticed the ad. It seemed a little unusual for an advert for sperm donors to appear in such a publication but, since other equally absurd ads can appear in sexually oriented magazines I thought little of it. What did catch my eye, however, was the fact that the donors were to be paid a fee, for each time that donated, if they were found acceptable. I went to the E-mail address listed in the ad and filled out the rather lengthly and odd questionaire and simply let it slip my mind.

The Wardrobe

Wed, 10 Mar 2004 00:00:00 +0000

Rachel stood nervously at the foot of her large, empty bed and, taking careful and slightly shaky footsteps, made her way slowly around its familiar edges towards her oversized wardrobe. Her skin felt clammy and sticky, which was normal at this summery time of year, but today, something else having a similar affect on her. Today was a day that she had been waiting to arrive for a great deal of time.

Trapped & Ready for Torment

Wed, 10 Mar 2004 00:00:00 +0000

Trapped & Ready for Torment by Leotardguy Trapped & Ready for Torment by Leotardguy My fetish is a little different from others. It started when my sister was in dance classes and I used to sneak into her room and put on her leotard and tights when I was home alone. I loved the snug feel of the material on my skin! I was ten at the time. Good thing I had not reached puberty or I would have had a problem, as you will see from my future history. When I was in college, I told my girlfriend Susan how great she looked in her exercise outfit when she came over one time en route to an exercise class. I told her my secret but only in the briefest detail to make her think it was a youthful fetish. She suggested that I could stand to shed a few pounds and that I join her in the class. I agreed that I would start the following week. I showed up for class in shorts and t-shirt and was informed by the instructor that the correct, and only, clothing for the class was a leotard and tights; I could see that all the others were dressed that way, in a variety of styles and colors. Knowing that my mindset was already in that direction, even though I had not worn a leotard and tights for a few years - - ever since I grew more than my older sister and could no longer wear hers - - my girlfriend offered to take me shopping. We selected a pair of black tights and a red tank leotard; she had me model them in front of the sales clerk who commented how good I looked in them. One problem was to get my crotch down to the smallest possible size, since it was out in the open. I tried a jockstrap but that bunched it all up. I am not well hung but this made it look like I was. Susan suggested a pair of dance trunks and that seemed to minimize things. But when I showed up for my first class dressed that way, the other women in the class also told me how sexy I looked. Sexy? Well, I couldn’t do any more to “slim down” my crotch. The dance trunks and top layer did keep things in place so there was no bouncing when I did jumping exercises. The workout did me in, and when we went back to Susan’s apartment, I fell asleep on her couch in my leotard and tights. I suddenly awoke to find her stroking the bottom of my balls, and - - you guessed it - - I lost control. She laughed but not too much. After many weeks in the class - - and another trip to the dance store for different outfits - - Susan told me that she could not go to the class that night because she had to fly to California to be near her mother, who had just suffered a stroke. She handed me a new outfit and told me to put it on - - royal blue tights and a black turtleneck leotard. When she was finished zipping me up, I felt her fiddling with the collar and then heard a click. I reached back and found there was a band of leather sewn into the collar of the leotard. One end had a small post which went through the other half of the collar, then through the tab on the leotard’s zipper, and locked with small padlock. “Why did you do that?” “To protect you from the women in the class. Haven’t you seen how they oogle you? I won’t be here when you get back but I will leave the key for you. And I’ll call when I get to California.” Well, Susan was right. When the women in the class saw that she was not there, they paid lots of attention to me. Several suggested that I could go home with them that night. Then one of them behind me saw the padlock! She checked it and announced to the others that I was locked into my leotard and tights. The class started and all I wanted to do was duck out the back door, but that was not possible. After the class, they again surrounded me and one of them announced to me, “I’ve always wanted to touch that nice crotch buried in there.” I tried to stop her but the others held my arms. She stroked my erotic spot, under the balls, and my cock immediately got hard and spit up. No way to hide that! They laughed and teased me, and I ran for the door. I would never be going back there! When Susan called, I told her she was right about the women in the class but I didn’t tell her what had happened. But I did admit to her that I got excited when she clicked that padlock and I realized my situation. She promised that she would do it more often, and not just for exercise class; I told her I was never going back to that bunch of harpies again. As it turned out, this was the last time I talked to her - - she was killed in an automobile accident while rushing her mother to the hospital. I didn’t have Susan any longer but I did have the locking leotard. But that wasn’t really secure; I could easily pull up the leg elastic of the leotard, pull down the waistband of the tights, and take a piss. Then I found the next level of security - - dance trunks, biketard, tights, leotard. But I wanted more, something which would hide the inevitable cum stains. Then I discovered latex briefs; not only did they hide the stains but once they are on and the body sweats a little, they have to be peeled off - - impossible when there are clothes on top of it. From there I graduated one more step, latex briefs with molded butt-plug. And then to the final step, a turtleneck unitard. Now there was no opening at all at the crotch. Absolute security! So what do I do? I put it all on and go shopping, leaving the key at home. I get a haircut, and the female barber always has to ask about the padlock she sees when she puts on the cloth to cover me. I have gone out of town, several hours’ drive away, and before I return I put the outfit on. With the key at home, of course. The butt plug keeps me from shitting (as well as being a constant reminder that it is in me) and the rubber pants keep in any liquid I may let out. Thus, self-bondage with only a locking collar. It’s fun; try it! .

Among The Missing

Sun, 01 Feb 2004 00:00:00 +0000

Among The Missing by Rubberwolf

Among The Missing by Rubberwolf Foreword

Snow blanketed the surrounding landscape and a cold breeze blew in from the grey sea, causing a shudder through the assembled crowd. As if the pale moon were an inadequate illumination for the evening, the lighthouse, jutting out from the island on a narrow peninsular some five miles away, passed it’s strong beam over the people, who still needed the comfort of flash lights to banish the darkness from their midst.

My Turn

Sun, 01 Feb 2004 00:00:00 +0000

My Turn by Graybeard My Turn by Graybeard

Day-1

I don’t know what I sensed first, the voice or the vibration. The voice was computer generated and female and kept repeating “wake up slave” over and over and it seemed very loud but that may have been my headache. What really got my attention was the vibration in my pants, or at least I thought it was my pants. When I finally pried my eyes open I discovered that I had no pants. In fact I had no cloths at all accept for what I instantly recognized as a chastity belt.

Sammy Joe’s Barnyard Self-Bondage 13

Sun, 01 Feb 2004 00:00:00 +0000

Sammy Joe’s Barnyard Self-Bondage by Hagster Sammy Joe’s Barnyard Self-Bondage

Chapter Twenty-Six A Sleeping Partner

Hello friends. If you will recall, my friend Trish and I had been chained together wrist and ankle and were making our way to my parents’ bedroom to get some “sleep”. My other friend Kristen had drunk herself into a stupor and retired alone to my upstairs bedroom. Although Trish and I had imbibed as well, we decided to knock off before we got too loopy. After all, connected as we were, going to the bathroom was difficult enough… I shuddered to think what could happen should one or both of us become sick to our stomachs! Damn, piss-soaked hair would almost seem pleasurable in comparison to a vomit bath! I apologize for the graphic nature of my prior remarks.

Something Different 2

Sun, 01 Feb 2004 00:00:00 +0000

(story continues from Something Different)_

_Something Different- Part 2 by prometheus_b Something Different 2by prometheus_b

My wife had left me in quite a predicament. My arms and legs were strapped to opposite ends of a very strange bench. My hands were encased in very strict latex mittens and my ass was raised towards the heavens. I had a four-inch posture collar around my neck, a thick leather blindfold covered my eyes, and my mouth was filled with an impossibly huge dildo. My balls were incased in a vibrating pouch and my cock was in a device my loving wife had named a ‘milker’. I had already orgasmed twice this night and I could feel a third slowly coming on. Every time I came, my cum traveled in a tube from the milker to the cock in my mouth, and I didn’t dare to miss a single drop. I didn’t know how my predicament could get much worse, but I knew it could.

The Maid

Sun, 01 Feb 2004 00:00:00 +0000

The Maid by Gagged20 The Maid by Gagged20

I have always had an interest in bondage. Since in was in my teens, the sight of a beautiful girl all tied up and helpless turned me on. Unfortunately for me, all of my girlfriends didn’t exactly feel the same way. Everytime I would try to bring up the idea, they always seemed to run. I endulged in selfbondage once in a while, but that just didn’t do it. I needed interaction with another person. It seemed last week my luck changed.

The Twin's Gift

Sun, 01 Feb 2004 00:00:00 +0000

The Twin’s Gift by Tyler Knotts The Twin’s Gift by Tyler Knotts

I have twin girls, Seka and Sela that I keep as bondage pets and occasional sex slaves. I don’t even know their real names and don’t really need to. Hell, I don’t even know if they’re really sisters! They claim to be twins and play that up all the time by wearing matching clothes, shoes and wigs. It’s kind of juvenile I guess but they are cute as hell, and of course every guy dreams of nailing twin sisters, right? They are both brunettes (when they’re not in disguise) and are tall and shapely. I’m a leg man and both their sets go on forever. Both girls are very athletic and powerfully built. I tell you, they could both kick my ass and overpower me… and sometimes I let them! These two are crazy sexy too and will do anything for a thrill.

Fantasy for Maxine Part Two

Wed, 14 Jan 2004 00:00:00 +0000

(story continues from My Fantasy For Maxine)

Fantasy for Maxine

Part 2 by Steve Fantasy for Maxine Part Two by Steve

It is now a couple of weeks since our adventure in the woods.

Tara has become a friend, but lives a couple of hundred miles away and can’t make it this weekend so it’s just the two of us.

I phone you and tell you that on this Saturday coming you will take part in a bondage game that could expose you to the general public.

Helping Her into Bondage

Wed, 14 Jan 2004 00:00:00 +0000

Helping Her into Bondage by Jan Smith Helping Her into Bondage by Jan Smith

I thought your readers would find this interesting. I started corresponding with Monica about a year ago. She had tried self bondage and liked it, but wanted more. We discussed who she could get involved in her bondage and how to feel them out. My Mistress got involved and between the three of us we made plans. To make a long story short a friend of hers “found” Monica’s E-mail address (we set it up) and wrote us. Monica knew that we were writing her friend, but her friend was unaware of this. My Mistress set it up with Monica as to how, where and when she should be tied and then told her friend so that she could “accidentally find her”. It all worked out very well and Monica and her friend started to develop a relationship.

Wheel Slave

Wed, 14 Jan 2004 00:00:00 +0000

Chapter 1: Background

I go by the name Wheelslave. That’s not my real name, of course, but one I guess I earned. My Mistress gave it to me after my training, but all that in due time. Let me begin at the beginning.

Even as a youngster, I had somewhat kinky fantasies involving tight jeans, bondage and figure revealing clothing. When I went to the circus, acts that included or even implied bondage fascinated me, but a special turn on was the knife-throwing act with the pretty assistant spinning on the wheel. As I reached adulthood I gradually began to indulge my fetishistic side, at first by reading kinky books and magazines. Eventually, I built up the courage to visit a fetish club in the city and was not only turned on, but was delighted and relieved to see that there were others who shared my bizarre tastes. The next step was to go to a professional Dungeon. I went again (and again). As a result I got to know a couple of the professional Dommes and began seeing them at their private studios. One of these proved to be rather convenient in that her studio was not far off my route to work, so sometimes after a hard day of engineering, I would relieve myself of my accumulated tensions (to say nothing of my earnings) with a visit to this lady’s place for a session.

Good Things Come

Thu, 01 Jan 2004 00:00:00 +0000

Good Things Come by Godless One Good Things Come by Godless One E-mail - GodlessOnes@aol.com

A knock came upon the polished door of the apartment, echoing softly throughout the interior. Punctual, thought the young man within, standing near the small bar that lay between the kitchen and living room with a drink in hand. A sip was taken before he decided to answer the door, giving the caller a chance to wait a moment, adding perhaps to whatever suspense might be on the person’s mind. He didn’t delude himself into thinking that this sort of person would be breaking into a sweat, shivering and worrying and wondering what might be in store for them. It was the nature of their occupation that they be smooth as silk and strong as steel. In any case, his steps upon the carpet were near silent as he stepped towards the door, turning the latch-like handle and opening it.

Power Over Men

Thu, 01 Jan 2004 00:00:00 +0000

Power Over Men by Nickerlas Jackie’s Surprise by Boundfellow I first wrote this story almost a decade ago and it acquired something of a cult following in S&M circles for a while, particularly among women. I even heard that a back-street workshop in Manchester was making saddle-stools!

Power Over Men by Nickerlas 1 Marble

Holiday clothes for a fortnight, typewriter, paper, sketchbook, walking boots, half the contents of the local Library – it all went into the back of the Traveller along with the jack, spare tyre, toolkit and starting handle. I closed the rear doors with a cheerful air of achievement. The old car started reliably first go, so I jammed on a pair of sunglasses, chucked my leather jacket into the back seat and let in the clutch. The car is important to this story, so I’d better describe it. I once saw a clip of Dame Edna Everidge walking round Stratford-upon-Avon admiring the half-timbered buildings, when a Morris Traveller pulled out of a side street. “Oh look, there’s a half-timbered car!” she chirruped. It was one of those, the ash-framed van version of the post-war Morris 1000. Mine was originally built in 1967 so was already an old lady when I bought her. Owners call them moggy or woody but I called mine Bertha and loved her dearly.

The Price of Losing

Thu, 01 Jan 2004 00:00:00 +0000

The Price of Losing by Bound Becky 2000 The Price of Losing by Bound Becky 2000

After a few days of talking it over, the 4 of us had finally agreed on the rules. We would play cards for poker chips and once you ran out of chips, you had to draw from the “fate” piles. The fate piles decided what you would wear, how you were to be tied up and also what torture you would endure. At first the torture part wasn’t included but Jenny, one of us 4 girls playing the game, talked us into allowing it saying that just being tied up would get boring. We all agreed nervously, knowing that any of us could be regretting that decision.

Transvestites Punishment Bondage - Part 5

Thu, 01 Jan 2004 00:00:00 +0000

(story continues from Transvestites Bondage Punishment)

Transvestites Punishment Bondage - Part 5 by Marylynn Transvestites Punishment Bondage - Part 5 by Marylynn

I was having a miserable night trying to get some sleep while bound so securely to the bondage bed that Bob had so cleverly designed. His ingenuity to make bondage so impossible to escape from had already been demonstrated by my experiences the day before. My arms still ached from the torture of having them bound closely together in an armbinder and raised by a winch while I was forced to remain almost motionless as Katie, my wife, assaulted me with a huge dildo and at the same time Bob forced his huge cock down my mouth and throat.

Invitation to a Fetish Party

Tue, 16 Dec 2003 00:00:00 +0000

Victoria was not sure what to expect when Matt asked to join him at a fetish party. She knew that he had some definite kinks; it was one of the things that attracted her to him. They had met a few months ago at a party held by a mutual friend. She had found him witty, charming and very good company. Although she would not call herself promiscuous, she had found herself leaving her telephone number on his bedside table the following morning, still smiling over the antics of the night before.

Jackie's Surprise

Tue, 16 Dec 2003 00:00:00 +0000

Jackie’s Surprise by Boundfellow Jackie’s Surprise by Boundfellow Huh? It was dark. I couldn’t seem to get comfortable… I opened my eyes, but I closed them again quickly, because there was some raggedy cloth in front of them. I tried to move it away, but my hand didn’t work. Why was my arm stuck? Hey, my other arm was stuck too! They were stuck above my head somehow! And what was that tugging on my wrists? Suddenly I could feel it on my ankles too, and I realized that I couldn’t move my legs, either!

Mistress Beverly's New Sub 2

Tue, 16 Dec 2003 00:00:00 +0000

Mistress Beverly’s New Sub by Jan Jackie’s Surprise by Boundfellow Readers: If you havn’t read part one please find it here. Mistress Beverly’s new Sub-Prt. 2 The week had drug by so slowly. Monica had thought about her meeting with Mistress Beverly. The whipping she had received had been most severe, and Monica kept telling herself that she would never experience anything like that again, but her thoughts kept going to the note Mistress Beverly had given her. “Slave. You will not remove your collar. It is to remind you of tonight. You will be standing naked on my step next Friday at 9:00. signed–Your Mistress.”

Perfume

Tue, 16 Dec 2003 00:00:00 +0000

Perfume by RubberWolf

Perfume by RubberWolf Foreword

Firstly, the usual copyright applies to this document. Secondly, this story contains adult material and should only be read by people of an appropriate age. I.E. adults. Thirdly, although a work of fiction, the effect of ultrasound upon the human body, at a given frequency, are documented facts. That is to say that, when the human body is immersed in a field of sound waves, of a given frequency, all of the internal organs will vibrate. Unless the unfortunate person is removed, the effects can prove fatal. I have no idea what effect ultrasound would have on human tissue when used locally, as depicted in this story. I suspect however, that sever damage would result on a cellular level. So before you start cannibalising that ultrasonic tooth brush that aunt Petunia brought for you last Xmas, which you have never gotten on with, allow me to give you a word of warning. Don’t try this at home. After all, it’s just a story and there are limits to the research that authors should not be expected to conduct in the name of accuracy. So don’t say you were not warned. Enjoy.

Sammy Joe’s Barnyard Self-Bondage 12

Tue, 16 Dec 2003 00:00:00 +0000

Sammy Joe’s Barnyard Self-Bondage by Hagster Sammy Joe’s Barnyard Self-Bondage

Chapter Twenty-Four

Two Friends Bonding

Hello, again, Sammy Joe here. It’s been a while since I had begun my session of self-bondage-turned bondage and domination with my two closest friends. If you have been reading this little story of mine, you might be now realize just how close Kristen and I have become. Sure, she was always a close friend, but only now do I more fully understand her.

Homeward Bound

Sat, 06 Dec 2003 00:00:00 +0000

Homeward Bound by Tied Tightly Homeward Bound by Tied Tightly

My husband and I have been playing bondage games together for almost ten years, most of our married life. It stems primarily from my need to be placed into bondage in such a way as to be totally helpless. In fact, I started out playing with before we met, and still practice today, “self-bondage”. Many of our current escapades stem from this. At the now ripe old age of thirty-two, I have been doing this since my teens, about sixteen years.

One Hundred to One

Fri, 05 Dec 2003 00:00:00 +0000

One Hundred to One by b One Hundred to One. by b

After moving away to college, and living in the dorms for a short time, I finally got a chance to move in with a great friend in a two bedroom apartment. Dorm life was great. It was there that I met Mark, my roommate, but life there really got in the way of my self-bondage and submissive fantasies.

While living in the dorms I would write an occasional bondage story to help express my self-bondage needs. Although I wrote many stories of my submission to both Dominant Women and Dominant Men, my favorite was called One Hundred to One. It details my capture by a Dominant Male Master, who keeps be bound and gagged constantly, only removing my gag long enough to train me to enjoy the taste of his cum! (As you can see I love stories about being submissive to Men–not just to Women!) The story progresses: I am further forced to endure orgasm denial (to keep me submissive and aroused) until my Master declares one day, while I am ruthlessly hogtied and ring-gagged, that I will only be allowed to spurt my slave-semen ONLY after swallowing 100 full ejaculations from my Master! Whew! I have a difficult time controlling my urge to masturbate (and cum hard!) each time I read that story.

Sammy Joe’s Barnyard Self-Bondage 11

Thu, 20 Nov 2003 00:00:00 +0000

Sammy Joe’s Barnyard Self-Bondage - Chapter 11 by Hagster Sammy Joe’s Barnyard Self-Bondage Chapter Twenty-Two - A Time to Chill Sammy Joe’s Barnyard Self-Bondage Chapter Twenty-Two - A Time to Chill Trish and I sat on the bench for several minutes resting and catching our breaths. Neither of us spoke many words as we gathered our wits and regained our composure. I remained silent, ashamed of the pain I had inflicted on one of my best friends, and Trish stayed quiet, I assumed, because of her embarrassment at provoking me and showing a darker, seemingly self-hating side of her personality. To put it quite bluntly, we were speechless.

Holiday Surprise 2

Mon, 27 Oct 2003 00:00:00 +0000

(story continues from Holiday Surprise)

Holiday Surprise

part 2 by Pete Holiday surprise part 3 by Pete Chapter Three

Lyn woke me early the next morning she had already attached the chastity device back in place and was uncuffing my wrists. ‘Hurry up’ she said ‘Mia will be here shortly, get showered and come downstairs’

I got out of bed, quickly showered and went down, she was in the kitchen, Lyn gave me a coffee and told me to sit down. as i was drinking my coffee she chained my ankle to a length of chain, this in turn was fastened to the base of the cooker a length of some 30 feet.

A Short Test

Sun, 12 Oct 2003 00:00:00 +0000

This story sent to me by Rubbersheep, thank you for sending it in. If you are the author of this story, please let me know A Short Test by ?

Retrieving his Travelcard from the barrier, Mike walked smartly out of the Underground station and began hurrying along the busy North London shopping street, glancing occasionally at the map he had pulled from his pocket. After had what seemed to be an interminably long drawn out application process during which he had had to submit several articles and a dummy feature and attend one interview already, he was now on his way to the final interview that would decide whether he got the job as staff writer on one of the most well known fetish magazines. After a series of disappointing and short-lived posts, which had even seen him reporting on trade fairs for the pet food industry, he was now on the verge of the sort of job he had dreamed of since he had become a journalist…

An Autumn Night

Sun, 12 Oct 2003 00:00:00 +0000

This story sent to me by Rubbersheep, thank you for sending it in. If you are the author of this story, please let me know An Autumn Night by ? An Autumn Night Rubbersheep

She always asked herself, typing away at her Mac, how many other people thought, like her, of the of the other meaning of the word. Usually it was the other meaning that occupied most of her thoughts. She had managed to write the instructions using the computer. Dry, precise, with a wealth of details that always thrilled her as she wrote, recreating the situations and images of her desires. The scene was detailed, the movements repeated often, but she had introduced innovations whose boldness still surprised her. It was to be this Friday evening. The night of Parisian evenings out, when all was discretion itself. More thrilling than Saturday, which was too rowdy. She still hesitated; grand hotel or seedy. Both had their spice.

Ashley 3

Sun, 12 Oct 2003 00:00:00 +0000

Ashley Self Bondage

3 How I Got Interested In Being Bound & Gagged by Ardvark How I Got Interested In Being Bound & Gagged:

My interest in bondage began long ago, when I was just a child. If I had a ribbon or cord, or any other kind of thing such as a belt, I would often idly sit on the floor and tie my ankles together. Sometimes after I tied my ankles together, I would twist whatever else I had around my wrists. Sometimes both my ankles and wrists would be bound like that for several minutes as I lay on the floor, or couch, watching TV.

Sheryl And The Straitjacket Incident 3

Sun, 12 Oct 2003 00:00:00 +0000

(story continues from Sheryl And The Straitjacket Incident 2)

Sheryl And The Straitjacket Incident - Part 3 by 3586088863 Sheryl And The Straitjacket Incident part 2by 3586088863

Chapter Eight At length Sheryl smiles and takes my hands lightly aside. “Come on now. Back to the task at hand. We want to stay on schedule.” As I’m getting up, she pauses to glance at her watch. With some delight, she exclaims, “Oh, honey, look!” Nodding, she now transfers our attention to the bedside clock. As we gaze on, it changes from 11:59PM to 12:00AM. “Happy Saturday!” Sheryl bestows a frivolous peck on my lips, and in response to my puzzled look, follows it with the cutest of shrugs. “Sorry! I guess I’m feeling a little off-the-wall right now.” Smugly I note that my performance during the last few minutes have evidently put her in a chipper mood. “Fine with me, silly girl. So do tell what happens in the next hour or so to this your unfortunate prisoner.” “With pul-easure!” She takes my right hand as if to shake it. Gracefully she turns under my right hand, holding on to it all the while, and winds up behind my back facing me. (Hey, that was cool. I knew that having a dancer girlfriend would be cool.) Bringing her free left hand around me, she strokes my chest lightly. Facing into the mirror with me, she continues. “Very well. Inspector, you will notice the five securely anchored fabric loops which adorn the circumference of the condemned man’s waist.” She grasps my shoulders and twists my torso from side to side so I can see all five in the mirror. “We shall now set the victim’s sleeves into these loops and secure them at his back. Do you give approval?” Sheryl has acquired a bit of an air for the role. I do my part to play along. “Madam, it is no less than necessary for the security of the State–the only possible recourse. Even now the prisoner is swearing that when he is released he shall take by force the first woman he sees!” “Then we have no choice. This man has forfeited to the State his freedom.” Sheryl reaches down to take, in turn, the two stiff black straps hanging from my balled fists. The strap issuing from the left swings slightly with the weight of the buckle. She first threads this strap through the front three loops: left, center, then right. The strap on the right side is threaded through these loops in reverse. At this point she pauses, holding the yet-unfastened straps. “Notice, sir, the way that this man’s right arm is passed over his left. In the protocol, this is the preferable method of restraint for the left-handed.” “Duly noted, madam warden, and very sharp of you. But I have seen people first pass the sleeves through all five loops. You will only use four for each?” Sheryl answers without a pause. “A most astute observation! Typical strait-waistcoats offer side loops primarily for assistance in transport. Not being designed to hold the arms, the loops force the arms in too forward-facing a position. As the sleeves must be brought yet around the front of the body, the position proves most uncomfortable for the restrained.” This consideration seems inconsistent to me. “But is it not precisely through unbearable restraint that we hope to punish the prisoner?” “In the end, Inspector, this configuration, specially designed with the middle two loops angled slightly, proves most secure, endurable, and humane. As for the punishment, good sir, we have much more effective means.” She winks. “But Inspector, you will want to excuse yourself for the sake of your peace of mind. While our restraint is humane, officials often find its application a little rougher than they prefer to know. It is best for you to leave me to the prisoner now.” “Very well. But on your own life, spare him no chance of escape.” Sheryl feeds the straps around my waist and through the remaining rear pair of loops until they meet behind me. Ensuring that my sleeves are passing properly through all their loops, she threads the strap the slightest way through the buckle. She leans into my ear. Aside from her confirmation there is no other sound in the room. “Are you prepared for your fate, prisoner?” “Do it! Do it, Sheryl, before I change my mind!” Following her firm, deliberate pull, the strap begins to sail past the spring-loaded teeth. Inch by inch the mechanism irreversibly eats up the slack. I let my arms follow the pull of the straps. My elbows come to a stop against the center loops. “Get on the bed. You can give me another two inches, at least!”

Janice In Bondage 2

Mon, 06 Oct 2003 00:00:00 +0000

(story continues from Janice in Bondage)

Janice In Bondage 2 by Pimpernel Janice In Bondage 2 By Pimpernel

Janice was in a quandary. By rights she should have picked up the telephone and called her friend at the local precinct, a man who would have had no trouble dealing with Mark and his kind. There was certainly no lack of evidence. Mark himself had seen to that, delivering the fetish items he had used against her and a handwritten note describing his actions and his reasons…but what brought her to a halt was the plaintive proposition he had made at the end of the letter. Certainly, he had done wrong in abducting her and using her, but he had been so gentle in all his actions and he had indeed let her go with what was definitely some kind of apology. What should she do? She asked herself…

Weekend Rubber Experience

Mon, 06 Oct 2003 00:00:00 +0000

Weekend Rubber Experience - Part 4 by Jester Soul Mates by Aaron Roberts Weekend Rubber Experience is @1999-2003 by Jester. Any Unauthorized uses of this story in any shape will be dealt like this: Torture in a rubber suit, sealed in another vacuum suit, smothered in deep thick mud, and encased for an entire weekend.

Weekend Rubber Experience 4

Early Saturday Evening

As they got back to the apartment, Cris pulled off her outer layers, and quickly went into the rubber room’s bathroom. Jack tried to follow her into the room, but Melissa stopped him from coming in.

Weekend Rubber Experience 2

Mon, 06 Oct 2003 00:00:00 +0000

Weekend Rubber Experience - Part 5 by Jester Soul Mates by Aaron Roberts Weekend Rubber Experience is @1999-2003 by Jester. Any Unauthorized uses of this story in any shape will be dealt like this: Torture in a rubber suit, sealed in another vacuum suit, smothered in deep thick mud, and encased for an entire weekend.

Weekend Rubber Experience

Early Saturday Evening

Revenge of the Nerds

Mon, 29 Sep 2003 00:00:00 +0000

Revenge of the Nerds by Helios This is a bondage story I wrote inspired by the 1980s movie “Revenge of the Nerds” Revenge of the Nerds by Helios The infamous “Doomsday Week” was only a few days away on the university campus, where the various sororities, fraternities, and various campus organizations were allowed to play harmless pranks on each other. In recent years, however, the Tri-Lams were the recipient of pranks from nearly everybody in a unified effort against them, much to their displeasure as they played pranks on none. “I hate this time of year…” commented Arnold as he squinted at the calendar. “Everyone on campus gangs up on us and we spend the following week cleaning off all the whipped cream and toilet paper from the place.” “Things’ll be different this year.” said Dan, one of the new Tri-Lams. “What makes you say that?” asked Gilbert. “The Alpha Betas are back in charge and are the ones leading the campaign against us, and everyone else is following them.” “I got this plan from my brother in another college who’s in ROTC.” explained Dan. “I told him about our problems with Doomsday Week here and he helped prepare a plan…it’s called a pre-emptive strike in order to intimidate everyone else not to mess with us. All it takes is the four of us.” “You think this’ll work?” asked Toshiro as he reviewed the written plan printed off the email Dan’s brother Jason sent. “It looks simple enough…but…” “But what do we have to lose?” agreed Louis. “I’m in.” “Me, too.” said Gilbert. “All right then.” smiled Dan as he pulled out a dry erase board to diagram everything. “Let’s get to work.”

Teaching the Teacher

Sat, 20 Sep 2003 00:00:00 +0000

Teaching the Teacher by Sundel BUT IT STARTED AS A HOGTIE!byANNE GRAY As a new principal at forty years old, I thought that I had outgrown some of my earlier problems when I had taught middle school classes. Little did I know how memories linger. I thought it was by accident when I met Susan at the convenience store one afternoon. Susan was eighteen, pretty as a girl can be, but petite - no more than 5'1" and 100 pounds. Draw your own picture. Susan had been a student of mine eight or nine years before - but now she was a nineteen year old college student, and home for summer when we met. As a student, she had been a little rebellious in my classes, but nothing more than the average middle school student. Or so I thought.

The Punishment Game

Sat, 20 Sep 2003 00:00:00 +0000

The Punishment Game by Sandy The Punishment Game by Sandy Hi Gromet: What follows is a true event. My sister and my husband came up with the idea (or found it on the net). Please feel free to post it and use my name and Email address. The Punishment Game I think that my Sister, Eve, actually came up with this (the Heifer). Here’s what we did yesterday afternoon with her help. My Husband, Jeff, is bound seated on the floor. His hands are cuffed behind his back around one leg of our heavy dinner table. His legs are spread with a 36 inch, homemade spreader bar. Under the table top there have been two screw eyelets installed. To one is attached the end of a string. The other end is then attached to a key ring holding Jeff handcuff keys. To the other eyelet is attached a stocking with several pieces of ice in the toe. The key ring was slid over the stocking prior to installing it to the eyelet. The key ring now rests on the pieces of ice trapped in the toe. When the ice melts the key ring will slide off the stocking and swing down into Jeff’s reach. He may then free himself. The ice has already begun to melt, the drops drip, drip, dripping into a bowl placed on the floor below the stocking. Only one other detail remains about Jeff, condition. Around the top of Jeff’s scrotum is tied a short piece of string with one end hanging. Through that end of the string has been threaded a second handcuff key. Finally that end is tied around the base of Jeff’s penis. The string is too short to slide off his cock unless he is completely flaccid. I see with a sinking feeling that he is already erect in anticipation of what may transpire. I am across the room lying face down. My hands are cuffed behind my back and my feet are spread with an 18 inch homemade spreader bay. To the spreader bar is attached a length of clothes line. The other end is tied to an eyelet installed in the floor. The length of this line has been precisely measured. It is just long enough to allow me to slither over to Jeff and reach his penis with my mouth. This is to prevent me from somehow using my hands or other part of my anatomy to unfair advantage. Jeff’s freedom is assured. He need only be patient until the ice melts. If I am to be free first, I must struggle across the room inchworm fashion, buffing my belly, thighs, knees and, more sensitively, my nipples across the textured carpet. Of course I may choose not to go through this, but I am motivated. You see, my Sister Eve, has placed us in these circumstances only moments ago. Before leaving, she selected three implements from our toy box and placed them on the table out of Jeff’s sight. I had the advantage of seeing them – a rubber-soled, ladies, bedroom slipper, an old-fashioned, wooden-handled, hair brush, and a broad-bladed, riding crop. They are to be used in that order. She then wrote a number on a card and placed it in front of those punishment implements. I do not know what that number is, but I know that it is not less than 30 – she has recorded the minimum number of swats to be used for each implement. Jeff does not know what lies on the table, only that there will be three items for use ‘later’ (to be used from left-to-right) if he is freed first. Or they will be used on him if I free myself first. Eve’s admonition of “Play Nice! And Have Fun!”, as she giggled and closed the door still rings in my ears. The first of us to be free may then use his or her partner in whatever sexual act s/he chooses, as long as s/he then punishes his or her mate with the selected implements when done. Jeff watches me expectantly. Will I lay there and accept my fate or will I struggle over to him, ‘deal’ with his erection, and use my lips to work the string off his cock and retrieve my release key? He’s less confident as I begin my trek. He does not know what lies on the table, but realizes it must be fairly severe for me to struggle so. Many long minutes elapse as I inch over to my captive husband. These minutes are punctuated by the plink, plink, plink of drops from melting ice falling into the bowl. I must hurry. Finally I am situated between Jeff’s spread legs. He has inched back as far as he can to try and prevent me from achieving my release. I am stretched taught trying to work his penis into my mouth. Jeff grins knowing that my angle of attack will be poor and my technique hampered by my bonds. I will only be able to use my neck and upper shoulders to work my head up and down his member. He knows the effort will be extended and quite tiring. He may still win. The dripping in the bowl sounds much faster. I am desperate and cannot waste time to look. Even if I had the key now I would have to wiggle back a few feet, drop the key, laboriously rollover, find the key blindly, and only then, free myself. He may still win. I continue the difficult task at hand (or should I say mouth). Jeff is doing his best to delay his orgasm and I have little idea how close or far he is. His breaths are heavy and somewhat ragged. Mine are even more so. Finally, he explodes into my mouth and I swallow his seed. I am within sight of my release. I start working the key string off his cock – a difficult task using only lips to grasp with. Just as I free the string and start to retrieve the key, I hear his release key fall and know that I have lost. My own despair and my physical efforts trigger a climax I didn’t even know was pending. Gawd, how I came! It leaves me weak and sobbing. Worse is yet to come… Hugs, Sandy I’m writing this standing up – BTW. Sandy

The Wayward Fantasy

Sat, 20 Sep 2003 00:00:00 +0000

The Wayward Fantasy by Studbound The Wayward Fantasy by Studbound Part I The Incident Mary-Ellen van Braxton was frantic, pacing back and forth, talking loudly, almost shouting into her cell phone. Over and over she asked the 911 operator, “Where is he? When will he get here?” She brushed away tears, pulled at her hair, and looked out at the street scanning in both directions, waiting, hoping, despairing. Mary-Ellen was normally a stately calm lady from one of the city’s better families. Dressed impeccably, she wore only garments made by designer houses, and they fit her wonderfully showing off her amble bust and still slender waist. Mary-Ellen’s hair was always immaculate with nothing out of place, done short and in a becoming manner by a clearly over-priced middle aged man who flattered her both in what he said and how he managed her appearance. Her husband was a prominent attorney who commanded considerable respect. Her father had been a prominent businessman who made millions and left her independently wealthy. She was tall, dark hair and a figure that belied her almost forty years. Well educated, and distinguished in her own right, she was a political activist and noted philanthropist. But on this particular day, she was distraught, panicked and quite inconsolable, although a number of employees of the nearby supermarket were trying to help with encouragement and assurances that all would be well. Finally, the black and white police car pulled into the lot, slowly as if the driver had all the time in the world. The young policeman gathered up his pad, and methodically moved out of the car while the flustered Mary-Ellen ran unsteadily in his direction. “What took you so long?” She demanded. “Find my car. Find it immediately.” “Now, calm down lady,” the young man said. He was Officer Tom Pendelton, blond, handsome, chiselled chin, wearing a neatly tailored uniform that might have been just a bit too snug, but which showed off his butt to good advantage. “Don’t tell me to be calm, “Mary-Ellen all but screamed. “Start looking for my car. Now!!! Why are you wasting time?” “Lady, I need to get some information. Stolen cars always turn up in a day or two. Calm down.” “You don’t understand. You don’t understand. We can’t wait a day or two. This is an emergency.” “Sure, Sure,” said the young cop. “Everyone thinks it’s an emergency when their car is stolen. Now tell me your name.” Slowly, Officer Pendelton got Mary-Ellen to give him her full name, and a description of her stolen car. “So you had a dark green Toyota Sequoia - wow, that’s big car. A super SUV!!” observed Pendelton. “Yes, it’s big so it should be easy to find. So get started. Find my car. I saw them drive it away – and they sped off the lot and turned left. So get going. Find it at once!” “Lady, there’s no way I can just go out and find your car. I’ll call in this information and it will be passed on to all the officers on duty. They will all look for your car. Now you just relax. It will probably take a day or two. They always turn up in some condition - usually vandalized.” “No! No!” Mary Ellen screamed. “You don’t understand. Oh, this is awful. This is so embarrassing.” “Lady, take it easy. I guess don’t understand.” Mary-Ellen took the officer by the arm and moved him away from the few spectators who were watching the little drama.

Mistress Beverly's New Sub

Fri, 12 Sep 2003 00:00:00 +0000

Mistress Beverly’s New Sub by Jan A Friend In Need By T.S. FESSELN This story is for Monica. She had been writing me and was exploring Bondage, until her roommate found her E-mail left on and being nosey read her mail. I have not heard from Monica for two weeks so I assume her roommate (who flipped out) has convinced Monica that Bondage is perverted and not the fun past time that it is. This story is For Monica. Mistress Beverly’s New Sub

The Mighty Isadora

Fri, 12 Sep 2003 00:00:00 +0000

The Mighty Isadora by Celeste The compliments received were very much appreciated! Hope this ones to your liking The Mighty Isadora by Celeste

Search as long and hard as you like, try every toy store for miles but you will not find amongst the mass ranks of pint sized space suits and tiny cowboy hats a junior clerks outfit. There is no “my first filing cabinet”. Nobody aspires to be a filing clerk, no one views the position of cog within a giant cooperate wheel as the crock of gold at the end of life’s rainbow. But then Karl didn’t go a bundle on rainbows.

Julie’s Time

Fri, 05 Sep 2003 00:00:00 +0000

Julie’s Time by Robert Deane

Julie’s Time Chapter One A work of fiction by Robert Deane

Julie was one of those girls who would turn heads, no matter where she was, regardless of what she was wearing. First, a natural blonde. Yes, that was the word, “natural.” No help from a bottle, though several hours in the sun seemed to turn it from blonde to almost a shiny gold. Plus that sweet smile. That ever-present sweet smile. And, as a friend once said, a 5’ 4" body “to die for.” Again, all natural, though hours on the treadmill when she was not running in the park always helped.

Sammy Joe’s Barnyard Self-Bondage 10

Fri, 05 Sep 2003 00:00:00 +0000

Sammy Joe’s Barnyard Self-Bondage - Chapter 10 by Hagster Sammy Joe’s Barnyard Self-Bondage Chapter Twenty “What Happened?” Sammy Joe’s Barnyard Self-Bondage Chapter Twenty “What Happened?”

That’s odd, I thought. What happened? The last thing I remembered was being given the best-damned oral sex I had ever experienced! It was dark. Why was it dark? I felt confused and disoriented. Why can’t I see anything? I rolled my head from side to side and reached out with my hands. I could feel the arms of the recliner against my palms and the foot extension under my feet. Apparently I was lying in the recliner. But what happened?

The Marriage Secret

Fri, 05 Sep 2003 00:00:00 +0000

The Marriage Secret by Studbound The Marriage Secret By Studbound Park Hill was a fashionable upscale neighbourhood where many employees of the Star Software Company lived. Star was a large company that maintained a work force of over ten thousand - many developing software. The company was known for its innovations and creativity. Park Hill was known for its expensive houses with three-car garages, well washed children, and herds of Sports Utility Vehicles. Many in the community hired crews of blue-collar workers (who lived elsewhere) to tend their lawns and gardens or do the housework. A few families even had a full-time cook and housekeeper. It was that kind of place. The company encouraged employees to live in Park Hill, and offered perks to make life there more enjoyable - day care, a large community athletic center, and so on. The only dark note in the otherwise happy community was the rather high divorce rate. It seemed that creative thinkers with advanced college degrees had an unusually difficult time keeping their marriages together. Almost everyone in the entire suburb (which was gated with a guard posted around the clock at the entrance) had seen one divorce and many were on their third marriage. The officials in the local school district often complained that almost none of the children lived with both of their natural parents. An exception was Mary-Sue Baxter and her husband, Joel. For whatever reason, the stylish Mary-Sue, known for her fashionable clothes and lavish catered parties, had stayed married to Joel for longer than anyone could remember. Joel was known to be almost fifty years old, but nobody knew Mary-Sue’s age except that she was almost certainly a little younger than her husband. The couple worked out religiously at the athletic center, and Joel, unlike many of his fellow workers, had maintained a flat stomach and a muscular physique. His daily swims in his abbreviated Speedo frequently drew the attention of other women in the community. As for Mary-Sue - well, no matter where she went, heads turned. For a woman most certainly in her forties, Mary-Sue was a “looker” - and a fair number of men around had flattered her by hitting on her although she was known to have rejected all advances. “I love my husband,” she curtly told one lothario. “So watch it!” And so it was noted in the community that the Baxter’s were about to celebrate their silver wedding anniversary. Twenty-five years of wedded bliss, and nobody knew how such an outstanding accomplishment had been executed. Certainly nobody who knew the Baxter’s had stayed with his or her spouse nearly as long. And the women who knew Mary-Sue had, for some years, been asking her what the secret was that kept her and Joel together for so long. What did the Baxter’s know that eluded all of their acquaintances? Mary-Sue would just smile and say that there was a secret indeed, but that she was not ready to share it. The enigma of the Baxter’s haunted the entire community and some made it almost a spectator sport to find out what they did that set them so dramatically apart from their peers. Finally, pressured by so many around her, Mary-Sue said that she and her husband would have an open house to celebrate their twenty-fifty anniversary. Everyone would be invited, and she would share the secret of their wedded success with all who attended. No children would be allowed at the party. Speculation ran rampant through the community with wagering that Joel had found some sex secret that satisfied his wife over and over. Some thought the answer was religion, although nobody had ever seen them in church. It had to be something spiritual that held them together - possibly some event in the past. The Baxter’s had one child - a boy, but he was grown and gone. Maybe they had lost a child - maybe they had some common background or experience that had formed a tight bond between them. The invitations went out - hundreds of them - involving all of the friends and acquaintances both in the neighbourhood and on the job - with the strict proviso in bold type that NO CHILDREN ATTEND. That, of course, only heightened the anticipation. When Saturday, June 10th, rolled around, people throughout Park Hill, and beyond, gravitated toward the Baxter house to congratulate the happy couple, and hopefully to discover their secret. Mary-Sue was gracious greeting couples and guests as they arrived, and inviting them into her house. The tables were laid with a large cake and other hors d’oeuvres - expensive caviar. Expensive wine and champagne flowed for all who were thirsty. Mary-Sue circulated among the guests, but Joel was notable by his absence. The conversations were pleasant, soft music played in the background and everyone seemed to be having a good time - but there was an air of anticipation. When would Mary-Sue and Joel reveal the secret - and where was Joel? After about an hour, when the house and garden behind were both full of guests, Mary-Sue asked for attention. It was quiet - hushed as everyone watched. “All of you have wondered how Joel and I have maintained our marriage for a quarter of a century. We love each other, of course, but there is a secret.” Mary-Sue walked over to the entrance to a side hallway, which had been blocked off with an embroidered tapestry. Pulling a cord, Mary-Sue rolled up the tapestry. Sitting on a sturdy chair, facing out from the hall toward the guests was Joel. There were gasps. People stood rather startled. Mary-Sue watched and smiled. Joel was nude except for the following: a straitjacket, a large black leather gag, a black lycra thong, three leg binders, and finally a few leather belts that held him fast to the chair. Joel looked out over his gag at the guests. And they starred back - some in disbelief, others eventually smiling – and still others eager to get closer for a better look. With the gag covering much of his face, it was hard to tell what Joel was thinking, but the looks on the faces of his observers exposed clearly the range of emotions and thoughts that circulated around the room. “An explanation is probably in order,” said Mary-Sue after a few moments, as people began to recover from the initial start of seeing the bound and gagged Joel. “Early on in our marriage we had problems. We had played with a little bondage even when we were courting, and we found that Joel liked it when I tied him up but we didn’t really enjoy the reverse. Further, it irritated me when he would sit in front of the television set flicking from channel to channel.” (This statement was greeted with murmurs of agreement from the women throughout the room). “There are times when I liked to talk to Joel and share my ideas and the events of my day with him, but he would stop me, or not listen.” (More women seemed to agree that that was something they understood). “So one night I tied him up, and we sat in front of the television set and we watched what I wanted to watch. And the set stayed on one channel the entire evening. Joel never complained. The secret there is to get a good gag.” There was laughter around the room. “Well,” continued Mary-Sue, “We bought some equipment. A better gag, a straitjacket, and so on. We have a sleep sack that Joel uses some nights. Whenever there was something on that I wanted to see, he was bound and gagged. He got used to sleeping tied up. Sometimes I tie him up on Friday after dinner and he’s that way until just before he leaves for work on Monday.” “Mary-Sue,” interrupted a man standing near the back of the room, “Do you mean that all those times I called and asked to talk to Joel and you told me that he was tied up and couldn’t talk, he really was tied up and gagged?” “That’s right, Dan,” smiled Mary-Sue. “And usually when I had women in for coffee or desert, Joel was tied up in the closet in our bedroom. That’s why he never bothered us - he stayed out of the way, so to speak. And it worked out just fine. He enjoyed the bondage, and I enjoyed being in charge. And that’s how we’ve done it for twenty-five years. It was has been as simple as that. Now, I’m circulating our album showing Joel bound in a number of different ways. Pass it around and enjoy the party.” The album went from couple to couple, each thumbing through over one hundred pictures - all of Joel in various bondage positions. The Baxter revelation certainly set tongues wagging at the party and for a long time afterwards. Through the rest of the party, guests circulated around the room, many stopping by to checkout Joel’s bondage, everyone eager for their turn at the photo album. The restrained husband looked at them and nodded to respond to their comments, affirming that he was happy with his situation, and that he indeed did enjoy the restrictions that Mary-Sue so frequently imposed on him. He was a happy man. There was no question about it. And being in charge, Mary-Sue was delighted. She was the master of her house, so to speak. Of course, everyone talked about it for weeks after the party.

Trespasser

Fri, 05 Sep 2003 00:00:00 +0000

Trespasser by bbmnf Trespasser by bbmnf

I was on my vacation. I had decided to hike a trail in the Rocky Mountains of the United States of America. I was 22, out of college and had not yet accepted a job. I had saved enough from my co-op job to spend the summer hiking. I would only need food. I had enough to swing that. The first 6 weeks went fine. I was running low on food. Unless I wanted to live off the land, which I didn’t, I had to go into an inhabited area for supplies. It was a long trek down to the lower level where I could make my way into the town that was a few miles away from the foot of the mountain I was on at the time. I hiked down the mountain to the flat land and continued east in the direction of the town. I could see the highway from where I was. It was about 200 yards away. The only problem was all along the fence were signs. “NO TRESPASSING. TRESPASSERS WILL BE PROSECUTED TO THE FULL EXTENT OF THE LAW,

Julie's Time

Mon, 25 Aug 2003 00:00:00 +0000

Julie’s Time by T.S. Fesseln A Friend In Need By T.S. FESSELN Julie’s Time Chapter One

A work of fiction by Robert Deane

Kidnapped in Mexico

Mon, 25 Aug 2003 00:00:00 +0000

Kidnapped in Mexico by Ardvark Kidnapped in Mexico by Ardvark

Along the Road:

The truck full of farm workers slowed as they drove past the spot where the two men were holding me. I was very aware that I was providing the men in the truck with quite a show. While I do not consider myself beautiful, many men have told me that I’m a “looker.” I have naturally wavy, reddish blonde hair that frames a face that I have been told is pretty. My 105 pounds is arranged on a 5’2” frame that is 34C-23-35. This is all carried on straight, well-formed legs. My nipples are large and tight with very small aureoles around them and are the kind that stand erect most of the time. I usually turn men’s heads when I enter a room. Standing naked by the side of the road however, was not the way I wanted men to be able to see me.

Melissa & Jeff

Mon, 25 Aug 2003 00:00:00 +0000

(story continues from Melissa: The Peasant Maiden)

Melissa & Jeff by Ardvark Continues the story of Melissa A Friend In Need By T.S. FESSELN Jeff: A Day of Discovery

The afternoon was hot. One of those brutal summer days that only the Mid-South, along the lower Mississippi Valley can understand. A day where no air moves. It can’t move, it’s too heavy and wet to move. Even the water in the swimming pool is hot. It was the kind of day when no one wants to do much of anything that requires effort. Melissa was lazily tending some of the flower beds around the back yard as I lay on a chaise lounge watching her. She is wearing a pair of baggy, thread-bare old shorts and a strapless halter. Neither of which do much to conceal the magnificent body under them. Our house, outside of Memphis, is situated in a track of homes that were designed for privacy. All the homes sit on at least two heavily wooded acres. Ours, because of a bend in the road, is nearly four acres, which makes us even further separated from any neighbors than most. Add to that two very heavily wooded arroyos with thick undergrowth and a tall privacy fence around the pool area, and we have a totally peaceful space in this world where, if we so choose, only the two of us exist.

Purgatory

Mon, 25 Aug 2003 00:00:00 +0000

Purgatory by euan A Friend In Need By T.S. FESSELN

The muted sound of chatter surrounds me as I sit on the floor at the feet of Belara. At least I’m assuming it’s Belara. The heavy double skinned leather hood that encases my head makes it difficult to know for sure. I really do hope it’s Belara, else who’s drumming their fingers on the top of my head? It all started when our shipping arrived from the UK. After emigrating to the Australia we’d been to a number of parties in the scene, but couldn’t really get in to it as virtually all our toys were taking the slow route over the seas with the rest of our worldly goods. Stashed amongst the books, cookware, CDs and other paraphernalia that makes up the chattel of our lives was a large duffel bag securely locked containing all sorts of implements that we use to enjoy ourselves. I jump and yelp emphatically into the ball gag as something spiky is rolled slowly and relentlessly around my chest. It could be the Wartenberg wheel, I think. Restrained as I am, there’s not much I can do except squirm. From the sound of it this is hilarious to the onlookers. Sunday night, a couple of hours earlier. This would be our first night at Purgatory since we’d gotten our toys back (they made it through customs, YES!) We’d been to Purgatory a few times before which was nice enough as Belara managed to catch up with her old friends and I managed to make new ones. What we really wanted to do though was play. Belara instructed me to put on my steel ball stretcher; one of the few toys we brought over with us. Duly adorned, I stood naked before my Mistress awaiting her whim. It’d been so long since we’d played that we were both a little nervous and giggly. That’s the kind of play we do, fun play. In day to day life we’re very much equals, when we play Belara’s in charge and I (nominally >;-) ) do what I was told. Selecting some rope Belara wove a Karada, a form of Japanese rope bondage, around my person. The Karada was pulled good and tight, compressing my upper torso causing my breath to shorten. Belara bade me to kneel on the floor and present my arse so that I could receive what she presented to me. It was soft, squidgy with lots of bumps. I grinned, there was only one anal toy that we had shaped like that and it was a multi-speed, multi-pattern vibrator. Looks like I’m in for some fun tonight. Belara snugged the ropes around my penis and up the cleft of my arse cheeks securing the anal toy securely in place. Next on was my leather shorts. These shorts had a double layer at the crotch, the penis went through a convenient hole (with a bit of a struggle thanks to the ball stretcher) in the inner layer. Everything was secured away by the outer layer by means of two zips either side of the nether regions. The zippers are attached to loops through which the belt is threaded through and securely locked effectively denying me any genital freedom. Preparations done, I pulled on a tracksuit thus hiding from view my accoutrements. With mounting excitement, we finished packing Belara thought might be useful for the night (pretty much everything, guess she was hedging her bets) and we headed for the car. On arrival at purgatory, the usual small talk was dispensed with in short order and Belara set about adding to my bondage. I’d asked for a whole night in bondage and Belara was determined to deliver it. First on was the ball gag, then the hood. Blind, dumb and to some extend deaf I was at her mercy (wasn’t I always?) My arms were bundled up behind me and securely bound in place; other than wiggling my fingers I’d lost the use of those for the night. Belara carefully positioned me where she wanted me. Without warning, I felt firm pressure behind my knees which caused my knees to buckle causing me to fall to the floor! Slightly panicked I found myself being lowered gently to the floor by the ropes binding my arms and chest. My legs were then crossed tailor fashion and bound securely. Looping the tail end of the rope bondage and leaning heavily on my back, Belara finished the bondage off by tying my legs as closely as she could to my chest. Which pretty much brings us present. Belara was not letting up running the Waternburg wheel over my exposed flesh; bound as I am Belara’s access to my flesh is limited but boy she’s using what’s available to her and I’m mewling incessantly into my gag. This is very different to what we’d done before; it’s amazing the limits you subconsciously impose on yourself over the years and we’d agreed that tonight we were going to try and break through those. For tonight I didn’t have a safeword as such (bit hard gagged and hooded as I was) however we’d agreed that Belara would check in every so often, at her discretion, by squeezing my hand. Two squeezes from me would mean that everything was OK. The Waternburg wheel continues to rake over my back, arms and wherever else Belara can ply it causing me to really test my bondage. I’m so lost in the sensations that my skin’s screaming and I swear it feels like blood is drawn. The first difference I notice is a sharp yank on the rope bisecting by arse ramming the anal toy insistently in to me. More hands caress my leather encased head and then the anal toy springs to life. Time ceases to have meaning. There’s just me, the ropes and the vibrations in my arse. I rock back and forth, sensations flooding me. My breathing deepens as much as my bondage allows as I start to float away. How long this goes on for I don’t know. Suddenly the vibrations stop, the leg bondage is released and I gratefully straighten my aching body. My breathing slows as hands stroke lightly over me. My arms still ache, but I can live with it. For the first time I actually have to think about giving Belara the OK when she checks in. This is the furthest we’ve gone and it feels good! TBC… .

Weekend Rubber Experience 2

Mon, 25 Aug 2003 00:00:00 +0000

Weekend Rubber Experience - Part Two by Jester Soul Mates by Aaron Roberts Weekend Rubber Experience is @1999-2003 by Jester. Any Unauthorized uses of this story in any shape will be dealt like this: Torture in a rubber suit, sealed in another vacuum suit, smothered in deep thick mud, and encased for an entire weekend.

Weekend Rubber Experience

Late Friday Night

Melissa stubbed out the cigarette, and rolled over into Jack’s arms. “That…” she said, calming down,” was what it’s all about. Once you have an orgasm like that, you’ll never have sex the same way.” She placed her head on Jack’s shiny chest. The glow from the fireplace was getting dim, and they were both exhausted. “Jack, what did you like the best from that first experience?”

Das nächste Stadium

Fri, 15 Aug 2003 00:00:00 +0000

This is the first story in German published on this site, It’s ‘as it comes’ as I don’t know the language. Let me know if anything is amiss. If there are more stories in German that you’d like to see here - let me know.

Das nächste Stadium - 4 by schmidtchen35@freenet.de

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Parole or Punishment?

Fri, 15 Aug 2003 00:00:00 +0000

Parole or Punishment? by Yoni Steele Parole or Punishment? By Yoni Steele Part 1

It was a rather pleasant, spring Sunday evening. I had only been in town for a few hours and was enjoying a lovely walk along the somewhat deserted streets in a city shutting down for the night, thinking about my plans for the up-coming week. It was the start of what I felt was a hard-earned vacation, and I was looking forward to seeing the sights. I had been to Washington, DC, many times before, but it had always been for business. The museums and monuments had been tantalizing when I had driven around after those business meetings; but it was always too late to do anything on those occasions, other than enjoy the wide variety of cuisine in the numerous restaurants. So for the first time I found myself with the opportunity to do whatever I wanted. My agenda for the next six days included lots of places to visit, but as it was a Sunday evening, I had nothing scheduled other than wandering around.

Sammy Joe’s Barnyard Self-Bondage 9

Fri, 15 Aug 2003 00:00:00 +0000

Sammy Joe’s Barnyard Self-Bondage - Chapter 9 by Hagster Sammy Joe’s Barnyard Self-Bondage Part Eighteen “Where’s Trish?” Sammy Joe’s Barnyard Self-Bondage Part Eighteen “Where’s Trish?” The entire situation was unacceptable. There I was, legs spread wide and chained to the foot of the bed, my wrists locked to my waist on either side of my harness, and my piss-soaked face and hair resting atop a towel thrown under my head to sop up the offending mess. I was becoming just a little more than upset! How could Trish leave me this way? Oh, boy, was she in for it! Although I was clearly angry, I tried to be philosophical and understanding about the whole ordeal. Yeah, right!

Weekend Rubber Experience

Fri, 15 Aug 2003 00:00:00 +0000

Weekend Rubber Experience - Part One by Jester Soul Mates by Aaron Roberts Weekend Rubber Experience is @1999-2003 by Jester. Any Unauthorized uses of this story in any shape will be dealt like this: Torture in a rubber suit, sealed in another vacuum suit, smothered in deep thick mud, and encased for an entire weekend.

Weekend Rubber Experience

Friday Night

Jack walked around New York’s East Side, not knowing how much more trouble he’d get into this evening. His girlfriend Sandy seemed to want more of a commitment from him, but he wasn’t interested in settling down yet. He was 28, had dated plenty of women, and thought himself to be a regular guy. He did have one fetish, which was inescapable, and that was rubber. He loved to wear rubber, to feel rubber, and the smell and feel and taste of rubber…just thinking about it made Jack want to jerk off, with or without any women around. Sandy had no idea that he was into rubber so hard-core, yet she had no problem making him wear a rubber when they made love. It was when he showed her his rubber catsuit for the first time that she freaked out, and told him that it was too much for her. It was either become more “normal,” or leave. Jack chose to leave.

No Mercy!

Tue, 05 Aug 2003 00:00:00 +0000

No Mercy! by Anne Gray NO MERCY! by ANNE GRAY

I knew what she was trying to shout, scream, plead and yell at me; it was her safe word – Mercy! But I had had enough of her nonsense and had her so well gagged nothing came out except muffled unintelligible sounds. Then she started humming her other condition red signal. I grinned at her and said I hear you, now shut up!

Sammy Joe’s Barnyard Self-Bondage 8

Tue, 05 Aug 2003 00:00:00 +0000

Sammy Joe’s Barnyard Self-Bondage - Chapter 8 by Hagster Sammy Joe’s Barnyard Self-Bondage Chapter Sixteen “But it’s too early for bed!” Sammy Joe’s Barnyard Self-Bondage Chapter Sixteen “But it’s too early for bed!” All three of us carried an armload of bottles, paper, and cardboard into the kitchen. With my ankles unhobbled, I was able to walk a bit more normally, however I was still unable to fully extend my legs. Kristen, on the other hand… Every step was an exercise in stimulation. Even with the vibrators turned off, they still made their presence known. Each one playing itself off against the other while both nestled tightly within the depths of her loins. I knew what she must have been going through, and snickered at her under my breath. She deserved it after how she had teased me hours ago.

A Husband's Lesson

Tue, 22 Jul 2003 00:00:00 +0000

A Husband’s Lesson by Brooke A Husband’s Lesson By Brooke

Lucy, a transient resident of the commune, was a foul little witchling – or, more accurately speaking, a moody, hornily premenstrual young girl with more than a passing interest in the occult. She also shared Angie’s taste in men, specifically Danny. Like a cat checking out its prey, she’d studied him keenly. She was only nineteen, but had a perverse attraction to older men – particularly older married men exuding power and confidence.

Sammy Joe’s Barnyard Self-Bondage 7

Tue, 22 Jul 2003 00:00:00 +0000

Sammy Joe’s Barnyard Self-Bondage - Chapter 7 by Hagster Sammy Joe’s Barnyard Self-Bondage Part Fourteen “Is Anybody There?” Sammy Joe’s Barnyard Self-Bondage Part Fourteen “Is Anybody There?” I awoke slowly. A noise had startled me until I realized it was a snore, my own grunting sinuses. There was a breeze on my face and I wondered from where it was coming, so I cracked open an eye and looked around. The ceiling fan was turning. Great, the power had been restored. I made an effort to stretch my arms after my well-deserved nap. The sound of chains rattling alerted me as to my bed-bound situation. Kristen had left me chained to the bed, but had obviously been back to check on me because a bed sheet had replaced the robe she had draped over me. But, why didn’t she let me loose? The only reason I could imagine was she was trying to allow me to fulfill my bondage fantasies. Gee, how kind of her, huh? At least she was looking after me, and the “entertainment” was first rate.

What Martin Knew

Tue, 22 Jul 2003 00:00:00 +0000

What Martin Knew by Celeste What Martin Knew By Celeste Martin was different. He knew that, he’d always known that, as far back as Martin could remember, Martin had known he was different. Nobody else seemed to share his fascinations, no one he knew at school taped “bits” of TV shows like he did. A kidnap scene here, a bit of a medical drama there, alone he’d sit moving the tape along frame by frame freezing a glimpse of a straightjacket. Staring long and hard at the screen, as most teenage boys do Martin discovered what turned him on in the privacy of his bedroom. By the time he left school the internet had opened up a whole world of bound helpless, if 2 dimensional females for Martin to lust after. His experiments with those more solid females around him had been fun but lacked… that certain something.

Das nächste Stadium

Thu, 10 Jul 2003 00:00:00 +0000

Das nächste Stadium by schmidtchen35@freenet.de

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Finisterra

Thu, 10 Jul 2003 00:00:00 +0000

Finisterra by Clayton Stillwater Finisterra By Clayton Stillwater westbound80@hotmail.com

Lewis didn’t get many visitors because he lived in a rural part of Manatee County, Florida, at the tail end of a dirt road alongside a creek. Lewis didn’t mind. He was a writer who liked solitude. His idea of a good conversation was reading a book by a great historian.

Still, even a sage gets lonely, so when the doorbell rang he responded.

Traditional Ceremony 2

Tue, 01 Jul 2003 00:00:00 +0000

(story continues from Traditional Ceremony)_

_Traditional Ceremony

Part Two by Zack Traditional Ceremony by Zack_

The wagon carrying the captives had been plodding along for a several hours, most of the time traveling on rutted narrow roads cut through woodlands. The two men sat on the seat, and the leader stayed in the back near the tailgate, alternating between watching the back trail and guarding the captives. Finally the wagon stopped near a side door of a large hunting lodge deep in a forest. It had been a stressful trip for the bound women; the tight hogties quickly became very painful, and the unsprung wagon bed transmitted every bump in the road directly into their immobile bodies.

Evil Step Sister

Sun, 22 Jun 2003 00:00:00 +0000

Evil Step Sister - Part I by Hershel Shaeffer Evil Step Sister by Hershel Schaeffer

My name is Sean. When I was sixteen we lived in a middle class home in a small town in Indiana. There are five of us my mother, my step-father, my 20 year old sister Sara, my 17 year old step sister Darcy and of course myself. Yes, my stepfather was an asshole. My Mom was nice enough. Sara attends the community college. She was very sweet, absolutely gorgeous, and was one of the most popular girls in high school. Her senior year she was even selected the homecoming queen. Darcy on the other hand was a freaky nasty bitch on her best day. It gave her great pleasure to make me as miserable as possible. She was tall, even a little taller than me at 5’9”. She wasn’t unattractive. It was just really hard to tell, because her style was so freakish. She would always dress in black accessorize with studded leather collars and bracelets, dark make-up and nail polish, an array of piercings and an assortment black wigs of varying lengths. A whole morbid-punk-goth sort of thing that fits right in with the group of freaks she hung out with. At home or at school we generally just tried to avoid each other.

Sleep Sack Blue Balls

Mon, 16 Jun 2003 00:00:00 +0000

Sleep Sack Blue Balls by pierced_m AKA- rob Sleep Sack Blue Balls By pierced_m AKA- rob

My Mistress/Wife “Denise” felt it was time for me to relate another story to you, and as W/we just finished, a session involving a sleep sack She instructed me to tell you about the first time W/we used the sleep sack.

(W/we live the life of Mistress and bondage slave 24/7 and have converted a spare bedroom into a dungeon. Denise works as a Corrections Officer in a California State Prison and I have a medical retirement, which allows me to stay home.)

Charlotte's First Tease

Tue, 10 Jun 2003 00:00:00 +0000

Charlotte’s First Tease by Heavensforbidden Charlotte’s first tease. By Heavensforbidden. This is my first attempt at writing a story gromet, hope you like it.(most of it is true)

“It depends on what you’re looking for” he said matter of fact. Robert was talking to his new girlfriend about the internet and what sites there were to be found if you looked in the right places. He and Charlotte had been seeing each other for about a week and had made love about 3 times since their first date. If Robert was to categorise their relationship he’d say they were at the ‘discovery’ stage. Still finding out about what each other liked in bed.

Confidential Package

Tue, 10 Jun 2003 00:00:00 +0000

Confidential Package by bella_bubby Confidential Package * * * * * * * * PART 1 * * * * * * * *

I hear a knock at the door, answer it, but no one is there. I look down and there sits a large box with my name stamped on top. With great difficulty I drag the box inside. Across the wooden crate in big red letters reads CONFIDENTIAL. I wasn’t expecting anything, maybe I won a competition or something, but what sort of prize would be so secret. I go into the laundry and grab my tool kit, grabbing the biggest claw hammer I have. I start to pry the lid off, when I hear a faint noise come from within the box. I try to peak in through the tiny gap, but its too dark inside to see anything apart from the faint shine of something metallic looking. I can still hear the faint noise, almost like breathing coming from inside that crate. That’s it…I want to know whats in that box. So frustrated with not knowing, I start laying into the box, ripping the lid off. As I do all four sides of the box collapse revealing a cold metal cage…but its whats inside the cage that interests me more… As I go in for a closer look, I hear another knock at the door. I go out and there at my feet is yet another box, this one much smaller and un-marked, only characterised by a large red ribbon. I untie the ribbon and as it falls to the ground I open the box and peer inside to see a large array of toys. Not toys a child would play with, but adult toys, vibrators, nipple clamps, even an electrode kit. As I move everything about in the box, having a look at the assortment, I see writing on the bottom of the box. I move everything aside to see the note…’Do with me as thou wilt…I am yours!’

Internet Dominatrix

Tue, 10 Jun 2003 00:00:00 +0000

Internet Dominatrix by subgamble Internet Dominatrix by subgamble

Before we can get into this tale, you need to know a few things about me. At the time I was 25 years old and had always been interested in bondage. I had practiced a lot of self bondage even to the extent of being bound almost 24 hours. I was really into receiving pain, or the idea of receiving pain. My dream was to meet a dominant woman that would tie me up with no hope of escape and torture me without mercy. I was also into male chastity belts and had purchased a very secure one from a famous manufacturer. Once I was locked into my Access Denied chastity belt, there was no escape and no sex. Not even could I masturbate.

The Visitor

Tue, 10 Jun 2003 00:00:00 +0000

The Visitor by Wallace THE VISITOR by Wallace

How did that old TV series start?

A deserted diner on a lonely road…

Something like that wasn’t it?

“The Invaders.”

People from another planet who arrive on this one to take it over.

Don’t they always?

Well the A23 wasn’t exactly lonely that night but it wasn’t teeming with life either and it wasn’t a diner. I don’t think there are too many of them in East Sussex; in fact it was another vehicle. What appeared to be a deserted vehicle …I’m getting ahead of myself I suppose.

Das nächste Stadium

Thu, 29 May 2003 00:00:00 +0000

Das nächste Stadium by schmidtchen35@freenet.de

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Das nächste Stadium

Thu, 22 May 2003 00:00:00 +0000

Das nächste Stadium by schmidtchen35@freenet.de

Hello, I’m a fan of your site and find the stories fantastic. Please more of it …

I have written a story about a young couple, the girl ist going permanently enclosed in thick black rubber, with lot of pain and her boyfriend enjoys ist at last.

Long Awaited

Thu, 22 May 2003 00:00:00 +0000

Long Awaited by SubKitten73 A Friend In Need By T.S. FESSELN Thought this might be worth viewing… it is a first for me, and if I get response, I will continue the story to let readers know what really happened next! Long Awaited" written by SubKitten73

She awoke with a start. Was that the phone ringing? No… it must have been a dream so she rolled back over in the bed and fell back to sleep. A scant few minutes later, she was jolted by the very real ringing next to the bed. Who in the world would be calling her tonight? “Hello?” she asked timidly, not even sure why she had the urge to answer the phone in the first place. “Good evening. How are you this evening?” She didn’t know quite what to say. The voice sounded ruggedly familiar. Could it be? After such a long time? “Hello… I am fine,” she said, stumbling over her words and trying to wake up more so she could really decide if it was Him on the other end. “Hello, what, my dear? Has it been so long that you don’t remember the proper way to address me?” That was all she needed and then she knew it for sure.

Sue's Idea

Thu, 22 May 2003 00:00:00 +0000

Sue’s Idea by ChainedInSatin Terry’s Idea By ChainedInSatin In their last adventure, Sue had undergone an unexpectedly long session at the hands of Terry. Although in fairness, the experience had been a pleasant one for her. She had been strapped to a diabolical chair of Terry’s own devising. Every orifice plugged and connected to numerous diabolical machines. And he had left her like that for three days! Unable to escape the machine forced her to multiple orgasms and extreme stimulation, her bound body, clad in a corset and bridal gown, wanting to escape but unable to do so. Sue must have her revenge.

Worst Nightmare

Mon, 05 May 2003 00:00:00 +0000

Worst Nightmare by Nikki Saindon Worst Nightmare By Nikki Saindon

It was a stormy night and due to his wives fear of driving in the rain John was home alone tonight. His wife Amanda was scared to drive in the rain after having that terrible accident many months ago. She decided to stay with her girlfriend Linda at her house. John received the call around 8:35 P.M. from Amanda stating she would stay over Linda’s as long as the rain continued. He knew this was his chance. It was supposed to rain all night.

Terry's Idea

Mon, 28 Apr 2003 00:00:00 +0000

Terry’s Idea by ChainedInSatin Terry’s Idea By ChainedInSatin Sue had won big, very big. More than enough for her to live very comfortably for the rest of her life, and she was still young, so this could be a very long time. The win had been a surprise, a chance purchase of a lottery ticket with her regular shopping. She had sat in shock staring at the ticket until her husband arrived home from work. They had both sat there for an hour or more before excitedly deciding how to spend the money. They claimed the prize under anonymity, quit their jobs and bought a large but anonymous house in the cooler climes of the north. New cars, clothes and a few holidays followed. But temptation to spend everything at once had quickly subsided with the realization that they needed to conserve what they had if they wanted to retain their life of leisure.

Angry Sister

Mon, 14 Apr 2003 00:00:00 +0000

Angry Sister by nikkiroselee Back when I was a young girl I was into bondage. Being 14 there was no way I could ask anyone to tie me up and make me their slave. I used to love watch Terri Hatcher in the superman weekly series and wish I was the one bound and gagged

So one day when my family left for work and my sister went to the mall with her girlfriends I decided to play. I first grabbed some clothesline my mom had in the shed and went to my dad’s weight bench. After figuring out what I was going to do I got dressed. I put on one of my mom’s business suits, it was a little big on me but it served the purpose. The suit was gray with a sort of checkerboard stitching to it. The jacket has a zipper in the front and the skirt was supposed to be knee length. I looked for a pair of shoes that would go with it and settled for a pair of plain black pumps with 3 inch heels. Luckily me and my mom wore the same shoe size. Stumbling a little I made it to my room. I noticed all the men in my life had fantasies about women in suits so I felt that would be a good costume to wear.

Pushing the Limits

Mon, 14 Apr 2003 00:00:00 +0000

Pushing the Limits by Dick Chainy “Pushing the Limits” by Dick Chainy

There was a sharp click as she attached the last of my hands to the bedpost. The nylon strap was wrapped around the bedpost and attached to itself by means of an ‘O’ ring and clip. I was naked and spread-eagled on the bed with a ball gag strapped securely around my head. The velcro cuffs held my wrists and ankles comfortably and the strong wooden bed frame would resist any force that I could exert. Around my waist I wore a belt with a D-ring on each side.

Out of Control

Tue, 08 Apr 2003 00:00:00 +0000

Out of Control By O-2-B-Tied 2003

It all started when I arrived home from work one night. I was met at the door by my wife wearing a leather g-string and leather & chain style bra that allows her ample breasts to be supported but exposed. She was sipping a glass of wine as I entered the house and announced that tonight I would be her slave to do with as she pleased, that was if I didn’t have anything else on for the evening.

Slave's Training

Wed, 26 Mar 2003 00:00:00 +0000

Slave’s Training by PShadowPhazer

You walk into the bedroom, looking around you see the chains hanging from the wall sparkle in the light of a single lamp in a corner and me sitting on the bed. “Well my little slave do you know why I wanted you in here?” Kneeling before the bed you hold your head high with your eyes downcast as it should be. “No Master what have you called this one in here for?” You can feel my frown as it grows. “Because I saw you kissing another man my pet and for that you must be punished.” “But Master…” is all you can get out before I push a ballgag into your mouth and lock it shut behind your head, then reaching behind you I take your wrists and raise you up so you are standing on your tiptoes and enclosing your wrists in handcuffs dangling on the end of a chain from the ceiling.

Walking the plank

Wed, 26 Mar 2003 00:00:00 +0000

Walking the Plank by Nickerlas Walking the Plank by Nickerlas I couldn’t see much through the open zipper in the front of the leather mask, and I couldn’t push the branches out of my way as my wrists were firmly tied behind my back. Chum was guiding me along the forest path with a strong grip on my arm, all the while filming our progress on his digital. Apart from sandals and the mask I was stark naked.

Dungeon Of Denial

Sun, 16 Mar 2003 00:00:00 +0000

Dungeon Of Denial Chapter 1 - The Lamb by Dangermouse Dungeon Of Denial - Chapter 1 - The Lamb The morning began like so many others as Anne sipped her morning coffee and watched the throngs of students file through the cafeteria. It was a conglomeration of individual routines that had gone unchanged at the university for more years than could be remembered. Anne’s divorce had been rough, but she knew that going back to college and completing her degree would be just the ticket to get her life back on track. Financially it was hard, But Anne worked long hours and was adjusting nicely. Still there was a monotonous air to her life. School in the mornings, waitressing in the afternoons, gym in the evening. A hectic schedule to be sure, but worth the effort nonetheless.

Electric Lady

Thu, 06 Mar 2003 00:00:00 +0000

Electric Lady By: The Techster

It is no secret that my lover, Techie, got me well with her last treat and torment. The combination collar/wrist/ankle spreader and cbt device had me helpless and displayed in out annual halloween party.

Now it is my turn and I promised her I would do “her right”

If my plan worked my marriage partner of 30 + years, wife, lover, part time slave and part time dom, was going to experience the strongest orgasm she had ever experienced.

Tied at work 2

Wed, 26 Feb 2003 00:00:00 +0000

(story continues from Tied at Work)

Tied at Work 2 by Jan Wright

Part two

Dave had suggested I have my nipples pierced and a few days later, I went with him to his friends and had them done. His friend fitted the rather large rings and then sealed them shut so I couldn’t take them out. The constant weight of the rings kept my tits alive with their constant bouncing. I worried that someone at the office may see them.

Weekend in Rotterdam

Wed, 26 Feb 2003 00:00:00 +0000

Weekend in Rotterdam by Dutchgirl

Hi, I’m Nena from Holland and I’m 23 years old. I’m a big fan of selfbondage since I was about 13 or 14 years old. I used to tie myself up when my parents went out. I also have a sister who is 2 years younger than me. I was never caught or unable to escape. The story I’m going to tell you happened when I was 18.

Fantasy of a Kat

Wed, 05 Feb 2003 00:00:00 +0000

8 8 Fantasy of a Kat by kitn Yet another of Kats Creations Fantasy of a Kat Entering the room she moved upon all fours to her favourite place, the sheepskin rug, warmed by the suns rays she turns about a few times before laying down upon it. Closing her eyes against the suns light, she feels her chains heating up gently warming her skin wherever they touch her. With a soft sigh, she visibly relaxes there in the sun on her rug, awaiting the return of her Master.

The Long Road Home

Wed, 05 Feb 2003 00:00:00 +0000

8 8 The Long Road Home by kitn Yet another of Kats Creations The Long Road Home She walked down the winding desert road her blue denim shorts hugging her tight, so short they could have passed as underwear. Her shirt if you could call it that consisted of a brief bikini top chosen for its white color, which set off her sun darkened skin to perfection. The top itself barely consisting of enough fabric to cover her nipples let alone contain her pert ample breasts. Her legs long and lean ended in a pair of canvas boat shoes and no socks. She reaches up to impatiently brush at a long strand of auburn hair that has been blown into her grey eyes.

The Party's Over

Wed, 05 Feb 2003 00:00:00 +0000

8 8 The Party’s Over by RopeBound

OK. So I can remember the party. My best friends’ 30th and it was huge. All in total I think there were about 100 people attending, most of whom I knew. It was open bar, live music, and in a hotel, so my level of intoxication was not to be an issue.

There were some new faces, one face I remember clearly (along with other of her attributes), a red head, about 5’5” and looking like a Victoria’s Secret model. She was dressed in tight blue jeans and a low cut top and seemed to be interested? Now, I am not the super stud, hunk of a man that would seem to be her type. I am about 6’, 200 lbs., and have that “boy next door” look, you know, the one who the parents always liked but she wanted something a little more “dangerous”. That’s not to say I don’t my dark side, the side that I apparently shared with this stranger, Aaron. I think. Anyway, I remember talking to her at the bar and hitting it off. We talked for hours, or so it seemed. I know that we entered into some conversations relating to sex, and as I put down the beers, they became quite explicit. I shared with her my fascination with bondage, something that only an X would have known about me. She in turn shared some of her more risqué sex stories. She was obviously more versed than I in the subject and I found myself becoming aroused.

The Stable

Wed, 05 Feb 2003 00:00:00 +0000

8 8 The Stable by kitn Yet another of Kats Creations The Stable The day dawned bright, sunshine streaming through the window bathing her face in warmth. Opening her eyes she rolls over and looks at the clock a smile lighting her face as she jumps up and stretches. “Today is the day,” she thought as she headed off to the shower.

Entering her bedroom after her shower she begins rummaging for her Riding apparel when her phone begins to ring. Rushing to answer the phone her greeting a clipped “Yes?” the voice on the other end easily identifiable she listens. “No Sir My riding lesson is this Morning” pausing “Yes Sir i will be home on time” another pause as she listens “Yes Sir .. Goodbye” skipping back to her room dons her riding gear and leaves her home a smile on her face.

Open!

Fri, 10 Jan 2003 00:00:00 +0000

8 8 Open! by Margaret B

An appointment with the dentist is one of those modern engagements that all of us dislike. Even if we have a dentist we like, insurance that covers most of the cost, and enjoy the feeling of a clean smile and good dental health going to the dentist is never a pleasure. Some people have true phobias of the dental office or chair requiring behavioral analysis and modification to allow the barest required treatment from even the kindest professional. Sitcoms make jokes about dentists and the fear of the chair expressing our dislike of going before millions of people. Thus, a few years ago Kramer coined the discriminatory title “anti-dentite” in an episode of what many people believe to be the best sitcom series ever produced. There are among us a class of people who will avoid the dentist as long as possible while suffering and risking their health. This short story recaps a recent visit to the dentist’s chair with a little extra pain and suffering.

The Making of a Model

Fri, 10 Jan 2003 00:00:00 +0000

8 8 The Making of a Model by kitn Yet another of Kats Creations THE TELL TALE COLLAR It started out as a lousy day and just seemed to get worse. Clients not satisfied with their vacation came into the office trying to get a refund… the reason… lousy weather. Shaking her head she promised them that she would do her level best to get the tour company to give to give them compensation of some sort. Of course, she knew that the company would laugh in her face, but hey, in a customer service oriented company the Client is always right. With a sigh, she dialled the tour operator knowing the response before anyone picked up the line.

The Tell Tale Collar

Fri, 10 Jan 2003 00:00:00 +0000

8 8 Master’s Snack by kitn Yet another of Kats Creations THE TELL TALE COLLAR She awakens and sits upright in the bed, listening, craning her head straining against the darkness of their room. Eagerly she slips onto the cool floor her feet making little sound as she pads through the quiet hallways of the house. She sighs softly thinking it must have been her mind playing tricks as she awaits her Master’s arrival home. Moving into the kitchen she opens the refrigerator and removes the gallon of milk nearly dropping it as His soft authoritative voice sounds behind her. “A Midnight snack, my kitn?” Spinning and nearly dropping the milk in her haste she smiles and throws herself into His arms kissing him tenderly at times .. and passionately at others. “I’ve missed you so Master”, she smiles up at Him then giggles as she realizes she is still holding the cold carton against His back. Shrugging sheepishly she places the carton on the table behind Him and stand before Him drinking in His appearance. “How was your trip?” Curling close against Him and listening to His heart beat a moment or two longer before stepping away and pouring two glasses of milk and pulling His cake out of the refrigerator.

Lonely Hearts

Fri, 20 Dec 2002 00:00:00 +0000

8 8 Lonely Hearts by kitn Yet another of Kats Creations Lonely Hearts

Sitting curled up on the sofa in the rented beach cottage staring into the fire her thoughts a million miles away she rises and paces slowly from the fireplace to the sliding glass doors. The rain was thundering against the roof making her more restless, the silence that she craved making her stir crazy. Pausing at the doors she grabs the handle and in one decisive movement pulls it open.

Mine

Fri, 20 Dec 2002 00:00:00 +0000

8 8 Mine by kitn Yet another of Kats Creations

The dim interior of the Den was relieved by only a single lamp on the table next to her Masters chair, his back to the door his leather chair creaking softly as he shifted his weight from one side to the other.

Standing in the doorway holding a serving tray with his dinner, she begins to move with stealth. Silently approaching the master from behind, laying the tray on the table beside his chair. Praying that you were not heard as the lesson of silence both in voice and movement was one hard learned. Placing long slender fingers on the back of his neck rubs gently her forefingers reaching for his temples. The small bells attached to her nipple clamps jangle unexpectedly causing her to jump back in shock, realizing what she had done immediately resumes her position and task.

The Hunter Becomes The Hunted

Fri, 20 Dec 2002 00:00:00 +0000

8 8 The Hunter Becomes The Hunted by IVNIK8ER (fornicator) THE HUNTER BECOMES THE HUNTED By: IVNIK8ER

When I saw her sitting alone in a booth at the cafe I was taken aback by her beauty and the easygoing way she seemed content to enjoy her energy drink alone. She was about 5’9”, 125 lbs., long, silky brunette hair and beautiful blue eyes that seemed to sparkle with sensuality. I watched her come in from my stool at the counter. Her long legs, accentuated in a pair of skin tight spandex pants, were obviously toned and they flexed quite nicely while she walked to her booth. Her tank top was also made of spandex and, judging by the way her “D” size breasts were defying gravity, moonlighted as a bra of some sort. With her hair flowing casually down past her shoulders, I got the impression she had just exercised or something of that nature. Although she was soon reading a magazine, she appeared alert to her surroundings as she looked up when I stared at her for more than a few seconds.

Happy Anniversary

Tue, 10 Dec 2002 00:00:00 +0000

Happy Anniversary - Techster gets His Collar By Techie

Keeping the marriage boredom from settling in after 30 + years is always fun and challenging. My husband, Techster, has always been a willing and fun subject for my erotic bondage experiments. I enjoy seeing him helpless with his most private parts and that nicely shaped butt of his fully exposed for my pleasure (and his torment). In honor of our anniversary (30+ years) I thought it would be fun to design and build a heavy all steel restraint system. This system would combine a collar with a spreader bar and a linking bar that would force him to stand and waddle/walk bent over so that nicely shaped butt is available for my viewing and torment.

House Painting

Tue, 10 Dec 2002 00:00:00 +0000

8 8 House Painting by kitn Yet another of Kats Creations THE TELL TALE COLLAR He stood upon the steps in front of her house watching her work. She moved to the music playing in her headphones obviously a country tune by the occasional bits and pieces she sang out loud. He smiled as He stood there waiting to be acknowledged. He took in the drop cloths the paint and the rolls of tape stacked about the front porch. The house would be painted he mused to himself as he waited, watching her begin to mask the windows. Out loud he muttered, “What a waste of tape!”

How I got my new $1000 Diamond Tennis Bracelet

Tue, 10 Dec 2002 00:00:00 +0000

Forum Feedback How I got my new $1000 Diamond Tennis Bracelet or Never bet against a lady engineer! By Techie

Sometimes even the nicest men can be so stubborn and macho about certain things that they simply have to be shown to recognize the reality of the situation. Last week, Techster, my husband of many years and I were watching an adult video about slave contracts and when he saw the slaves licking their master’s and mistresses’ assholes remarked that no amount of torture could make him do that. A brief discussion followed that ended up by his challenging me. " You’ll never find me licking someone’s asshole!" I countered, “With the proper training anyone will willingly submit to their masters’ demands!” Techster replied. “No way here! Tell you what. I can stand up to anything you can dish out! I’ll give you eight hours. I will be your slave. If you can get me to give in and lick your asshole I’ll get you a diamond tennis bracelet. If I win and hold out for two days you will wear my locking slave collar around your neck for a month 24/7.” “Agreed. When do you want to start?” I asked. “Whenever you are ready.” He responded. “Next weekend.” I answered. " The workshop is off limits until Friday evening. If you need anything from it ask me. OK?" “OK!” he agreed.

The Gift

Tue, 10 Dec 2002 00:00:00 +0000

8 8 The Gift by kitn Yet another of Kats Creations

When the day dawned bright she awoke the sun streaming through the bars of her cage she waited in silence her hands cuffed to the bars of her prison but even the gag in her mouth could not dampen her spirits today as she waited for her Master to come and release her.

He enters the room and immediately she is aware of his presence, his strength, his control.

The Tell Tale Collar

Tue, 10 Dec 2002 00:00:00 +0000

8 8 The Tell Tale Collar by kitn Yet another of Kats Creations THE TELL TALE COLLAR

Standing there in her bedroom looking frantically for the misplaced keys she groaned as her search was interrupted by a knock at her door. “COME IN” she yelled, hoping it would be friend not foe as she resumed her search. The steps sounding on the stairs lent her security as she recognized the tread of her lifelong friend and confidant. “Hello Chris, pardon the mess. If you can bulldoze your way to my chair have a seat”, she joked after hugging and releasing him. Laughing at the mess she had created he strode to her desk chair avoiding various piles of “stuff” sitting down he glanced into her open closet and chuckled at the mess she was making there as well.

First Days Work at the Sex Shop

Mon, 18 Nov 2002 00:00:00 +0000

8 8 First Days Work at the Sex Shop by Gravip14 This story in purely fictional. No character in it relates to any real person. If you are disturbed by bondage please do not read on.

Laura strode into her new place of work. A four-storey sex store, which claimed to supply all interests. She wore a tight, sleeveless, white top. Her nipples mounted on large breasts evidence that she wore no bra. Her black, leather skirt covering the top half of her thigh. Silver 5" heeled knee-high boots adding to her 5’ 7" slim figure. Blond hair hanging between her shoulder blades, bound in a pony-tale. Large blue eyes and full lips crowning her appearance. She moved with a confidence, which came from knowing every man here wanted her.

Nylon Bondage

Mon, 18 Nov 2002 00:00:00 +0000

8 8 Nylon Bondage by softtights

hi - would be great to see more tights related stories..so here’s one to get started with..all the best..softtights

I was returning home from work one evening last autumn and followed my usual route, which once off the motorway wound for five miles through some narrow country lanes. In fact the road was so narrow in places that if you met anything coming the other way the only option was to use one of the few passing places that were there.

Insatiable Eve

Mon, 04 Nov 2002 00:00:00 +0000

8 8 Insatiable Eve by Eddie

Eve returned from the grocery store with the bread and milk she had been sent in to buy. She covered her left nipple with the grocery sack. She wasn’t necessarily ashamed of the safety pin that had been unceremoniously rammed through her erect nipple, through Tee shirt and all, by her Master Foss. But, the way people stared at her was sometimes unnerving. ‘So I’m a punker!’ She would think to herself, in introspective reexamination of her appearance each time she would catch someone giving her that look. She liked the way her shaggy hair was died green and especially the way she had given it that special look by dying the ragged fringe blood red. Or perhaps it was the eye makeup that would get them? She thought her emerald green eyes looked “Right!”, immersed in the hastily applied sea of black, charcoal eye smudge.

Melting Point pt 2

Mon, 04 Nov 2002 00:00:00 +0000

(story continues from Melting Point)

8 8 Melting Point Part 2 by Yoni Steele Melting Point © Yoni Steele, 2002 HotYoni496@yahoo.com

Having a climax without permission is most assuredly against Mistress Shannon’s rules. But that one was worth it. She knew what she was doing to me, but that didn’t stop her from twisting my mind by overstimulating my sexual center. And now I am being punished.

Of course I have to be properly disciplined. While in the midst of my mind-numbing orgasm, I fell over, collapsing against the shelf of candles. The cascade that destroyed all four shelves was as inevitable as my bodily response to the most intense orgasm I have ever and probably will ever have.

Tickled to Be Here!

Mon, 04 Nov 2002 00:00:00 +0000

8 8 Tickled to Be Here! by Ty Knott Tickled to Be Here! by Ty Knott

The bindings felt soft against your skin. Soft yet unyielding. You tried to look around but you were unable to see under the dark mask that covered your eyes. The bed was comfortable beneath you and you were naked on top of it. You could feel me watching, could hear my breathing quicken as you shifted on the bed testing your bonds. Your body trembled and your own breathing speeded up, as if you had run a race. You had to calm down. You didn’t know exactly what was in store, but for the moment you had to stay calm. You could feel my entire focus on your body and you could see the view you presented from my eyes. Your arms and legs spread out to the four corners of the bed. Your hair spread out against the pillow. Your breasts rising and falling with every breath. Your nipples hardening under my scrutiny. Much to your embarrassment, you could feel your body responding, the wetness between your legs betraying you.

Sharnie

Tue, 22 Oct 2002 00:00:00 +0000

8 8 Sharnie by fastestbike

Her name was Sharnie she was drop dead gorgeous, I met her at a fetish party. We talked for hours at the party and exchanged numbers I thought to myself here we go I’ll bet it’s a false number. So I came home and didn’t bother trying to ring her, Sharnie rang me a week later out of the blue and asked if I’d like to meet up for a coffee, I jumped on my bike with a spare helmet and off I went. So we met at a little café in Brunswick Street, Fitzroy.

Captured and Tortured

Mon, 07 Oct 2002 00:00:00 +0000

8 8 Captured and Tortured by gopi

There are some things that everyone thinks will never happen to them… Things like accidents, earthquakes, being struck by lightning, being burgled, and so on… … until one of these things does happen, and then they are very surprised, even upset, that it should happen to them.

Gopi was like everyone else, but in his case what he thought would never happen to him was… being abducted. Naturally, living as he did in a large populous country like India, he had heard of abductions. But they always seemed to happen in other places, and to other kinds of people - like young girls, or children of rich people - and not to perfectly ordinary people like him.

Hubbies Turn

Mon, 07 Oct 2002 00:00:00 +0000

8 8 Hubbies Turn by Jan

I had spent many a hour tied with my husbands whip falling on my ass and tits. I decided that what is sauce for the goose is sauce for the gander.

One day when we were out shopping together I took my husbands hand and said to him, " I have to get a sexy pair of panties to wear tonight, because I am going to beat you when we get home." He got a funny look on his face, but when I looked down I could see a large bulge developing in the front of his pants. We had never broached this subject before, but he got a silly grin and whispered “Yes Mistress.” As we looked through the undies, the bulge stayed in the front of his pants. It must have been uncomfortable to walk in that condition.

Journey of Discovery 10 by Victoria Mystere - Edited

Mon, 07 Oct 2002 00:00:00 +0000

(story continues from Journey of Discovery 9 by Victoria Mystere - Edited)

Journey of Discovery By Victoria Mystere Edited by Studbound

Chapter Ten

The next morning, Lillian untied Howard - briefly. After finishing breakfast, Lillian decided it was time to get back to the game. The momentarily pleasure of teasing her sub’s penis had led her to enter the road toward arousal. Without telling Howard what was going to happen, she placed her dishes in the sink and went upstairs to retrieve the hood. Searching through her box of items she also brought along the ball gag.

Crossroads

Mon, 30 Sep 2002 00:00:00 +0000

8 8 Crossroads by Windwalker crossroads By Windwalker bdsmwords@yahoo.com Chapter One: Revelations

Extraordinary experiences seemed to have a habit of arising from otherwise mundane circumstances. Dene mulled over that bit of wisdom as she turned her wrists against the insides of her polished handcuffs. She let her eyes slip closed and relished feeling their inescapable grip. If by some feat of precognition the events of this evening had been revealed to her, she surely would have dismissed the prediction as an impossible hallucination. At least as impossible as her escape from the steel that held her right now.

Toll Road

Mon, 30 Sep 2002 00:00:00 +0000

Melissa closed the car trunk and got in next to the driver. “It was really nice of you to help me move out of the dorm, Daddy. I know how busy you are with your new job.”

“I’m glad of the chance to get away for a while, honey. I’ve missed you, and now I can be with you for a few hours.”

Spellbinder Vs The Collector 4

Wed, 25 Sep 2002 00:00:00 +0000

(story continues from Spellbinder vs. the Collector - Part 3)

8 8 Spellbinder vs. the Collector - Part 4: The Climax by Ranger Spellbinder Vs The Collector Part 4—The Climax

Paula McKenzie, being forcefully pulled by the tight crotch-leash, couldn’t resist the Collector as he pulled her into the dank dungeon without extreme pain between her legs. She was so close to freedom to be caught by a “computer geek”—how humiliating. She was dragged over to a steel exam table where several henchmen held her down as they removed the straps holding down her naked body. The henchmen’s hands were everywhere—brushing and squeezing her breasts, inner thighs, and crotch. Paula struggled for all she was worth but the hands were too strong. They were slipping her legs into something very tight. She looked down to see some type of latex body suit being pulled up her body. The material felt very thin but strong.

Surprise Weekend

Sun, 22 Sep 2002 00:00:00 +0000

8 8 Surprise Weekend by Rawl

Hi all; I wanted to relate to something my girlfriend and I did about 2 years ago. First I must explain we have a very busy 7-year-old girl. This along with the shift work my girlfriend works puts a strain our play time. So it came as a pleasant surprise when her youngest from a previous marriage offered to take our little girl for the weekend. What made it even better was the fact that my girlfriend had the weekend off. I was sure we could find something to do.

His Pony

Thu, 12 Sep 2002 00:00:00 +0000

8 8 His pony By Techie

It is no secret that Techster, my husband, and player of kinky games for the past 30+ years enjoys a new challenge. Last week we were partying at a friend’s farm and his wife, Jenine, and I suggested that since we had never done it we wanted to be “pony girls” for a day. Of course our husbands were eager to help us. Even before we undressed they started talking about tails, dressing, bridles and harnesses.

Thank you Mr.Hawke, where ever you are

Thu, 12 Sep 2002 00:00:00 +0000

8 8 Thank you Mr.Hawke, where ever you are by K.B Thank you Mr.Hawke, where ever you are. By K.B. Why hadn’t I been more careful. I knew I should have buried the files deeper but I never thought she would pry around my system. I mean, she has her own computer and a dedicated line, but never once did I think about her line going down. Never. No second thoughts, a call at work and a “sure, you can use my system to log on and check your e-mail”. That was two months ago.

The Professor

Thu, 12 Sep 2002 00:00:00 +0000

The Professor by Studbound The Professor By Studbound Sarah had been raised by her mother, who was a well-known dominatrix. Sarah’s mother had been abandoned by her husband soon after Sarah was born. Mistress Domina, as she was known, proved that there was a market for domination among the professional men of the university community. In time she had accumulated a regular clientele of over fifty men with another fifty or more coming occasionally. These were all doctor, lawyers, teacher types who needed a session being spanked, whipped, tied up, or otherwise tormented and tortured – usually men whose wives didn’t quite understand their husbands’ kinky needs.

Transporting Cathy

Thu, 12 Sep 2002 00:00:00 +0000

* Transporting Cathy by Zack Copyright© 2001, 2002. All rights reserved. Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. All of the characters and organizations are imaginary, and any similarity of names to those of real persons or organizations is coincidental.

Transporting Cathy by Zack

Cathy finished a call, hit the logout button, and took off her headset. Ten o’clock. Break time at last. Cathy had only been working as a telemarketer for a week and she hated it already. She stretched and walked over to the cubicle where her friend Jolene was working a call. Jolene scribbled a note and passed it to Cathy.

The Nerd

Thu, 05 Sep 2002 00:00:00 +0000

8 8 The Nerd by Studbound The Nerd By Studbound

In my junior year at the University, I lived in the dormitory and I had a roommate who was the archtypical nerd. Quang Nguyen, who went by Jimmy, was a senior in chemical engineering. He came from a wealthy family, drove a Lexus, and seemed to have anything he wanted. I always wondered why he lived in the dorms when he could easily afford a better place – a whole house if he wanted it. But Jimmy was an odd bird, and he explained once that his father insisted that he live in the dormitory so that he would be around other people. The old man apparently knew that the kid was socially awkward and wanted him to get used to dealing with others.

Husband on display

Mon, 26 Aug 2002 00:00:00 +0000

Husband on display by Techie Husband on display By: Techie

Being a graduate engineer I am always looking for a new bondage trick. Last week when my husband and I hosted a brunch of several of our (my) kinkier lady friends I was looking for a new centerpiece. I discussed the scene with my husband, Techster, and he agreed to participate. (What I didn’t tell him was how HE would be displayed and later used to serve us our coffee and snacks.

Joanne's Story 4a

Mon, 26 Aug 2002 00:00:00 +0000

(story continues from Joanne’s Exhibition)

Joanne’s Story Chapter Four

Joanne’s Exhibition Chapter Three

While Jo was in the shower, getting ready for dinner, I telephoned Brad to confirm he was still okay for his visit later tonight. Needless to say, he was. I also took the opportunity to get my holdall full of bondage gear, the camcorder, tripod and power leads ready, and stowed them in the under-stairs cupboard downstairs, ready for use later. With Joanne out of the shower and getting dressed, I did likewise and we headed out for a romantic dinner together, to set the scene for later.

The Slave - Day 5

Mon, 26 Aug 2002 00:00:00 +0000

8 8 The Slave (Day Five)

part 1a by Wallace

Letting go of Sheila’s hands, leaving her standing silent and alone, Rosie and Chrissie moved smartly to stand either side of Sarah. They immediately began to unbutton the sides of the white cotton shift she was wearing. There were buttons along the shoulders as well. When they had undone them, the shift fell away from her body and landed in a puddle of white cloth at her feet. Sarah was naked. She stood in front of Linda unashamed, her plump body pale in the flickering candle light, her breasts large, her nipples erect, the area between her legs cleanly shaven like the rest of her body, her outer lips clearly defined.

The Slave - Day 5

Mon, 26 Aug 2002 00:00:00 +0000

8 8 The Slave (Day Five) by Wallace

This is odd. In some ways it parallels Jenny’s “Why we do it”, but it’s been rattling around in my head for weeks. Honest Jenny, it really has. It’s an excerpt from something that will, eventually, be a lot larger but this seemed as good a time as any to give it an airing.

THE SLAVE (DAY FIVE)

FRIDAY JULY 19th – 7.00 AM.

This is Your Life

Mon, 26 Aug 2002 00:00:00 +0000

This is Your Life by Studbound This is Your Life By Studbound Paramiz Arkadian, who everyone knew simply as Pat, was a happily married man, forty-five years old, who lived in the Dallas area. Tall at over six feet, but muscular and dark, he weighed about two hundred pounds, had black piercing eyes, and a warm smile that immediately marked him as friendly and sociable. For a living, he operated a resort in a secluded area south of the city – one that had been generally very profitable. He had a wife, had been married for over twenty years, and together they had three sons ranging in age from fourteen to eighteen. His wife was a charming woman one year his junior. Her bright blue eyes and delightful disposition made her popular and together the Arkadians were socially active around the city.

Bondage Nights

Tue, 20 Aug 2002 00:00:00 +0000

8 8 Bondage Nights by rob AKA- pierced_m Story Title - Bondage Nights Author - rob AKA- pierced_m E-Mail - pierced_m@yahoo.com This is a True Story_

Ten years ago I was injured at work and received a medical retirement, along with a cash settlement which gives me the opportunity to remain unemployed and stay at home. Denise who has always had a dominant personality decided to remain employed at Her current position as a State Prison Correction Officer at a men’s prison in California.

Hubbies Revenge

Tue, 20 Aug 2002 00:00:00 +0000

8 8 Hubbies Revenge by Jan Smith Hubbies Revenge

Melissa had her toys and loved to play with them. She had a swing set in her back yard that she had made her husband drag home before it found its way to the garbage. She had spent many a hour tied to the frame, dreaming that she was a slave waiting to be sold. Sometimes she would lock herself to the bars with the key froze in a block of ice. Other times she would tell her husband to tie her and leave her until he came home from work. She would never let her husband enjoy her playing as it was her private time. Standing there she would pull on her bonds and wish that she could reach her aching pussy. Sometimes her husband would try to run his hands over her body, but she would snap at him and send him away. She was her own mistress and slave.

Summertime Adventure

Tue, 20 Aug 2002 00:00:00 +0000

8 8 Summertime Adventure by Carol-Jane

Here we go with another one of my summertime adventure.

After getting such great encouragements about my first story, I wanted to tell you another one of my experiences in bondage. It took place in the summer of ’82 when I was 14. I spent 2 weeks of my summer vacation with my cousin at her summer country place in eastern Ontario. We were only 3 months apart in age so we got along really well together. We were the only girls in the small group of kids 13 – 15 or so who stayed at this small country vacation spot around a small lake. We ignored the kids younger than us and the few older than us tended to ignore us. There were about 5 or 6 boys, so together we were a group of around 8.

The Prisoner

Tue, 20 Aug 2002 00:00:00 +0000

The Prisoner by Studbound The Prisoner By Studbound

Once when I was twenty-one I was attending the university and still living with my parents who decided to move. The new house was in an established neighborhood, and as it happened, two young women lived next door, also with their parents. Mary was nineteen and her sister, Judy, was seventeen. About two months after we moved in, during the summer, my parents were off on vacation, and so were the parents of the girls next door. They invited me over to spend the evening watching television.

The Twins

Tue, 20 Aug 2002 00:00:00 +0000

The Twins by Studbound The Twins

Jim came home from the university at the usual time, but something was wrong. His twin brother, Tim, who always got home a bit earlier, wasn’t around. Tim always shot baskets or watched television, or sat in the kitchen eating something out of the refrigerator. But there was no sign of Tim. Jim was concerned.

Jim walked around the house, looking for his brother. The twins were close, all the time generally knowing what the other was doing. It was unlike Tim to go off somewhere and not tell Jim. At twenty, the Stalder twins were almost inseparable. They were a holy terror, driving their divorced mother and older sister to distraction with their antics, always into trouble, wrecking the car or annoying the neighbors. Good looking young men they were muscular, attractive, personable and always with a girl hanging around. And they were always having difficulty with the law or the people who lived around them. They were renegades.

Carol

Mon, 05 Aug 2002 00:00:00 +0000

8 It’s great to see my stories posted to your site. I have another one here. I’d be interested to see comments from readers so post my e-mail (cj_noel@yahoo.com) at the end of this one. Thanks. CJ

Carol Bound by CJ

This experience happened a few years ago with a old friend who I have since lost contact with. Her name is Carol and we were both in our mid 20’s at the time and had been friends since high school. Carol was about 5 ft 8 in tall and had “impressive” breasts. She was also very flexible from many years of yoga which you’ll see paid off in the story.

Island Adventure

Mon, 05 Aug 2002 00:00:00 +0000

Carol Simony, CEO of the Choplet-LaSalle Corporation and the richest woman in the USA, strode out of the Manila office building and across the sidewalk inside a wedge formed by her bodyguards; she ignored the cries of protest from the pedestrians who were jostled out of the way by her phalanx of thugs. So sure was she that her limo would be waiting that she was at the curb before she noticed it wasn’t there.

The Sure Winner

Mon, 05 Aug 2002 00:00:00 +0000

The Sure Winner by Studbound

“I know I can win this time.”

“And what makes you think so? You’ve said that over and over, contest after contest, and you’ve never won anything in your life!”

“Yes, yes, but I know I’ll win this time. It’s a sure thing. I’ve got it all figured out.”

“Okay, so what’s the contest that you’re sure to win? Not the lottery I hope.”

“No, no. Nothing like that. This is a picture contest. You send in your picture, and the winner gets a two-week vacation for two in Hawaii.”

We Dare You

Mon, 05 Aug 2002 00:00:00 +0000

We Dare You by Studbound We Dare You By Studbound

Tod and Louise had been married about two years. Tod, was a physical education instructor and Louise, a yoga instructor. Both prided themselves on their health, looks, and abilities. They shared many interests, and were deeply in love although Louise sometimes resented Tod’s take-charge attitude about things. One thing they both did faithfully was watch the new television sensation – a program titled “We Dare You.” Finally, after months of trying, they managed to secure two tickets to watch a taping of that very popular game show. All of their friends were envious because among almost anyone in the country between the ages of twelve and thirty-five, getting into see “We Dare You” was something worth working for. Couples had to submit requests with pictures, and those granted tickets were selected in a drawing held every two months. Tod and Louise loved the program, never missed it, and submitted requests at every opportunity.

Bride of the Sun God

Tue, 23 Jul 2002 00:00:00 +0000

(story continues from Bride of the Sun God)_

* The Star Fleet Series Bride of the Sun God by Zack

Chapter 3

Sonji dashed across the towpath and hid in some bushes until the boat moved on. She could hear the tired horses clopping down a road not far from where she was hiding as the hostler led them away. She had no better idea, so she made her way to the road and trailed along after the horses until they were put into a barn on the outskirts of a small village. The road she was on was more than a farm track and it seemed to continue beyond the village, so she decided to walk on for a while; getting away from the canal was probably a good idea.

The Gifts

Tue, 23 Jul 2002 00:00:00 +0000

(story continues from The Gifts)

8 8 The Gifts - Part 3 by Apryllrain

The Gift part 3

It’s my birthday, never mind which one! I may be a horny, needy, painslut, but I’m still a lady and I wouldn’t tell you if you asked. Since I’m an unattached sub, Three Doms that I play with have each offered a gift, and I have a feeling, it will be a birthday I will never forget.

The Zealots

Tue, 23 Jul 2002 00:00:00 +0000

The Amalgamation Survey Ship Interloper moved in a synchronous orbit above the third planet of star C299776. Two women entered the Captain’s office and one said, “Lieutenant Erig and Junior Lieutenant Mahoon reporting as ordered, Captain.”

Captain Goda returned their salute. “At ease, ladies. This ship has been ordered to carry out another search and rescue mission.”

Treed

Tue, 23 Jul 2002 00:00:00 +0000

It was mid-May in northern Arizona, and final exams were over at last. Jenny knew that she had done well; studying is easy when you don’t have a social life. She entered the Student Union and looked around until she spotted her best friend Toni waving to attract her attention.

Toni rejoiced, “Free at last! What have you got planned for the summer, Jen?”

Treed

Tue, 23 Jul 2002 00:00:00 +0000

Toni rejoiced, “Free at last! What have you got planned for the summer, Jen?”

Amber’s Misfortune 4

Mon, 22 Jul 2002 00:00:00 +0000

Amber’s Misfortune, My Gain - Part 4 by Gagged Utopia

Amber wakes to some extreme cramping in her legs, neck and shoulders. Looking around, she realizes that she is still in the cage and can’t move. Surprisingly she was able to get some sleep, but was only due to the pure exhaustion from the day before. “What am I going to do now? I can’t move, I can’t do anything but do what this wacko says. At least I can keep him at bay a little bit by doing what he says.” she thought to herself. Every once in a while the smell from her shit and piss where she lost control during the night would reach her nose causing her to wince. Just the thought of being locked in a cage, inches from her own waste and her face covered in dog food was too much to bear. Amber started to cry profusely and uncontrollably.

Amber’s Misfortune 5

Mon, 22 Jul 2002 00:00:00 +0000

Amber’s Misfortune, My Gain - Part 5 by Gagged Utopia

Preface

Two weeks have now passed since Amber was first captured from her own self-bondage in her dorm. Having trained many slaves in the past, I can easily tell the signs when a slave has adjusted to their position and accept it. Once in a while, a slave will develop an attachment to their new masters and become instantly disobedient to the new master. It is unfortunate that the slaves have to learn they are in no way in control again, their only saving grace is most masters are not as cleaver and sadistic as I. Amber seems to be turning out into one of those slaves. She has grown very attached to me as a master and already does not see herself as a kidnap victim. Something is different with Amber however, normally I sell them off to my normal contacts or dispose of them if they get too damaged during training. Amber might be a little hard to get rid of, but I don’t have a choice… unfortunately.

Amber’s Misfortune1

Mon, 22 Jul 2002 00:00:00 +0000

Amber’s Misfortune, My Gain - Part 1 by Gagged Utopia

Introduction of Amber

Amber was a student attending the state University. Currently however, she was keeping herself busy with her summer job working as a waitress at a local pub. She seemed to enjoy her job, or at least tolerated it with a smile. I always enjoyed looking at her beautiful body; it was very athletic and toned. He nice round large breasts, I almost couldn’t control myself as I would dream of new ways to torture them. In fact, many times that was my reason for leaving the small pub.

Amber’s Misfortune2

Mon, 22 Jul 2002 00:00:00 +0000

Amber’s Misfortune, My Gain - Part 2 by Gagged Utopia

I walked down the stairs to the basement and could hear Amber squirming around, letting out a soft moan every once in a while. She seemed to be enjoying her little friend very much. The vibrator that I used was very lifelike in texture and feel, very close to my manhood that is. It was time for me to have some fun, so I walked up to her, pulled it out, and replaced it with my own cock. “I figured you would want the real thing for a change.” I said. She tried to thrash around, which was only making it better for me as I pumped away. After a few minutes, her resistance to me seemed to diminish a bit and was having a harder and harder time resisting the pleasure she was feeling.

Amber’s Misfortune3

Mon, 22 Jul 2002 00:00:00 +0000

Amber’s Misfortune, My Gain - Part 3 by Gagged Utopia

A few hours have passed and Amber starts to come to. It doesn’t take long before she realizes that she is hanging by her arms from the ceiling and her legs are chained to the floor. A state of confusion rushes over her, as she is sure that she is dead, but why would she still be chained? She comes to the realization that she is still very much alive and that she is still my prisoner.

Squire's Surprise

Thu, 18 Jul 2002 00:00:00 +0000

8 8 Squire’s Surprise by squire

Human sexuality is a unique thing, especially through the eyes of the human psyche. Take sexual fantasies, many people have fantasies they are not willing to live out. As an example, many women have fantasies of being forcefully taken, even raped. These same women would never desire for this to happen in reality. Most people have fantasies they never want to act out. I guess that is where I am broken. For me, every fantasy is a goal. I think of each as something I would try, if given the chance.

Ghosts of Kristen's Past

Tue, 16 Jul 2002 00:00:00 +0000

Kristen was in bed asleep when there was a knock on the door of her apartment. She still wasn’t quite awake when she opened the door and saw a uniformed deputy sheriff standing on her porch.

The deputy said, “Kristen, I have a warrant for your arrest on a charge of attempted psychic murder.”

Igor & Ivan

Tue, 16 Jul 2002 00:00:00 +0000

I’d been living in Arizona for about three months when I decided to take advantage of the good weather and do some outdoor self-bondage. It was mid-September, but even here in the northern part of the state the daytime temperatures were in the 70’s. If I were still back in Minnesota I’d freeze my butt off if I tried going outside without any clothes on this time of year, and for me a lot of the thrill is the chance that I’ll be discovered chained and naked.

Igor & Ivan

Tue, 16 Jul 2002 00:00:00 +0000

Kristen & the Moot Court

Tue, 16 Jul 2002 00:00:00 +0000

(story continues from Kristen & the Moot Court)

Part Three

Tien said, “I’m going to leave you now; I want to make your ID tag and the machine is really old and cranky. Don’t try to leave the stall.”

“What’s this ID tag, that you need a machine to make it?”

“It’s a stainless steel tag, like an army dog tag. Your name and prison number are punched into it. The machine was part of the old farm equipment; it was used to make ear tags for livestock.” Tien left the stall, closing and bolting the door.

The Bilbo

Tue, 16 Jul 2002 00:00:00 +0000

Penance for Gromet

Mon, 08 Jul 2002 00:00:00 +0000

8 8 Penance for Gromet by Jan Penance for Gromet

My name is Jan and I have just recently been introduced into a life of BDSM. After my indoctrination my Husband (Master) instructed me to type up my experiences (A Slave in the Making) and submit them to Gromet’s site for all to read. I did as instructed and Mr Gromet was nice enough to post my story. Unfortunately shortly after I sent it I mistakenly screwed up my E-Mail account and had to ask Mr Gromet to change my address on my story to my new one. My Master was very upset with me for having to trouble Mr Gromet and informed me that I was to be severely punished for my stupidity.

A Surprise for Marilyn 2

Tue, 25 Jun 2002 00:00:00 +0000

(story continues from A Surprise for Marilyn)

8 8 A Surprise for Marilyn Part Two by Lord David http://www.lorddavid.btinternet.co.uk

I open the door to the bedroom and look in cheerily as the morning sun rises “Morning Marilyn” I say, looking at her body still tightly bound on the bed, she grunted through her gag, she obviously didn’t get much sleep last night, if any, and if I was a nice guy, I’d untie her and let her stretch her arms and legs, but not only was I not that nice of a guy, I also didn’t want an angry Marilyn attacking me from the night before, so I thought it best she stayed in her current position, well for now at least.

Campus Demonstration

Tue, 25 Jun 2002 00:00:00 +0000

8 8 Campus Demonstration by CJ 8

Sue was an activist who always stood for third world rights, fair trade, debt reduction, and the sharing of the world’s wealth with the poor people of the third world. She had participated in all the recent demonstrations around town, but after she was frustrated that most of the demonstrations received little or no coverage from the media. She felt the third world cause was being ignored and that bothered her. One day she was discussing this problem with two college buddies, Jim and Bob. Bob said that a whole new approach was needed to bring attention to the plight of the poor, something that would attract a crowd. The common demonstration never attracts people; in fact many try to avoid them.

Dana's Revenge Pt2

Tue, 25 Jun 2002 00:00:00 +0000

(story continues from Dana’s Revenge)_

_Dana’s Revenge -Part 1 Dana’s Revenge Part 2 by Tweak

As Dana left the room after releasing my bonds I quickly jumped up and rubbed my sore ass. I also removed the butt plug which was killing me. I knew that the clock was running and I didn’t have much time. I hurriedly pulled on a pair of jeans and socks to cover up the pantyhose I was wearing. I took off the bra put on a shirt and headed out the door with little time to spare. Dana was waiting for me in the car.

Hike

Tue, 25 Jun 2002 00:00:00 +0000

8 8 Hike by CJ 8 Last summer I went for a hike with my girlfriend that I will never forget. The day started off quite normal. Jean wore shorts, a T-shirt and good walking shoes for the hike. As was normal for our day hikes I carried a small back pack with lunch and other essentials, but today I had a few other things that Jean was not aware of. Jean has never liked wearing a pack if she could avoid it and this day she could.

New Job

Tue, 25 Jun 2002 00:00:00 +0000

8 8 New Job by Jan Wright

I had seen the job advertised and the money was fantastic. I went for the interview and got the job all they were interested in was did I like bondage, they explained they were a company that made bondage gear and they want a full time research assistant. My sole job was to test their bondage gear and for that they would pay me mega bucks.

Field Survey

Sun, 16 Jun 2002 00:00:00 +0000

(story continues from Field Survey)_

Part Three

A guardsman pulled Sonji from the auction platform and dressed her in her smock. He took her to a table where the warrior who now owned her was paying money to a clerk. The warrior hardly looked at his purchase; he grabbed her arm and led her into a small room, where another warrior was standing next to a large barrel. They picked Sonji up and stood her in the barrel, forced her to crouch down, and fastened the lid. The barrel was put on a hand truck and rolled outside and down the street.

Sam's Diary

Sun, 16 Jun 2002 00:00:00 +0000

(story continues from Sam’s Diary 26,27&28)

Sam’s Diary by Studbound Sam’s Diary by Studbound

Chapter 29 February 4, 2001

To My Diary

At school during January things went well, and I concentrated on my classes. I did meet a couple of new girls who I had seen around, but really didn’t know that well. One of them is really good looking, and I get hot whenever I see her, which is uncomfortable with that damned chastity thing locked on me. We’ve talked, and secretly I took her out one evening.

How had I gotten here?

Sun, 09 Jun 2002 00:00:00 +0000

8 8 How had I gotten here? by Mike McGill

This is actually the 4th bondage story i’ve written. I think its the better of the four. They were originally for my girlfriend. I hope you enjoy this one, and i hope to see it on your site.

The hot morning sun beamed down on the back of my neck. I came to with a massive headache and a dry mouth. What had happened the night before? I couldn’t remember a thing. The inside of my mouth tasted like it had been pressure washed with some satanic mix of tequilla and gasoline. Man, did my head hurt. I was sitting in a chair, wearing only my boxers, in the middle of a seedy hotel room I had never seen before. I tried to get up but my hands and feet were firmly handcuffed to the legs of the chair. How had I gotten here? Why was I tied to a chair?

Rubber Kiss

Sun, 09 Jun 2002 00:00:00 +0000

8Story contains the original images and may take longer to load Thanks to Wolfent & Rubbersheep for sending me this story 8 Chapter One - Part 2

The morning at the Fetish shop went by in the usual way, if you could call anything they ever did together usual, it was always different, and always an orgasmic experience for Julie. They locked up the shop and headed to their favorite restaurant for lunch, Cynthia was wearing one of her famous deliciously yummy looking spandex mini dresses, a shocking pink with black tights, and matching pink strappy high heels whilst Alexis was wearing a latex long sleeve dress just above the knee and black fishnet pantyhose, her shoes were shiny black patent leather with small brass padlocked cuffs around the ankles, she looked incredible as always, “Hell they both did.” Julie thought to herself as they walked down the street together. “Hey Julie!… VvvaaaaRrooooM!….VvvaaaaRrooooM!” Cynthia said to her imitating the sound of a motorcycle as she pretended to rev imaginary handle bars. “You are so bad!” Julie said, they all giggled at Cynthia’s little inside joke as they entered the restaurant.

Rubber Kiss

Sun, 09 Jun 2002 00:00:00 +0000

8Story contains the original images and may take longer to load Thanks to Wolfent & Rubbersheep for sending me this story Chapter One - Part 1

Julie came home from a nice days work at the Fetish shop, although she loved her job, tonight she was feeling a little tired, Alexis her Mistress and employer had worked her poor pussy pretty hard today and spending a week going back and forth to Cynthia’s house getting to know her better, strapped securely into the side car of her sinister orgasm inducing motorcycle wasn’t helping much either, not that it bothered her, she loved her boss and fellow co-worker to death. Life would be so dull and uninteresting without them she thought. Her dinner date with her two most favorite women had gone very well, they always had a good time together, and now that they were spending more of their off hours together thanks to Cynthia’s suggestion she had made one day over lunch that they do so, they were having lots more fun and games together.

Foreclosure 3

Mon, 03 Jun 2002 00:00:00 +0000

(story continues from Foreclosure 2)

8 8 Foreclosure by Zack

Part Three

Notice: This is a work of fiction. Names, places, characters, and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, organizations, or persons is entirely coincidental.

It was just after 5 a.m., and Sharon was supine on her cot. She was wearing her usual night-time attire of tee shirt, sweatsuit, white socks, leg irons, and belly chains. She was covered by three blankets and shivering violently. The chains interfered with her circulation just enough that her hands and feet were icy. The outside temperature had dropped way below zero and it wasn’t much warmer inside the jail.

Rita's Superbowl

Wed, 22 May 2002 00:00:00 +0000

Rita’s Superbowl By J. Bond

This is not what I had in mind but it turned out to be quite a long game for me and I was center of attention the whole time. It all started awhile back when I moved in with my boyfriend Roy, he was some what of a sports nut and every weekend he would sit in front of the TV and watch some kind of game and drink beer and all but ignore me. Now I’m not bad to look at with my brown hair, 5foot 4-inch frame and my 38-25-36 shapes, but when a game came on I might as well been invisible to him. We had many fights about this and he would tell me he was sorry and that he would pay more attention to me in the future.

A Week at the Shore

Tue, 14 May 2002 00:00:00 +0000

8 8 A Week at the Shore By domjeffrey domjeffrey@yahoo.com (Since many people have been curious in the past. The “dom” in my name is not any kinky sex reference, it’s short for Dominic. I go by Jeff though.)

Author’s Note: This is a true story about the week after my high school graduation. The names have been changed to protect true identities. Yes, we really were 18 and did this stuff.

House Guest

Tue, 14 May 2002 00:00:00 +0000

House Guest by Studbound

He was twenty-four, college graduate, newly hired high school mathematics teacher just finishing his first year on the job. An athlete in college, now a football coach in the fall, track coach in the spring, he led an active life, was reasonably good looking, and quite fit. The girls in his classes adored him, and he loved the attention. He had been married for not quite two years.

Monkey Business

Tue, 14 May 2002 00:00:00 +0000

Notice: This is a work of fiction. Names, places, characters, and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, organizations, or persons, is entirely coincidental.

Janet looked out of the windshield as the Cessna 172 approached the airstrip carved out of the jungle that covered most of the tropical island. She could see the buildings that housed the world-famous Simian Institute and felt a combination of exhilaration and fear. Exhilaration that she, a lowly junior pre-veterinary student, had been selected as a student intern, and fear that she wouldn’t be up to the task.

The Latex Dungeon pt 5

Tue, 14 May 2002 00:00:00 +0000

If you are the author of this story please contact me gromet99au@yahoo.com.au

Thanks to Michael, Wofent & Knightshift for parts 5-9 of the story.

The Latex Dungeon Part Five - The Hotel

***THE LATEX DUNGEON*** Julie walked along a long narrow corridor three feet wide, the walls were made of shiny black rubber and seemed alive. She could hear them breathing, see them moving.

“How did I get here…” “Where am I?” Julie thought to herself feeling a little panicked at first. she was still wearing the electric blue spandex mini dress that Cynthia had loaned to her.

The Latex Dungeon pt 5a

Tue, 14 May 2002 00:00:00 +0000

If you are the author of this story please contact me gromet99au@yahoo.com.au Thanks to Michael, Wofent & Knightshift for parts 5-9 of the story.

The Latex Dungeon Part Five - The Hotel - Part 2

***THE LATEX DUNGEON*** Julie entered the Dungeon and walked over to the gleaming sex machine. Cynthia was still shackled to it’s bed, it’s devices poised and ready just waiting to be switched on. Cynthia stirred from her Chloroform induced sleep, her eyes focused, Julie was standing above her smiling.

The Latex Dungeon pt 6

Tue, 14 May 2002 00:00:00 +0000

If you are the author of this story please contact me gromet99au@yahoo.com.au Thanks to Michael, Wofent & Knightshift for parts 5-9 of the story.

The Latex Dungeon Part Six - Disappearing Guests

***THE LATEX DUNGEON***

Alexis, Cynthia and Julie had now been at the Hotel for three days, they passed the time dancing or having a drink at the Hotel’s Bar, it was becoming obvious to all of them that the crowd at the Hotel was thinning.

The Latex Dungeon pt 7

Tue, 14 May 2002 00:00:00 +0000

If you are the author of this story please contact me gromet99au@yahoo.com.au Thanks to Michael, Wofent & Knightshift for parts 5-9 of the story.

The Latex Dungeon Part Seven - Tricks & Traps

***THE LATEX DUNGEON*** Julie started to stir from her euphoria induced state, she still laid on the white tiled pedestal in the middle of the artificial cum pool. Her head was still swimming a little like she had, had too much to drink. For a moment she thought she was still shackled to the pedestal but found she could move her limbs freely.

The Latex Dungeon pt 8

Tue, 14 May 2002 00:00:00 +0000

If you are the author of this story please contact me gromet99au@yahoo.com.au Thanks to Michael, Wofent & Knightshift for parts 5-9 of the story.

The Latex Dungeon Part Eight - The Devil gets her due

***THE LATEX DUNGEON*** “W w why a a are y y you B… b being so N Unh! nice to m me….!?! Julie panted and moaned as Bambi continued thrusting her dildo in and out of Julie’s hot rubber encased cunt, Bambi didn’t answer, instead she took hold of Julie’s hair flowing from the rubber cone on top of her open faced rubber hood of her catsuit and pulled on it jerking Julie’s head back, Julie gasped as Bambi starting to kiss her passionately as she stirred the dildo deep within her in nice wide circles,

The Latex Dungeon pt 9

Tue, 14 May 2002 00:00:00 +0000

If you are the author of this story please contact me gromet99au@yahoo.com.au Thanks to Michael, Wofent & Knightshift for parts 5-9 of the story.

The Latex Dungeon Part Nine - End Game

***THE LATEX DUNGEON*** Sweat began to bead up on Julie’s face, it gathered and ran down the sides of her face in little rivulets. Her face was flushed and looked a little redder than usual framed by the open faced hood of her black skin tight latex catsuit. She panted and gasped each time the thick chrome penis brushed against her tight latex covered pussy lips as she was held spread open and helpless before it by the strange bondage device attached to the white tiled wall of the Dungeon.

Frontier Days

Wed, 08 May 2002 00:00:00 +0000

Notice: This is a work of fiction. Names, places, characters, and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, organizations, or persons is entirely coincidental. If this resembles life in your town you are a lot luckier than I am. ———————————————————————— Frontier Days by Zack Copyright© 2001, 2002. All rights reserved.

“The Frontier Days committee is asking us for volunteers, Barbara, and I told them that you were eager to participate.”

Perfect Class

Wed, 08 May 2002 00:00:00 +0000

The Perfect Class by Studbound

He stood in front of the class and looked at them and was frankly revolted by what he saw. Nine students, eight boys and one girl. It was the last class of the day - the one he most dreaded. Small by any standard, there were only thirteen if all of them came, but that almost never happened. Attendance was unspeakably bad. Discipline was almost impossible to maintain. The students showed no interest at all in the mysteries of American History

Naughty Boy

Wed, 01 May 2002 00:00:00 +0000

Naughty Boy by Studbound

Carter Phelps finished dictating the last of eight letters while his secretary sat and listened. Moving the small recording device from in front of his mouth, he looked over at her and asked if she had any questions. She indicated that she had none.

“Can you have those typed and ready to mail by Noon?” he asked.

“No problem,” she smiled. Slowly she stood, and walked over to his chair. Standing behind him, she took the recorder from his hand and placed it on the desk. Then she slowly caressed his neck, reaching around to his face, then fondling his right ear. “You’ve been naughty,” she whispered.

Wheel of Fortune

Mon, 11 Mar 2002 00:00:00 +0000

Wheel of Fortune By Ultraprene

One day, Mistress Mandy received a letter from her old friend Cynthia:

“During my recent visit I was most pleased with your on-going training of your long-time slave Flora. I was also impressed with your new slave Jason. For a beginner he showed some real promise. I trust he is even better by now. As I told you in my last letter, I am now Curator of the Academy of Erotic Arts and Sciences Museum, and as such I am assembling some new exhibits for the Academy Museum. If you would agree to lend me Flora and Jason for a month or so, I will take excellent care of them and return them with some very valuable equipment and training. If you accept, I will send you additional details and instructions.”

Wheel of Fortune

Mon, 11 Mar 2002 00:00:00 +0000

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=-

Wheel of Fortune 3

Mon, 11 Mar 2002 00:00:00 +0000

Story continued from part 2

Part 3

Chapter 3

It was too late in the day to call a moving crew to transfer the crates to the main house where Mandy had her play rooms and “dungeon,” so they left the equipment in the carriage shed. They retired to the living room and spent the evening talking about Flora and Jason’s adventures at the Academy. Mandy also told her submissives that although her trip had been mainly business, she had taken the opportunity to meet with some colleagues in the Scene and to do a little special shopping.

Tight Latex

Thu, 10 May 2001 00:00:00 +0000

Total Rubber Occlusion

Thu, 10 May 2001 00:00:00 +0000

Charlotte stared out across the bedroom and sighed softly, weary of waiting for her beloved mistress to return. She normally managed to survive these periods of inactivity without any difficulty, but on this occasion felt the slow passage of time more acutely than usual. Sometimes she was able to doze when Victoria was out shopping or visiting friends, but now a gnawing excitement prevented such a pleasant escape. She knew something very special was about to happen and an almost juvenile anticipation made sleep impossible. The thought of Victoria aroused her, as it always did. Images of exquisite eroticism filled her mind. She had always been deeply submissive, the source of her natural deference being alopecia which struck cruelly during her late teens. Hounded by cruelty from her peers and deprived of friends by her striking nakedness, she retreated into a private world, an unsure, sometimes frightened young woman who saw no future in a society that placed so much store on physical perfection.

A Novel Idea

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

A Novel Idea by Tied2aChair A Novel Idea By Tied2aChair

It all began with an idea, a simple, novel idea… To fall in love

She sat at a table waiting patiently, quietly, calmly sipping her vodka and tonic surveying the room looking for the man to fulfill her innermost desires and fantasies. Not knowing whether she would find him or spend another night alone. But as she looked at her drink she saw something that caught her attention. A man 6’1 180 lbs average build, average size. She gave him a warm gaze that was sure to catch his eye, he smiled he was intrigued, he was enslaved. They talked casual at first about the weather and their jobs, what they sought out in life and how things could be better. As the conversation continued she started to hint at first about how she always had to be in control and how she liked to see people work for what they wanted. He smiled as he realized that this could be the one that would show him what it was to be dominated and loved. As the night grew close to 11 the conversation picked up it’s pace and the two decided to head back to her place.

A Novel Idea 2

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

(story continues from A Novel Idea)_

A Novel Idea 2 by Tied2achair A Friend In Need By T.S. FESSELN

He spent the night struggling in his silk cocoon as she spent the night enjoying the warmth of his body and thrill of what’s to come. She awoke at 7:30 to prepare her slaves torment for the day. She wanted him immobile and aware of his peril. She wanted to make a statement as to say to him I am the spider and you are the fly. So she began creating a web between two polls in her basement she first tied a piece horizontal at the top of the poll and one at the bottom then she attached lengths of ropes vertical every few inches till she had what resembled a prison cell front made out of rope then she tied the rope horizontal again from one poll to another but this time she weaved it making a rope web for her slave to lay against; And feel her power.

A Novel Idea 3

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

(story continues from A Novel Idea 2)_

A Novel Idea - Part 3 by Tied2achair A Novel Idea 3 by Tied2achair She walked down the steps with 5 six sided dice in her hand and a grin on her face that stretched from ear to ear. She approached him with a calm touch to his chest and a kiss on the cheek. She whispered into his ear, “We are going to play a game my pet.” And with that she untied him from her web and attached a pair of handcuffs to his wrists and then to the floor, which he now lay helpless on.

A Surprise for Marilyn

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

8 8 A Surprise For Marilyn by Lord David mikedcastle@hotmail.com

I looked across the airport as I was collecting my luggage. “Where was she?” I thought to myself. I had just travelled from England to meet up with one of my friends, Marilyn, in New York where she lived, and I had found out before I had travelled over that she was into BDSM, well, I have a surprise in store for her I thought, and we quickly arranged the travel arrangements, I had even managed to get a friend to let my use his holiday home for the week I was over there, so the two of us would be staying there for a while, and nobody knew where we were, this was going to be perfect.

Alone in the dark 2

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Alone in the dark 2 By Adam Egg After about half an hour of sobbing, Maria had most of the real fear out of her mind. She realized that she wouldn’t die here alone. The housemates would come back and find her. She would be hungry, thirsty and humiliated about three quarters to death but not quite dead.

‘OK, I should make the most of this while I can.’, she thought. She remembered a former boyfriend that had moved away to a new job. She really, really hated to part with him but she couldn’t go. (She cried over him for a week.) He had a special way of fondling her breasts that would make her orgasm without touching her in any other way. She hadn’t tried it on herself but now might be a good time. He would place his hands flat on her breasts with her nipples between his middle and ring fingers. With a gentle squeeze on the nipple, he would press down and begin to roll her breasts around in a circle. First, both hands would move in the same direction, then they would move in opposite directions pushing her breasts toward each other then pulling them apart. As Maria would become more aroused he would squeeze his fingers together a little tighter, press down harder and push and pull farther. As she would get close to an orgasm he would switch hands placing his right hand on her left breast and visa-versa. Not only could he give her a firm hug he could also trap her arms by her sides making it difficult for her to stimulate herself. This may be where Maria got the idea of bondage.

Alysons Story 2

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Alysons Story by Fetterer Chapter 5

Events rocked along like that. There would be times when Alyson would make arrangements with Hazel so Hazel would come to Alyson’s home if Alyson didn’t call by a certain time. Alyson found these to be far more enjoyable than they had been. To be sure, there were still safety considerations; but, even if she became overzealous, she had her safety net. Hazel was cheery about these sessions, always admonishing her to be careful. The telephones were carefully tested and then Alyson would put her body in bondage. There was one time when Hazel showed up at Alyson’s place in the middle of the bondage. The bound Alyson was terrified someone was breaking in. Hazel had the time mixed up. They both had a good laugh over that.

Alysons Story 4

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Alysons Story by Fetterer Chapter 11

Alyson and Hazel maintained their existence. Alyson was always submissive to Hazel, but occasionally, Hazel wore some of the bondage devices like the heavy chains. She was so partial to the iron helmet that she frequently wore that alone when they watched their videos, and she infrequently wore the pear gag. Also, both women rode the horses with the dildoes in their cunts; Alyson occasionally also used the ass dildo too, but Hazel hadn’t tried that yet.

Bride of the Sun God

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

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* The Star Fleet Series Bride of the Sun God by Zack

Chapter 2

It was almost noon before Thar arrived at the Xenology office. He had questioned three Sun Priestesses the previous day and this had been so strenuous that he slept late. When he got to his office he found his assistant, Ensign Zoe Latour, working at her computer. He paused to admire her. Zoe was wearing the regulation uniform, but she must have had it custom made because it looked like it had been sprayed on her voluptuous body. She also had a stunningly beautiful face, and this combination never failed to arouse him. So far questions of military propriety had kept him from making any advances, but his resolve grew weaker every day.

Bride of the Sun God

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

* The Star Fleet Series Bride of the Sun God by Zack

Chapter 1

The Amalgamation Survey Ship Interloper moved in a synchronous orbit above the third planet of star U1256637. Far below on the planet’s surface Lieutenant Thar Breg, the ship’s Xenologist, sauntered through the streets of Lanudu, the capitol of Bridium, the island nation that improbably dominated the planet. It was late spring in this northern hemisphere, and for once the sunshine wasn’t blocked by clouds. He entered the cobblestoned square that surrounded the Temple of the Sun God, a massive granite structure that dwarfed all of the other buildings in the city.

Community Service

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

* Community Service by Zack Copyright© 2001, 2002. All rights reserved. Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. All of the characters and organizations are imaginary, and any similarity of names to those of real persons or organizations is coincidental.

Community Service by Zack

Mary was anxious as she entered the big Southwind department store in suburban Seattle. She stopped and looked around as she reviewed what she had planned. She had never done anything like it before, but she needed the money. She approached the counter that displayed expensive watches.

Dana's Revenge

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

8 8 Dana’s Revenge Part 1 by Tweak

“Dana, I’m sorry. But I don’t think that we should be together anymore.”

“What, do you mean John? Are you breaking up with me?”

“Dana, I just think it would be best for both of us if we spent time apart and saw other people. At least for a while.”

“What the hell does that mean? What do you mean spend time apart and see other people?”

David's Latex Submission

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

David’s Latex Submission by angelique93@hotmail.com

Beth had finally had enough. Slowly rising on this particularly gloomy Friday morning, she decided that her husband David had neglected her for the last time. At one time, David had been an exciting companion to this energetic, tall brunette - and a marvelous lover. He was always trying out new ideas in the bedroom, wanting to please Beth as much or more as she was pleasing him. He always was attentive to Beth’s needs and wishes, both in and out of the bedroom. He used to be very affectionate, and a hopeless romantic - never anything too elaborate, but always giving Beth some trinket or kind gesture, even if it was only a big bear hug!

Dream Assignment 2 - Second Helpings

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

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This story stands on its own, but it is actually a sequel – a while ago I wrote a story called Dream Assignment, which is in the archives of this site. If you didn’t read Dream Assignment, all you need to know is that Jack, the owner of a rather up market bondage club, initiated journalist Josie into its pleasures as she researched an article on the club for her new magazine. The article has just been published, and everyone is reading it…

Dream Assignment 3 - Three Times Free

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

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_Jack, the owner and expert practitioner at an upmarket BDSM club, is falling for Josie, a journalist and bondage novice who has now been twice made helpless at his hands… story continues from Part 1 - Dream Assignment

Part Three - Three Times Free

Jack lifted the exhausted, sweat-drenched figure of Josie into his arms and carried her unprotestingly upstairs to one of the bedrooms that his BDSM club made available for the couples that frequented the establishment together.

Field Survey

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Part One

The Amalgamation Survey Ship Interloper moved in a synchronous orbit above the only landmass on the third planet of star P314159264. Three young women entered the Captain’s office, and one said, “Junior Lieutenant Erig and Ensigns Mahoon and Regan reporting as ordered, Captain.”

Captain Goda returned their salute. “At ease, ladies. I’ve summoned you because we have an important field survey pending, and since that unfortunate incident on the holodeck last night we’re now short-handed. I need three field surveyors and you are the only ones that have the necessary characteristics. I really dislike sending you out on such short notice but I have no choice. The ship has other commitments and we cannot remain here beyond our original departure date. Fortunately, this survey isn’t difficult or dangerous. I’ll give you a summary of what you’ll be doing, and if you need more details you can get them later from the net.”

Field Survey

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Part Two

A wagon pulled by two oxen entered Prison Farm Number Four. Two keepers in tan dresses sat on the seat and the back was filled with sacks of seed grain. Sonji sat on top of the sacks. She still wore the straps that the guardsman had put on her back at the jail, and a rope was tied around her neck with the free end held by one of the keepers. It was bothering Sonji to have her hands immobilized for so long, but she didn’t have any of the pain that she had experienced in Hodg’s wagon.

For Me

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

For Me

THE VISUALS: Light glints and shines off tight, shiny latex. The black second skin is stretched taut across thighs and buttocks, breasts and belly, forearms and biceps. Its smooth embrace encases each finger, the neck, cheeks, ears and skull. The marvellous, tight, continuous smoothness is punctuated by small wrinkles at wrist and elbow, neck and knee. My love has been rendered anonymous, mute and alien. The pliant material covers and yields, accommodating itself to her movements. The continuous organic blackness of the costume is broken only by the thin golden shine of a bracelet on the right wrist, the large aquamarine ring around the left ring finger and the incongruous lines and angles of equally black boots that rise from thin, high heels to just below the knee. A splash of red marks lips outlined by the mouth hole of her hood, sparkling dark eyes shine from their openings. Her shiny dark hair glimmers with a faint magenta hue where it spills from the opening in the back of the hood. Light from 63 candles spread around the room (I have had plenty of time to count them) illuminates my love and throws multiple shimmering shadows on the walls, floor and ceiling.

Foreclosure

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

8 8 Foreclosure by Zack

Part One

Notice: This is a work of fiction. Names, places, characters, and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, organizations, or persons is entirely coincidental.

The most junior member of the Northern Empire Bank’s legal department was sitting in his climate-controlled office and sweating like a pig. He picked up his phone, put it down, and then picked it up again and reluctantly punched in a number that had nothing but bad memories for him.

Foreclosure 2

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8 8 Foreclosure by Zack

Part Two

Notice: This is a work of fiction. Names, places, characters, and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, organizations, or persons is entirely coincidental.

The next morning Sharon woke up early from a restless sleep. She struggled to get up from the cot, but all she succeeded in doing was dislodging the blanket, and then she was cold as well as stiff. The gag wasn’t so big that her jaw was more than uncomfortable, but the corners of her mouth really hurt from the pressure of the tight strap, and she had drooled enough to soak the mattress under her head.

Holiday Surprise

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Holiday Surprise

Part 1 by Pete

Chapter One

Andrea had moaned for 2 whole weeks about going on holiday. I liked to go to some where remote, camping or a cabin in the woods. I liked the great outdoors and I also liked bondage. After our last holiday Andrea said she didn’t want to be trussed up in the cabin or chased through the woods naked next time, she wanted to go some where hot with a beach and some nightlife.

If Things could go this way...

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

* If things could go this way… by Chryslerman

Let me start with a small history. I grew up in a very religious household, and knew by the time I was 14 or 15 that I was different. I knew I liked being in various bondage positions and knew that I liked men, and had a slightly feminine side. I had a friend that I met when I turned 15, she was 4 years older than me, and had graduated the year before. Our parents were friends and we got along as really good friends too. As I grew up, she and I could spend time together without there being any sexual tension, so it was inevitable that we got together and got married.

Janice in Bondage

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Janice in Bondage by Pimpernel Janice in Bondage by Pimpernel

Janice woke slowly from her drug induced stupor. As her mind slowly cleared she dimly remembered having chatted up an attractive dark haired man whom she recalled had called himself Mark. She had left the singles bar with him with the sole intention of screwing her brains out with this hunk of a guy…then her memories failed her.

Still feeling the effects of whatever Mark had slipped into her Gin & Tonic, Janice opened her eyes but saw only blackness. She felt a silky smoothness over her eyes…a mask? She wondered. Then, as she attempted to shift her position, she realised that she was naked and her limbs restrained with unyielding cords, her hands behind her back. It was then that the terror struck her and all traces of her drowsiness evaporated. She tried to scream but achieved only a muffled noise since she was also gagged.

Joanne Learns to Play

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Joanne’s Story Chapter Two

Joanne Learns to Play [4 Chapters] Chapter One

After our first encounter together, Joanne and I continued dating - enjoying meals out together, taking in films and plenty of sex. Jo loved sex !! The more I introduced Jo to bondage, the more she wanted to learn and explore.

As with any relationship, not wanting to frighten her off, I started relatively gently tying her with rope, straps or using leather wrist/ankle cuffs. Over the first few weeks I tied Jo in various ways especially for sex - wrists crossed behind (taken doggie-style), spread-eagle (face up and face down), ankles to thighs (frog-tie) and ankles to opposite knees. With Jo tied in such an ‘accessible’ position I would bring her to orgasm with my fingers and tongue or a vibrator before fucking her or making her bring me off orally.

Joanne's Discovery

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Joanne’s Story Chapter One

Joanne’s Discovery Chapter One

Since parting from Sophie, I had the usual dates but no great luck finding a partner, especially an ‘interested’ one. However, an unusual chain of events did soon lead me find that special lady.

It all started when I became friendly with a colleague from work called Louise. We’d known each other vaguely for months but due to staff changes started working closely together. Ironically, we both genuinely liked each other as friends, and no more. She was a slim, willowy blonde and I tend to prefer the more athletic types, as well as brunettes. At that time Louise was in a long-term relationship, although it soon became apparent there were problems. Basically, her boyfriend was hitting her and after much agonising she walked out on him and out of their apartment, moving in to my house as my rent-paying housemate.

Joanne's Exhibition

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Joanne’s Exhibition Chapter One

As Joanne got used to more stringent positions and ‘heavier’ bondage, I found yet more inventive ways of tying, teasing and tormenting her. Like most of the women I’ve tied up for sex, the element of discovery or embarrassment was as big for Jo as was the loss of control. By varying the scenarios as well as the bondage kept the ‘games’ interesting and kept Joanne guessing as to what would happen to her next !

Journey of Discovery 3 by Victoria Mystere - Edited

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Journey of Discovery By Victoria Mystere Edited by Studbound

Chapter Three

He was just buckling the belt on his suit trousers when she walked into the bedroom. “Good morning, Lillian, what’s on your agenda for the day?”

“I have to take Wally and Paula to school – then I am pretty much free. Are you going to have a busy day?'

Journey of Discovery 4 by Victoria Mystere - Edited

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Chapter Four

It was beginning to dawn on her that her husband had given her the most precious gift he could – himself. Not only that, full control over his body. Still, she wanted to begin to receive her own gratification. She thought about some of the images she had been watching over the computer and most seemed too severe. She continued to study, and she tied him to the bed again the next weekend. The spread-eagle position was satisfactory, but she now wanted to try other things.

Journey of Discovery 5 by Victoria Mystere - Edited

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Chapter Five

After dropping the kids off for the start of the last week of school, Lillian returned to the computer room to continue studying. This time she decided, rather than look at the pictures, she would try to learn a little more about the ways of the world she had newly discovered. In the course of her study she learned that what her husband enjoyed was not only bondage, it had an element of domination and submission. Typing these words into the computer unleashed another torrent of information. She tried to sort through them as best she could.

Journey of Discovery 6 by Victoria Mystere - Edited

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Chapter Six

Friday had been tiring and Howard was looking forward to a quiet evening at home. He knew something was different when he walked into the house – it was deathly quiet. Shedding his suit coat, he placed it over one of the kitchen chairs when he saw the note.

Journey of Discovery 7 by Victoria Mystere - Edited

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Chapter Seven

Sunlight creeping through the window finally found his eyelids and in a show of power managed to shine through the thin membranes and force his eyes open. A glance out of the window showed him blue skies and bright sun. The first part of June in the northern part of the country is always open to question. While the skies might be blue and the sun high – the temperature might be anywhere from the low forties to the mid seventies. It simply was not possible to tell by looking out of the window.

Journey of Discovery 8 by Victoria Mystere - Edited

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Chapter Eight

After Lillian and Barb arrived home she found she still had several hours before the children would return. She made a cup of coffee and sat at the kitchen table and started going through the material that Sarah had placed into the plain envelope. Some of it was interesting and some of it was very new and different. She examined the checklist for dominant/submissive play. After reading through it once she realized that there were many things contained that had little interest for her. She decided that she had better edit the thing before asking Howard the questions.

Journey of Discovery 9 by Victoria Mystere - Edited

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Chapter Nine

Morning came the way most mornings do – quietly. If the evening had been exciting and tense – the morning was the opposite. Nothing was stirring and there was little reason to do so. The breeze through the open window was soft and barely moved the curtains. Lillian opened her eyes, stretched luxuriously, and looked at her tightly bound and gagged husband and smiled. With the children gone she still had the rest of the day to test the limits of his submissiveness.

Journey of Discovery by Victoria Mystere - Edited

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Journey of Discovery By Victoria Mystere Edited by Studbound

Chapter One

A tiny bead of perspiration traced a path on the man’s hair and in spite of the difficulty, managed to move to his skin. Moving slowly down, it meandered aimlessly through the crevices of flesh formed by the constricting leather punishment hood and collar and further down the bound man’s body.

Glistening in the light from the candles it reflected their glow and became transformed from a clear bit of nothing into a shimmering jewel of passion moving slowly down the man’s back. The silence of the room was pervasive – nothing moved and nothing made noise. In the silence she imagined she could hear the tiny bead of sweat moving. With an easy reaching motion she placed her thin leather-gloved finger onto his back and traced the line the bead had made until finally intercepting and capturing the precious moisture. The woman drew her finger from his body and examined the tiny bead of gold. She thoughtfully placed her finger into her mouth and tasted the man’s passion.

Journey of Discovery by Victoria Mystere - Edited

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Chapter Two

Earlier that year:

“Honey, you coming to bed?”

The simple words echoed in the room and hearing no response, she repeated them. Still the house remained silent. With a look of consternation Lillian Donovan rose from crisp white sheets on the bed and carefully smoothed the place where her thin body had made an indentation. She sighed and wandered into the hall. Glancing quickly down the stairwell, she could see that all was as it should be – dark and peaceful.

Julie's Surprise

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Julie’s Surprise by Kermit Julie’s Surprise Disclaimer: This is a fantasy story. It is for adult readers only, of legal age, and deals graphically with themes of bondage. It is not intended for readers under the age of 18 or 21 in some areas.

I was a happily married man of 2 years and was into the scene of bdsm roleplay, my wife was quite beautiful, she had long dark brown hair, blue eyes and a set of breasts, that when she walked was strained against the fabric of whatever clothing she had on, at that time.

Julie's Surprise 2

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Julie’s Surprise - Part 2 by Kermit Julie’s Surprise Disclaimer: This is a fantasy story. It is for adult readers only, of legal age, and deals graphically with themes of bondage. It is not intended for readers under the age of 18 or 21 in some areas.

It was a set of nipple clamps, but as the teeth were metal could carry electrical current, I walked over and pressed the remote controller, and she started to moan as the vibrator had its magical effect once again, I walked back to her and started to pleasure her areolas with my tongue. The gagged “mmmppfff’s” turned into pleasurable moans as her orgasm approached, I watched her face and almost at the point of orgasm, I clipped the devices on her nipples. The effect was immediate, her eyes widened, she struggled and tried to throw the clips off with no success. I told her that it would hurt more if she struggled.

Julie's Surprise 3

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_Julie’s Surprise

Part 3 by Kermit Julie’s Surprise Disclaimer: This is a fantasy story. It is for adult readers only, of legal age, and deals graphically with themes of bondage. It is not intended for readers under the age of 18 or 21 in some areas._

I looked at the display, it said, “Julie”, puzzled I answered the phone. “Hello”, a computerised voice said “If you want to see your Julie again, follow these instructions precisely” “Ok” I said, and listened as the voice, I wrote down the instructions on my hand

Julie's Surprise Part 4

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_Julie’s Surprise

Part 4

“Julie, who is Julie,” I said “It doesn’t matter.” I removed the blindfold and noticed she had a black eye, I helped her to sit up and as the light caught her eyes I noticed they were a emerald green colour, “I have been kidnapped, they took me from my house a few days ago, I didn’t see anybody until earlier today, and then you.”

Just Another Toy on the Shelf

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Just Another Toy on the Shelf by Riptieron Just Another Toy on the Shelf by Riptieron I was not in a very good position, considering that I had been, for the last seven years, my Master’s favorite slave, and that was what led me to my down fall. I had become too comfortable, too relaxed as the favorite, earning special privileges that others did not enjoy, and feeling good about myself. Now I was to be punished for my arrogance. I had thought of myself as better than the rest of the slaves, but now I realize all but too late of how I am wrong. I lazily let my guard down one too many times, did not respond as fast to my Master’s commands, and He introduced me to my replacement, stating that I have fallen out of his graces as head slave, and he will play with me as long as he gets amusement out of my punishment for being lazy.

Kristen & the Moot Court

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Part Two

Marlow pulled me to my feet and then pushed me down into the chair with my arms over the back. He took out handcuffs and closed one cuff through the padlock fastening my wrists together and pulled down on my arms until he could fasten the other cuff to a chair rung. I grunted as the top of the chair dug into my armpits. There was a leather strap attached to the chair seat and he buckled it around my hips. During all of this activity the chair hadn’t moved; it was bolted to the floor.

Kristen & the Moot Court

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Part One

Here in northern Arizona it was midmorning on a bright Friday in May, but my mood was anything but bright. I was glooming around my apartment when the phone rang, and my voice reflected my depressed mood when I answered, “Hello, Kristen Useless speaking.”

“Hi, Kristen, this is Joan. Judging from your greeting you haven’t found a job yet.”

Kristen in Custody

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“Joan, you must be crazy! I can’t possibly do that.”

“Why not, Kristen? You like to run around outside naked and chained.”

“Yes, but that’s in the summer. There’s snow on the ground now!”

“But it’s melting. The air temperature is over 40. To somebody from Minnesota that’s shirt-sleeve weather.”

“Yeah, but it’s not bare-assed naked weather.”

Lysandra's Secret Desire

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The bright morning sunlight reflected back at Lysandra as she tilted her morning newspaper towards her for a closer look at an article that caught her attention:

HOUSE SITTER WANTED Must be clean, professional, Bondable Some light cleaning duty, applicant must be willing to live on location in a three Storey Estate House, Free Room & Board Wage expectancy to be discussed. Apply by writing to: Margarete 365 Riverbend Rd. Hill valley.

Melissa: The Peasant Maiden

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Melissa: The Peasant Maiden by Ardvark Melissa: The Peasant Maiden by Ardvark

My name is Melissa. I’m a young peasant girl living in a small Hamlet near London, England. My father is just a poor peasant farmer who must produce a certain amount of food for the manor house where the landowner lives. It is the custom in this county for families that are unable to fill the quota levied upon them to satisfy the debt in other ways. If there is anything of value in the house when the tax collectors arrive, they will confiscate it. If they can find nothing of monetary value, but the family has a young son or daughter like me, they are usually arrested. They are then taken to the manor house to satisfy this tax lean against the family by performing slave labor. Boys are usually pressed into service in the stables. Girls are sometimes made to work in the kitchen. (I’m told only the ugly ones wind up in the kitchen). More often girls that have been taken will be sent to the Duke for sexual use. In one case, last year our neighbor’s young wife was arrested and taken to the manor house. I remember her being taken away on the back of her husband’s only horse. She was bound and naked when they took her.

Melting Point

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Mistress Shannon is obviously upset with me. And I suppose that she has good reason to be. She had a collection of candles that she used for her sessions with submissive clients. Many of them like having hot wax dripped on their bodies and on their sex organs in particular. And even if they don’t, they will almost certainly get to sample the hot sensation anyway. A couple of hours ago while cleaning the dungeon I broke a shelf that held many bottled candles, and that shelf went crashing down into another shelf of candles, and that in turn exploded into a third and then a fourth. I suppose that I broke about a hundred bottles of candles.

Mother-in-laws revenge

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8 8 Mother-in-laws Revenge by Pete MOTHER-IN-LAWS REVENGE I had dropped my wife off at the airport, with the intention of picking up her mother, Marlene, who had been out at the time share my wife and her friends were now on there way to. However her flight was going to be delayed till the next day. So I set off back the short drive home.

On the way home I decided I now had the chance once again to do something I had not been able to do for some time. I had the keys for her mothers house a short distance from our own. I parked outside, unlocked the door and went straight upstairs to Marlene’s bedroom. Once there I knew exactly which drawer to open in her bedside chest.

My College Experience

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8 8 My College Experience by JayJaybound

The story I am about to relate started about a year ago.

I had just moved to the city to start going to college. I was living on campus, but had gotten a dorm room all to myself for some reason. I had started going for walks at night around 8:00 to relieve the tension from the day’s classes. The road that I walked on went around the gym, by the girls dorm, through the bookstore and back to the dorms where my room was. The girls dorm that the road went by housed the most beautiful girls on campus. All of them were either cheerleaders or else they were on the volleyball or swim team.

My College Experience 2

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story continued from part one My College Experience 2 by Jayjay bound

I showed up at the dorm at the time I was told to and rung the bell. Jess answered the door and without saying a word showed me inside. Just as I passed the door it slammed shut and 2 of the girls grabbed me by the arms. Knowing I didn’t have a choice I just stood there not doing anything. I then felt a needle stick into the side of my neck and the whole world went black.

My Fantasy For Maxine

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My Fantasy For Maxine by Steve My Fantasy For Maxine by Steve This is my first effort at writing a story and came about after chatting online to a woman called Maxine.

You are shaved and naked on top of a heavy coffee table, your limbs are tied to the legs of the table keeping your legs wide.

Your mouth is held open with a ring gag, I put a padded blindfold on you.

My Liquid Latex Error

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My Liquid Latex Error by Permalatex I had been living with my Girlfriend/Mistress for about a year when we discovered liquid latex. I’ll never forget the first time I brought home a quart of black. I begged her to let me paint her and she finally allowed me to. I painted her from the neck down, covering every inch of her body, except for her pussy (I am not allowed there). She looked so sexy in her shiny, black latex skin. Unfortunately, when it dried, it started sticking to itself. When we tried to remove it, it pulled out some tiny hairs on her back and chest. The edges of her pubic hair also got some latex on it. She got really mad, saying I should have known better. Oddly enough, I did not receive a harsh punishment session that night (just the usual thirty smacks on each cheek with a crop). She did say, however, that she had not forgotten my stupidity with the liquid latex.

My Predicament

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My Predicament Chapter 2 Self Bound Latex Sub

Suddenly I heard the lock on the front door click – finally Carol had returned! How long did it take her, for it seems like it has been 5 or 6 hours since she left me like this? I strain to hear whatever is happening, but through the Rubber hood all I can hear is her footfalls faintly on the floor. They seem to be fading; maybe she is going out the back? I struggle desperately, trying to tell her that I need out of all of this, and Right Now! All I succeed in doing is make myself light-headed, due to the lack of oxygen my poor compressed lungs are able to draw in. I rest again, realising that all I can do is wait, and plan. Maybe when she unties me I can overpower her, and gain my freedom. Then maybe tie her up in the same fashion as she has done to me, for payback. I remember how she looked in that spectacular dress, and my dick desperately tries to come erect, but is unable to due to the tightness of my Rubber coverings. So I wait, and plan…

My Predicament3

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My Predicament Chapter 3 Self Bound Latex Sub

I wake up slowly, although I guess waking up is not the right term for it…for I definitely did not sleep, it was more that I passed out. However, as I came back to consciousness, I heard a key turning in the lock, and I wearily lifted my head to see in the mirror my new Mistress walk in the dungeon behind me. At any other time I think I would have been in seventh heaven at the sight of her, she was nothing short of stunning. She is wearing a Black Rubber Catsuit, with flame red panels down the length of the sides from her armpits to her feet. I can’t believe how tight the catsuit looks, almost as if it has been sprayed on her. On her feet is a pair of patent stilettos, with heels at least 5 inches tall. Around her waist is a flame red Rubber waist cincher, with three large shiny chrome buckles at the front. The catsuit ends at her wrists, and her long nails are painted the same flame red colour as her outfit. Her makeup also matches the outfit, with flame red lips and dark eyeshadow and eyelashes enhancing her Vampish look. However, the most amazing thing is her hair, which is normally a rich, silky black. This morning (is it morning? I have no idea of the time; morning is only an assumption!) however, it is a flaming red to match her outfit!

Nalani

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Nalani by The Dude Nalani had been intrigued by his proposal. They had been friends since high school but had grown closer since they reunited earlier by a chance meeting. They had been talking several times a week on the Internet. A couple of weeks ago they shared their sexual fantasies with each other during one of these conversations. Nalani’s own experiences and fantasies paled in comparison to her friends. She was a young woman, just turned 23, she stood about 5’ 6” and had the body representative of her college swimming career.

Officer Strong

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8 8 Officer Strong by Inmate

SWF, 30-SOMETHING, RAVEN-HAIR, ATHLETIC, LAW ENFORCEMENT OFFICER. STRONGER, FASTER, AND SMARTER THAN YOU. ISO M PRISONER FOR LONG-TERM DETENTION. PREPARE TO SURRENDER.

He turned back to that page over and over again. The ad was perfect. It was probably a fake, a game, someone looking for a cheap call or some college student doing a paper in Psych 101.

Then again, what if it wasn’t…

On the Road Again

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On The Road Again - Chapter 2 by The White Knight (This is a fictional story based upon a similar encounter that did not in anyway turn out like this fantasy.)

“You may talk freely now slave Katherine”, I said. “I would very much like to hear from your own lips what you are feeling and thinking, as you kneel helplessly bound before me.”

Paragon Vs Plastica 01

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8 8 Paragon vs. Plastica by Cobalt Jade

Chapter 1: Xenon Trapped

Xenon scanned the darkness ahead of her, but saw only old cranes, tubing, vats, and other industrial detritus. She flipped her visor over her eyes, which let her scan the area with its infravision capabilities. Nothing. Still, she had to cautious. Plastica – the former Dr. Polly Mehr, a resin and plastics expert – was known for her traps.

Paragon Vs Plastica 02

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Chapter 2: Grand Opening

“Hey, Cinn, do you know where Shana went to?”

Cinnabar Steele – also known as Scirocco, the founding member of Team Paragon – shrugged and returned to the newspaper, biting into a jelly donut. “Who knows? She’s never been one to lead a tame life.”

Lori blushed. Cinnabar was putting it mildly. Shana, or Xenon as she was known to criminals, often returned from her wild nights on the town bragging of her conquests. She’d even confided to Lori she’d gotten her clit pierced. Lori couldn’t imagine doing such a thing. Ouch!

Paragon Vs Plastica 03

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8 8 Paragon vs. Plastica by Cobalt Jade

Chapter 3: Welcome to the Dollhouse

Plastica spread the papers over the carpeted floor of Paula Jean’s condo. They controlled the formation of a new mannequin production company for which she would be the chief owner, stockholder, and CEO.

Plastic Fantastic, she decided. That would be its name.

Lori took her seat at the gleaming black table where the members of Team Paragon gave their weekly reports. They met in the “empty” loft next door to Cinnabar’s and Lori’s own, which served as the team’s headquarters. Thick, steel-reinforced walls made it nearly impenetrable. It had to be, as it housed scientific equipment, vehicles, records, and the teams’ increasingly sophisticated surveillance and computer equipment. It hadn’t been breached… yet, but then, most criminals wouldn’t be so bold. They, along with superheroes, operated in the gray area between the mundane world of law and order and the fantastic realm of science fiction and fantasy, and a code of mutual silence between the two ensured only heavily edited adventures ever made the press.

Paragon Vs Plastica 04

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Chapter 4: Team Paragon Moves Out

Lori and Cinnabar walked grimly through the Sexateria doors as soon as the store opened. Cinnabar glanced casually round her, not as an eager shopper but as a seasoned crimefighter: checking faces, postures, and routes of escape, even though it was likely nothing would happen to them in a crowded store. The women of Team Paragon were very careful to keep their mundane identities a secret, but it was possible for the dogged to discover them, just as they had discovered Plastica’s. Lori often wondered why it didn’t cause more problems than it did. Often there seemed to be an unspoken code about superpowers meeting outside of costume.

Paragon Vs Plastica 05

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Chapter 5: Old Enmities Awaken

Plastica glanced up from her workdesk long enough to discover which cell phone was ringing, then grabbed it with her free hand. “Hello?” Plastica said, barely remembering to soften her voice into the Paula Jean’s sexy southern drawl.

“Paula, it’s me,” Kate Spolington said. “I got your message when I came in this morning and yes, I did look. That mannequin by the dungeon is gone. I looked all over the store, and it isn’t there.”

Paragon Vs Plastica 06

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Chapter 6: Cinnabar Cubed

Noelani waited until Plastica’s red sports car was out of sight, then turned her attention to the condo below. It looked ordinary enough, but there was a blandness to it… it didn’t really looked lived in, despite the scattered clothes and the wigs. The only touch out of the ordinary was the row of crystal dishes pushed up against the dresser mirror. Each contained a different color pill: pink, white, green-and-white, black. So that’s how she keeps three different identities going, Noelani thought. Uppers.

Persons of Principle

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story Persons of Principle by Zack Copyright© 2001, 2002. All rights reserved. Persons of Principle by Zack Copyright© 2002 by Zack. All rights reserved. It was noontime on the State University campus, and in the quad demonstrators were marching. Today it was the turn of the Womyn’s Pacifist Conference. The WPC had a card table set up to hold literature, and maybe a dozen women were parading with signs that said such things as “Might is Never Right”, “Stop the Bombing”, and “Negotiate, Don’t Militate”. A middle-aged campus cop placidly watched, but most of the students ignored the whole thing.

Reflections

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Reflections by James W Drifting between semi-consciousness and consciousness, as if in a dream, he was aware only of being encapsulated in the close embrace of something silky smooth yet constricting. He opened his eyes. He could not see, all sensation of light was entirely missing only feeling and smell were within his compass. He was warm, enclosed as he was entirely in latex. He tried to move but nothing happened; thought was not followed by action. He was held fast, physical movement was not an option. Yes, he recalled being covered from head to toe in all constricting shiny black latex, held tightly – very tightly contained, constricted, held fast in it sensuous folds. His breathing was steady, but he was aware, not for the first time that it was measured, moist and heavily scented with the smell of latex. His air was being fed to him via a tubed re-breathing bag.

Sam's Diary 1&2

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Sam’s Diary by Studbound Sam’s Diary by Studbound

Chapter 1 Wednesday April 25th 2000

My aunt has encouraged me to keep a diary of my adventures, so I am starting. She will help me with details so that I will have a complete record of the things that happen to me, and so will Derek who is my aunt’s partner, but this is mostly about what my aunt did to me last night.

Sam's Diary 12,13&14

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Chapter 12 July 6, 2000

To My Diary

As things turned out, my parents had to go out of town on business and they decided to extend it into a summer vacation. They suggested that I might want to return to my aunt and Derek’s rather than staying home alone in an empty house. Needless to say, I jumped at the chance as I thought it might bring another opportunity for a tie-up with my aunt - since my mother was still angry about our last episode and had forbidden my father from tieing me up at all lately. ..Besides, I missed my friends, and my girlfriend, Julie Peterson, most of all. I had dated a few girls around home, but Julie is still my favorite.

Sam's Diary 15&16

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Chapter 15 September 28, 2000

To My Diary,

I’ve been busy with my graduate classes, and spending some time with Julie, my girlfriend, so again I haven’t been tied up for a while. On Saturday afternoon, about 4:30, Derek told me to put on my red speedo, and meet him in the den. This surprised me as I knew my parents were coming to visit and my aunt and Derek were going out to a movie and late dinner, so if Derek was going to tie me up, it could only be for a little while.

Sam's Diary 17,18&19

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Chapter 17 October 15, 2000

To My Diary,

Every fall my dad comes over to my Aunt’s and he and Derek go deer hunting and they spend a weekend out in the woods. I have never gone along as hunting didn’t really interest me, and besides, they have never invited me. Dad has said that I could go sometime when I was old enough.

Sam's Diary 20&21

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Chapter 20 November 28, 2000

To My Diary,

Since my aunt and Derek started tying me up, I’ve really discovered how much I enjoy bondage. I’ve also discovered that the biggest thrill is when I’m tied and don’t want to be, and can’t get free. That happened back at the end of the school year when I graduated and my aunt and Derek kept me away from drinking parties. It happened to me again a couple of days ago.

Sam's Diary 22&23

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Chapter 22 January 10 , 2001

_On my second day with the Petersons, Julie woke me up early in the morning

it was only six-thirty and I was still bound and gagged. She released me, leaving me in my jockstrap, and told me to go to the bathroom, take a shower and get ready and do it quickly. I brushed my teeth, showered, and back in my jock, returned to the bedroom. Julie took me into the kitchen where Mr. Peterson, also in a jockstrap, was fixing breakfast while Mrs. Peterson sat at the table._

“Help Dad fix breakfast,” Julie ordered.

Sam's Diary 24&25

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Chapter 24 January 10 , 2001

To My Diary

My sixth day began with all of us eating breakfast together, un-bound and no gag.

“I’m really sorry that happened to you,” said Mrs. Peterson. “It must have been an ordeal.”

“I’m surprised,” I said, “But it wasn’t so bad, I lied. I almost enjoyed it - I really lied. I discovered that if you sit perfectly still you don’t realize that you’re tied up. Only when you squirm or try to move or talk are you aware of how you are bound and gagged.”

Sam's Diary 26,27&28

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Chapter 26 January 10 , 2001

To My Diary

Day eight was New Year’s Eve Day. We were up early, and had breakfast, untied as usual and today naked. Julie watched me and her father fix their meals and wait on them at the table.

“Both of you need to get into your jocks, gags, and slave chains and walk down to the lodge. You’ll be put to work decorating for the dance tonight,” said Mrs. Peterson. “And when you come back this afternoon, be sure you bring a bag with your formal clothes. The dance is a formal event.”

Sam's Diary 3&4

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Sam’s Diary by Studbound Chapter 3 Tuesday, May 6, 2000

To my Diary

I’ve written before abut my tie-up adventures with my aunt and Derek. They have agreed to tie me up once in a while, and I’ve enjoyed the two times they’ve done it so far. My aunt and her partner, Derek, now call me “Bee-Bee, the TAG Kid,” meaning “Bondage Boy, The Tied and Gagged Kid.” My aunt says my liking to be tied up is great because she’s always wanted to dominate a man and Derek isn’t interested.

Sam's Diary 5&6

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Chapter 5 May 28, 2000

To my Diary,

So far my aunt and Derek have tied me up four times and it’s been fun - even this last time which I’ll now write about. This last time was different.

As the college year ended and final exams came, I looked forward to the inevitable parties that would celebrate the occasion. Especially since I was due to graduate, I was ready to party My father never let me attend such parties when I was in high school because he said there was always trouble and drinking, and he wanted me to stay home and my step-mother was even more insistent that I not go to “wild parties.". I figured my aunt and Derek would not know the difference, and this year I would go and take my girl friend too. Nothing was said about tying me up for a while but I didn’t care because there were finals and reports to finish and so I was very busy with school work.

Sam's Diary 7&8

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Chapter 7 June 8, 2000

To My Diary,

My college career hadn’t exactly ended. I signed up for some graduate classes the next year, so I would be back. Meanwhile, I packed, more or less, and set to return home for the summer.

Then on Friday, just after lunch, my aunt said, “We have an agreement, I can tie you up any time I want, wherever I want, any way I want, dressed any way I want. Right?”

Sam's Diary 9,10&11

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Chapter 9 June 19, 2000

To My Diary,

My father tells me over and over that I am my own worst enemy. He is sure that some day I will get myself into trouble because I really like being tied up. He hopes that some day I’ll find a girlfriend who understands my need for bondage and that we’ll be as happy as he and my late mother were. He says that bondage and sex go together, and he can tell that I find being tied up a significant turn-on. For now, he has agreed to tie me up now and then and so has my aunt when I’m staying with her and Derek at college. My step-mom thinks my love of being tied up is strange but she would rather have me tied up where she knows where I am and am safe than go off and have a stranger do it where there might be danger. Recently I told how my father really tied me up very tight, and how I had to let him know that I was uncomfortable with being so tightly tied for so long and finally he let me go. Then I had second thoughts and wished he had held to his original plan.

Sexy Robot

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I hope that my first story will be enough good for publishing it. How you understood, my English isn’t the best, but all I learnt is by your stories (not so bad, isn’t it?).

Sexy Robot - Part 1

She stood in front of him, completely naked. She had just finished shaving herself and now had only the hair on her head, red and curly, covering her back and her bottom. She was so proud of her hair’s length. “Ready?” Tom asked. “Yes! You know that I’m always ready for our game!” They were in the bedroom, a simply bedroom, with a large bed, a wardrobe for her and him and a big, full-length mirror in a corner. On the bed there was several rolls of silver duct tape and a large cardboard box. She had never seen the box before, but she said nothing, she was too excited by the thought of what was to come. Tom picked up a roll and approached Becky; she raised her left foot, bending the knee presenting herself to him. He began winding the tape over her skin, covering all her foot and over the ankle, he continued up her leg to her knee and then over her thigh covering her whole leg. Tom then gently began caressing the tape and her skin under the silver surface. “Too tight??” “Not at all. It’s perfect!” she smiled.

Sheryl And The Straitjacket Incident

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CHAPTER ONE

“Hey, pass me that flow coefficients sheet, will you?”

“No prob. The laminate flow one, right?”

I slide the piece of paper over to the right, and Sheryl cranes her neck down just a tad to get a better look. A few strands of hair fall out over her left ear; with fluttering heart, unsure of what her reaction will be, I restore the wayward strands back to their regal perch.

Sheryl And The Straitjacket Incident 2

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CHAPTER FIVE

The next week went smoothly, so far as Sheryl and I were concerned. She had been spending more time with me, and several times now, declaring that she was too tired to survive a trek back to her dorm, she had spent the night in my bed. And naturally I did my best to be a gracious host. Then, all of a sudden, she stopped coming even to study with me. I was busy surfing the Web after class when I received Sheryl’s call. She had actually been on my mind quite a bit, even more so during those three days she hadn’t come over. I feared the worst.

Something Different

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Something Different by prometheus_b Something Different by prometheus_b

Let me tell you about myself, I’m 24, 6’ 3”, 200 pounds, and can handle myself. But when I came home from work yesterday, and my 5’2, 100 pound beauty of a wife jumped on my back and held a cloth to my face, I didn’t have much of a chance. I’m not sure how long I was out, but when I came to, I knew I was fucked. Literally.

Sorority Sisters

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It was a warm day, one that was rare to enjoy this late in the summer. The joy and excitement I felt inside was not from the wonderful day, it was my first day of college. With the iron rule of my parents were far behind me now, only good times lay ahead, at least according to my sister. Karen is a few years older then myself and went to Boston College to escape our parents as well. While they were only in New York, it was too far to drive for a weekend visit, or worse yet, a surprise visit.

Spellbinder vs. the Collector - Part 3

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8 8 Spellbinder vs. the Collector Part 3 by Ranger with illustration by Don

Paula McKenzie, ex-CIA and ex-navy-seal, floated listlessly in the inky black water on a moonless night, invisible to the naked eye. Now a private investigator hired by the Mayor of Central City to stop the Collector and recover the missing supermodels and Spellbinder. Paula, floating 200 yards out in Central Bay, pointed a sophisticated infrared scope at the private pier of exclusive import-export company of Blue Horizons, a company that specialize in cutting edge high tech and medical supplies. Paula’s contacts suspected the pier as the Collector’s hideout. A complicated array of microcomputers was mapping out the layout of the warehouse and proving her contacts right was several secret floors below the water level of the pier. Paula studied the layout, only one-way in and out and security looked tough.

Tanestran's Inventions 2: Larissa Returns

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I was home for a month and I was ready to leave. My mother was trying to introduce to every possible person that she felt was “good enough” for me. I was polite and behaved but they were really getting on my nerves. My oldest brother noticed that I wasn’t having much fun. He did what he could to keep mom from getting too bad.

I was home for about 4 months when I got a delivery. It was a package from Tanestran, a human that I meet on my trip home. My brother wanted to know what was in it. I told him an edited version of what happened. He wanted to know what an elf like me saw in a human. I told him I was just in it for the good times, but I still didn’t let him see what was in the package. When I got up to my room I opened the package. I found a strange looking longed sleeve leotard and a note.

The Game

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The Game by Rainbow Golding The Game by Rainbow Golding My name is Rainbow Golding. Below is my story, The Game. I would welcome feedback from yourself and readers to this e-mail address. The Game Suburbia is a dreadfully dull place. Megan Kellis made it a little less so. The new next-door neighbour, who was so beautiful it physically hurt to look at her. Of course, I couldn’t stop doing so. I had been living on the same street for five years now, ever since completing my doctorate at the Uni. I hooked a nice steady, post-doc job, and work was progressing nicely. Of course, as is always the way, there was something missing. I hoped that Megan might fill this mysterious void. She had moved in last week, and this was the first time I had seen her in the back garden.

The Gifts

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8 8 The Gifts by Apryllrain

The Gift pt 1

First there’s Master Thomas, and believe me, this is a man knows his way around a rope like no one else I know! His gift is to me tonight is to tie me in strict, tight, excruciating bondage. He starts by placing my wrists together, back to back behind me, wrapping them with bondage tape. My arms are placed in a single leather sleeve behind my back and the sleeve is pulled up, forcing my chest to thrust out. A rope is threaded thru an O ring at the end of the sleeve. Now the ends of the rope are draped over my shoulders and wrapped tightly around my tits, each one is wrapped three times, and then the ropes are crossed in a figure eight several times and drawn tight, then it’s threaded around the crossings in the middle, making the whole thing even tighter, and last but not least, its wound around my body, and the ends are tied around the tops of my arms. If I try to ease the pain in my shoulders by moving my arms down, it pulls even tighter on my tits. My arms are well and truly immobilized.

The Gold Mine

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Sarah remained on her stomach and tried not to move, and eventually the pain started to ebb. It was a struggle, but she was able to remove her boots and crawl into the sleeping bag, and eventually she managed to sleep.

The Gold Mine

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Sarah never thought that her devotion to the Earth might cause her death. She was in the mountains of southern Colorado where, she passionately believed, the land had been ravaged by man’s greed for gold. She and her fellow members of the Sequoia Club had decided to put a stop to the plundering of Nature. Sarah was on a solo scouting trip to determine the worst offenders; then she and her friends in the club would bring the ravagers to justice. She had left her home in Albuquerque and driven to a trailhead north of Pagosa Springs, and after a few uneventful days on the trail she reached this mine, the first of many on her list.

The Gold Mine

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Sarah wasn’t feeling so forgiving after she had been confined in the dark for several more days. The boredom was excruciating. Desperate for something to do, she found that she could generate static electricity by rubbing the nylon cover on her sleeping bag, and she watched the sparks for hours at a time. It was the only light she had.

The Herb Plot

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The Star Fleet Series The Herb Plot- Chapter 1 by Zack The Herb Plot by Zack

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Carin wondered if Jani was still alive. Rudln, her customer, had left the tavern almost an hour ago, and Jani was still upstairs. Of course, Rudln was a middle-aged master goldsmith, not some violent young bravo, but Jani had a way of bringing out the beast in a man. Carin dithered. Would checking on Jani be in character? Jani was an independent businesswoman, and supposedly her only connection to Carin was that Carin rented her a room in the tavern. She made sure that no one was watching her, and then pressed her left wrist. The dial of the watch planted in her skin glowed briefly. It was almost time for the weekly staff meeting.

The Herb Plot 10

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The Star Fleet Series The Herb Plot- Chapter 10 by Zack The Herb Plot by Zack Chapter 10 It was morning, and Mawlop strolled along the battlement that overlooked Sigurla’s only beach. He reflected on how pleasant it was when he was the ruling high priest and Angko wasn’t on the island. As he often did, he mentally reviewed schemes that would make Angko’s absence permanent.

The Herb Plot 11

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The Star Fleet Series The Herb Plot- Chapter 11 by Zack The Herb Plot by Zack Chapter 11 The next morning the duty guard woke up Evol an hour before dawn. He grumbled and cursed, then fumbled into his clothes and staggered out of his tiny cubicle. This cubicle was another source of resentment. Mawlop had exiled him from his bed last night after Evol had complained bitterly about his ill-treatment. Evol made his way downstairs to the ground floor of the distillery and got a flask of the potion from the herbalist on duty. He had to sign for it; Mawlop didn’t want any of the potion to get into the wrong hands.

The Herb Plot 2

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The Star Fleet Series The Herb Plot- Chapter 2 by Zack The Herb Plot 2 by Zack

Chapter 2

One afternoon a few weeks later Jani was cleaning herself up with the help of Tola, the maid she had hired. Jani was very busy these days, as word of her availability spread among men looking for an unusual sexual experience. She no longer had time for lazy afternoons of solo sex. Jani was delighted. For the first time in her life she was getting all the sex she wanted.

The Herb Plot 3

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The Star Fleet Series The Herb Plot- Chapter 3 by Zack The Herb Plot 3 by Zack

Chapter 3

Jani was getting desperate. Her right leg was trembling from the strain of supporting all her weight. Already she had come close to disaster several times, and she knew that eventually she would fall and the rope around her neck would strangle her. She was crying and whimpering, tears streaming down her face. Her hopes soared when she heard a soft knock on her door. “Help! Help!” she screamed, then struggled frantically to regain her balance.

The Herb Plot 4

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The Star Fleet Series The Herb Plot- Chapter 4 by Zack The Herb Plot 3 by Zack Chapter 4

Fear and pain struggled for domination in Carin’s brain. She could hear and feel Jani’s shrieks, as the cargo net pressed them tightly together. The net swung and twisted as they were hoisted up. Carin kept her eyes shut tightly, not daring to look down or she too would be shrieking. The trip up the cliff face seemed to take forever, but finally the crane swung over and they were lowered to a stone floor.

The Herb Plot 5

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The Star Fleet Series The Herb Plot- Chapter 5 by Zack The Herb Plot 3 by Zack Chapter 5

Athel didn’t see Carin the next morning, but he wasn’t surprised; her business kept her up late. But when he hadn’t seen her by noon he started to worry. He checked her room, and when he didn’t find her there he went to the tavern.

The Herb Plot 6

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The Star Fleet Series The Herb Plot- Chapter 6 by Zack The Herb Plot 3 by Zack As the women worked they talked. Petra asked, “Is Queen Narona thriving? I know that one day she will save us from this island and these priests.”

Carin answered, “Yes, she’s reforming all of Avorna. She has abolished slavery and freed the serfs. But there is much more yet to be done.”

The Herb Plot 9

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The Star Fleet Series The Herb Plot- Chapter 9 by Zack The Herb Plot by Zack Chapter 9 The sun was just setting as Tola came down the stairs from the second floor of Smade’s Tavern and walked over to the bar. She had been spending a lot of time there since Jani disappeared. “Hello, Tradlo. Can I have an ale, please?”

Tradlo filled a mug and gave it to Tola. “Here you are. How you doing? You don’t look too good.”

The Latex Dungeon

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If you are the author of this story please contact me gromet99au@yahoo.com.au

The Latex Dungeon Part One ***THE LATEX DUNGEON*** PART ONE Julie was a tall slender Woman about 5 and a half feet tall, she had slender shapely legs and a beautifully shaped body curved in all the right places. Julie was a normal woman of 33 years of age, she had the same thoughts and concerns that most women her age have, although the fact that it had been some time since she had a lover last was beginning to bother her some, not that she minded too much at night when she had come home from her job as a Photographer’s assistant, she would stretch out on her large luxurious bed, reach into the drawer of the night side table and pull out a six inch studded vibrator, “At least I won’t have to feed you breakfast in the morning.” she would joke before pleasuring herself with it and bringing her self to a sweet orgasm and then drifting off to a erotic dream filled sleep.

The Latex Dungeon pt 2

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The Latex Dungeon Part Two - Julie’s First Day

***THE LATEX DUNGEON***

Julie woke up from a long restful sleep, it had been two days since the Mistress, (her new lover and employer) had her shackled to the dungeon wall. “Two days,” Julie groaned as she knocked the still ringing alarm clock off of the night side table onto the floor, “Two days…Uuhh!…my legs still feel like jelly,” Julie reached down between her leg and massaged her still a little sore pussy, the thought of how being shackled to the sex machine while it relentlessly rammed the attached studded dildo inside the latex catsuit that the Mistress had her put into was still fresh in her mind, as she reached beside her on the bed and grabbed the six inch ribbed vibrator, she looked at it and said, “you my friend are going to get a vacation for a while.” Julie put the vibrator back into the drawer of the night side table, she had been unable to use it last night, her poor pussy was just too sore from the hour long fucking she had received at the hands of the sex machine, she in a small way cursed the Mistress for that but she had to admit to herself it was the best fuck she had ever had.

The Latex Dungeon pt 3

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The Latex Dungeon Part Three - Julie & Cynthia’s punishment

***THE LATEX DUNGEON*** Julie woke up the next morning laying in her own bed, she was surprised that she made it home at all after spending most of it at Alexis’s apartment, she could have just stayed the night, Alexis did make the offer to her, Julie had said that her offer was tempting but that there were a few things that she had to attend to at home, it wasn’t true of course deep down she would have loved to spend the whole night making love with Alexis, she was so kinky and Julie loved that about her, but she could not get what Cynthia had whispered in her ear out of her mind, so she deliberately wanted to show up for work late, and she figured that it might give her a chance to be close to her for a while, she did not love her the same way that she loved Alexis, but she was attracted to her, the morning she had spent on the strange bed like contraption had been very exciting for her and with the Mistress in control of the two of them, the whole experience had been very stimulating. It had made Julie a little jealous that it wasn’t herself that the Mistress had kept on the machine all morning. “Well,” Julie said to herself as she lazily got out of bed, “I’ll make sure I don’t miss out on any of the fun this time.”

The Latex Dungeon pt 4

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The Latex Dungeon Part Four - Cynthia & Julie’s date

***THE LATEX DUNGEON*** Julie moaned as she stirred from her sleep, the morning sunlight was streaming in from the partially opened window blinds and glistened off of her black latex covered body and continued to cast it’s golden glow to the rest of Julie’s apartment. She rolled onto her back and stretched her arms high above her head, her back arched and her breasts each held perfectly in the molded breast cups of her latex catsuit stretched provocatively as the small of her back lifted momentarily as she stretched herself out on top of the latex bed covers, she was still wearing the latex catsuit that Alexis had given to her for such a great day of business at the fetish shop, it had felt so great that she had decided to sleep in it, it’s molded and studded sheath still resided deep within her, she reached down with her hand, sliding it under the waistband of her silver studded black latex bikini briefs until she reached her latex covered pussy lips each separated and slightly parted in their own molded lips. Julie gasped as her latex covered finger touched her sensitive rubber lips, the latex covering her vaginal lips made them more sensitive to the touch, her lips clenched at the touch of her finger sliding over them. She could feel the empty rubber sheath inside her collapse as she clamped onto it with her lips, “AHhhh!” Julie gasped again as she inserted her finger between her enclosed lips, “OHhhh!” she moaned as her rubberized lips clamped onto her finger. With her middle finger deep inside her she cupped her pussy with the rest of her hand, she gasped as she pressed her hand over her rubber imprisoned pussy, she held her hand firmly cupping herself trying limit any movement, her pussy was so sensitive and reacted to any touch or movement, she had a hard time just keeping her thighs apart, the urge to close them and pull her hand away was very strong.

The Latex Dungeon pt 4a

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The Latex Dungeon Part Four - Cynthia & Julie’s date - Part 2

***THE LATEX DUNGEON*** The afternoon went by in the usual way with the playful petting and the usual jokes when there were no customers in the store, and soon it was closing time. Julie had been busy dusting a glass display shelf and was now putting all of the boxed dildos and vibrators back onto the nice clean shelf when Alexis called out to them. “Ok girls…it’s time to close up.” Julie walked over to the counter where Alexis was catching up on some orders, she leaned over and kissed Alexis on the cheek as Cynthia was getting her coat and said. “Are you sure about this?” “Hell yes.” She replied. “I’ve known Cynthia a long time, she’s sincere in her feelings… I think it’ll be good for the two of you to get to know one another better… besides maybe tomorrow we’ll all do something together….” She kissed her back and continued. “You two go on ahead I have a few things to do before I go.” She winked at Julie and said. “Have fun.” Cynthia came up behind Julie and put her hands around her waist and kissed her on the neck and said. “You ready to go?” “Yup.” Julie replied and headed for the door. Cynthia kissed Alexis passionately and said. “Thanks this means a lot to me.” “You two just have fun.” Alexis said as Cynthia turned and headed to meet Julie who was waiting at the door. “Do you want us to lock the door on our way out?” Julie called to Alexis. “Please.” She replied. “Ok good night” They both said as they locked up and left the Shop.

The Leather Twins

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This is a work of fiction. The author in no way condones or promotes any activity that is not entirely consensual. 8 The Leather Twins by Anne Gray Copyright: Anne Gray, November 2002 Chapter 1 – The First of the Set!

I was waiting in the car outside the entrance to the mall just after 9:00 p.m. for Karen to do her part in our new adventure. She timed it perfectly and was behind Susan as she pushed through the doors and fiddled with her umbrella.

The Mall Adventure

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The Mall Adventure- Part 2 by Scott Akins The Mall Adventure2 by Scott Akins

“Well it would be a shame to waste an opportunity like this,” James thought out loud.

“Opportunity?” Sammy said cocking an eyebrow at him.

“Yeah. I mean I think some more play time is in order here,” James said with a smile not sure how that idea would be received.

“No way.” Sammy said immediately. She didn’t like the sound of that at all.

The Mall Adventure

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The Mall Adventure by Scott Akins The Mall Adventure by Scott Akins Jenni and Sammy had been life long friends and often shared the same interests. A new one that was developing within both of them was bondage. They had discovered it on the Internet one night and got to talking to one another about it. They both found that each had thought about it a little but had never tried it. That changed over the following months as they started to experiment with bondage on each other. Looking at websites for ideas and taking turns tying and gagging each other in various positions. They also had almost maxed out a credit card each in building a toy box involving their new interest.

The Ship

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THE SHIP by No-one

1: The Orb

Bob wasn’t exactly sure why he was here in the first place. Maybe it was that he got sick of listening to that inner voice that kept telling him that he needed to get out in the world and experience things that had held his fascination for so long. Or maybe it was that he was sick of being home every night fantasizing about being dominated by beautiful women wearing shiny leather, rubber and/or latex. Bob was from a small town originally. He had moved to the big city for a job that was interchangeable with a thousand other jobs in the big city. He was a drone, 8 to 5 in a grey little cubicle in a monolithic tower of steel and glass. Soul-draining wasn’t even the half of it. To make matters worse, when he was able to find someone to ask out, the chance of finding a mate interested in becoming his mistress was very remote. The end result was always the same: they denounced him as a pervert and told him to hit the bricks.

The Slave Trail

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The day had finally arrived. The Master was going to pick his top slave to become his permanent latex bondage submissive. The girls had arrived early this morning. Jessica, Melissa and Sonia had been preparing for this event for months. The were all the master’s slaves and they all longed to become his permanent unconditional submissive. They were going to have their bondage tested to their limits today. The last to request release would be declared the winner and would willingly lose the control of her body.

Tied at Work

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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.

Traditional Ceremony

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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.”

Transvestites Bondage Punishment

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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”.

Tyte Fit

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story continued from part one_

Chapter Two

Part 6

I couldn’t wait to see her again. It had been a long night (and day). All I could think about was our first date. It seems silly I know, but I was already falling pretty hard for her. The trip down that country road seemed so much shorter this time. I smiled to myself as I passed the spot where I first saw Sandy…where I picked her up…the road into her place. I had the essential first-date butterflies as I parked my car next to Kim’s at the side of the house. I rang the bell at the front, but there was no answer. Figuring that Sandy must still be working, I headed around to the shop. Kim greeted me with a big smile, “I don’t know exactly what’s going on with you two, but Sandy’s been a mess all day! She’s been singing and laughing and knocking stuff over…way to go Jake!” “Where is she?” “She’s in her office. She thought you’d be here soon, so she wanted to finish up a couple of sketches. Get work totally off her mind, ya know? So what are the plans for tonight? She wouldn’t tell me.” “That’s because she doesn’t know”, I retorted. “Probably dinner. Maybe we’ll go dancing. We’ll see.”

Tyte Fit 5

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This story is totally fictitious. Any resemblance of the characters to actual or real people is coincidental. If you are one of the characters in this story or know someone like the characters portrayed in this story…I want to meet them…or you…or whatever. As far as I know Tyte-Fit does not exist. If it does, consider this to be free advertising. This story is about latex fetish and contains adult viewing material. If you are offended by sexual situations, please read no further or blame me not you will. If you enjoyed The Dark Side of Jenny, or The Adventures of Latex Suzie (unfinished), then you should find this entertaining. Finally, this story was inspired by a picture I saw on Rubberwoman’s site…RW

Wheel of Fortune

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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=-

Wheel of Fortune

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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=-

Working Late

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Foreword: Surprisingly, this has evolved in to a consensual story. Initially, I had considered the tried and tested, non consensual, automatic packaging theme. Perhaps I will still write a story along those lines. Although this is slightly out of character, I think it works well and there is still an element of reluctance. Anyway, enjoy. Rubberwolf.

Working Late by Rubberwolf

At nineteen, most girls of Nicole’s age would have been horrified by having to work in a rubber doll factory. Unlike most girls however, Nicole was not bothered at all by the products that her company sold. It certainly gave her something to talk about at parties. The looks of shock and disbelief that come over people’s faces. It is not so much what she does at the factory. After all, an accounts assistant is hardly scandalous. But as soon as she mentions that she works for “Rubberdoll’s”, the look of boredom that typically glazes peoples faces at the mention of accounts, suddenly transforms in to one of astonishment and disbelief.

Writing my Future

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Writing my Future by julise Writing my Future by julise

I am an attractive single woman in my mid twenties. I keep a very busy lifestyle and I do not have much time for dating. I finally resolved to just coming home to my vibrator and sex sites every night. This was fine with me.

I began to get interested in the bdsm sites after a while. I could drive myself crazy with intense orgasms off of the many stories that I read. Personally, I would not like to actually be in any of these situations, but it was nice to fantasize about being tied up and used as a mere fucktoy. However, I would cringe at the thought of actually experiencing these things.

Writing my Future 2

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(story continues from Writing my Future)

Writing my Future- Part 2 by julise Writing my Future 2 by julise

I was lying in my cage when Lisa entered my room and turned the light on. The sudden light hurt my eyes and I had to blink rapidly to get used to it. I had been kidnapped by Lisa and her husband, Tom, the day before, and it now seemed that I had nothing more to look forward to in my life except pain, humiliation, and servitude. My jaw was sore from the very thick dildo gag in my mouth, my shoulders ached from having my wrists cuffed behind my back all night with leather cuffs, and my back ached because I had to scrunch my body up to lay down in my cage, my new home. Every time this thought occurred to me, I had to fight the tears back. I had hardly slept all night because of the discomfort from the huge butt plug up my ass. It didn’t help that I kept squeezing it trying to dispel it out of my ass. And then there were those fucking nipple clamps. They were tightly clamped to my nipples and attached with a very short chain. If I stayed very still I could enjoy the numbness that encompassed my nipples from the clamps, but every little movement was a painful reminder. I won’t even go into my humiliation of wetting myself after holding my pee in for many hours. Of course, the fact that I had no choice in any of this didn’t make things easier.

Writing My Future 3

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(story continues from Writing my Future 2)

Writing my Future- Part 3 by julise Writing my Future - Part 3 by julise I was sitting in my chair at my office at home looking at a bondage site. I was looking at pictures of a naked woman with a very nice body who was hogtied with rope practically covering her legs and arms and she had a leather hood on. She had beautiful long brown wavy hair that came out through an opening at the top of her hood and her body was very lean and muscular. I humbly think that my body is in the same condition. Not just in my opinion, but others have confirmed this. I had started to masturbate looking at this trussed up woman while visions of my next story played out in my head. The index finger of my right hand rubbed over my clit hard and then harder. My left hand rubbed over my breasts and squeezed my nipples. I was almost to the point of orgasm when I spotted the tattoo on the woman’s ass. It was very small, which is why I didn’t see it at first, but when I saw the tattoo fearful recognition engulfed me. It was the name of my high school boyfriend written in Japanese. It was the very tattoo that I had removed three years earlier when I was 23! The woman in the picture was me! I screamed and all of a sudden I was collared, on the floor on all fours with Lisa holding my leash and petting my baldhead while Tom walked through the door.

Writing My Future 4

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(story continues from Writing My Future 3)

Writing my Future- Part 4 by julise Writing my Future - Part 4 by julise As I sat next to Lisa, my mistress (or psycho bitch), having one forced orgasm after another I heard footsteps come into the room. I was still thrashing about with wave after wave of orgasms.

“My, my, the slave looks wonderful trussed up like that. Does it have both a plug and a dildo in?” Tom’s voice did not seem to sound as deep as it had the night before. At that moment I realized that it had only been about 24 hours since I had been abducted. It seemed like a lifetime passed before that moment. And now here I was condemned to a life of sexual slavery for…what?…forever? Not if I could help it.