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“Such a beautiful canvas of stars” She said, her head tilted back as far as it could go in the folding camp chair. He murmured his agreement, looking not at the stars, but at her. He was glad to be here and she was equally glad to have him. The fact was, he was hers. That is what suited them both best. Nights like these are when they really felt alive. A cool drink, a warm, comfortable fire, the music of the night creatures, solitude and each other, it really didn’t get better than this. ...

Kimberly waited all day for her Owner to come home. When she heard the keys jingle in the lock downstairs she wanted to jump up, race down, and meet him at the door, but she knew he wouldn’t like that, so instead she stayed on the bed, in the dark, waiting. She heard him moving around downstairs. She heard the groan of the pipes as he turned on the water. She heard his voice, muted through the walls, as he made a phone call. Her pulse raced and she trembled all over. When was he going to come upstairs? She hoped it would be soon. ...

My fascination with being buried, unable to move under hundreds of stuffed garbage bags had been with me all my life, and like the others out there that I had seen online, I had often tried to stage these scenarios at home using big tough bags, tape and rope. More often than not, this turned out to be a big disappointment, but I knew that one day, I could find a way to safely make this fantasy come true. ...

Ah, the things you will do to write a story. All I was trying to do was finish up part two of the story “Surprise Package”. I ended up with an adventure I had to write about instead. I just wish I had pictures to go along with it. Maybe I will do it all over again and get some pictures._ I got up this morning and with everyone else in the house gone, I figured it would be a great time to dress to the hilt and finish up part two of the story. So off I went, shaved all over, put some makeup on, and slipped into this purple top and brown skirt. Of course you can’t forget about the nylons, shoes, fixing the hair and then just a touch of perfume! As always I was in heaven. ...

A few years ago, I wrote about my uneventful visit to a local dungeon. I had been thinking aabout a return and waiting for the right time, which included wife out of town and nice weather. It finally arrived, but with a different destination. Now we had a new place which featured both massage and domination, so why not give that a try. The first thing I did was to put a chastity cage on my private parts, a cb-3000. (I like to wear this when the wife is not home; she doesn’t know about it.) Before I snapped the lock, I put a one-inch ring thru the hasp. Then I put on a spandex unitard - - which the wife also does not know about - - and locked the zipper in back to the collar I added; the collar had a separate locking buckle and leash loop. I put a small combination luggage lock through the hasp and a regular small padlock joining the zipper tab and the leash loop. ...

In the hurried sexcapades of youth, during those back seat flings and the quickies of youth, because Mom and Dad might show up at any time. I was left with a very serious problem. My problems was that of premature ejection. I wasn’t able to hold back, more then two or three minutes. I would loose my self control, and shoot my load. If my lady enjoyed playing for a while first I would always explode in her hand and be unable to get another hardon for her to enjoy. This became a problem as the years passed by. ...

(story continues from Bondage Barbie 18) Chapter 19 – Just Hanging Around! Beth and I were both working on Dawn dressed in clinging black leather cat suits and high-heeled boots. We were uncertain whether the idea we had for the girl was practical or, in fact, even possible but time would tell. A ball gag and head harness had kept our subject quiet as we laced each arm into tight gloves and then heavy cone shaped leather mitts with a ring at the fingertips. The mitts had additional straps at the wrist and elbow. She was positioned on the playroom floor with the finger rings snapped to floor hooks on either side of her thighs ...

The metal pony is one of my favourite tortures (see Riding the Metal Pony), balancing on tip toes until my leg muscles tire and I’m lowered onto the metal chain passing between the lips of my sex. A choice between the pain in my calf and the pain deep within me. Never one to rest on my laurels, I had to look for the next challenge; the metal horse. We keep all sorts of rubbish in the garage. Two things had caught my eye. One was a plank, about four feet long, six inches wide and an inch thick. The other was a wooden pole, two inches in diameter and three feet long. I hadn’t realised it was raining until I went outside to get them. The water pooling on the flagstones of the patio was pleasantly cool under my bare feet, the tarmac of the driveway still held the warmth from the previous sunshine. ...

In order to view this story, readers must be of legal age in the area where they reside. If stories of explicit sex and bondage offend you, go elsewhere. You have been warned. This is my tale of self bondage and the results of it. My name is Ben. I have been happily married to my wife for 6 years. I am 30 and by wife Anne is 28. I am still not too hard on the eyes. My wife is still knockout gorgeous. I am a little over 6 feet 3 inches tall semi bald, blond hair blue eyes and in shape. I work out at the gym 4 days a week with both weights and aerobic exercises. ...

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. ...

Unforgetful Basement Self-Bondage by asianchick2004 Unforgetful Basement Self-Bondage by asianchick2004 Hi I would like to stay anonymous but I’ll tell you a little about me. I am 22 years old, a Korean girl, height 5'1, 32b-22-32 are my measurements and I weigh 105 lbs so I am petite, and I live in southern California. I live alone in my own house so I am pretty well off financially so I can enjoy self bondage whenever I like and not worry about getting caught. I use my basement for my self bondage sessions. ...

Going For A Self-Bondage Walk by Leotardguy Going For A Self-Bondage Walk by Leotardguy This is a completely true story. Bondage to me not only felt good but it also could be used as a way of creating the humiliation which I so much craved. (And I haven’t the slightest idea why.) At Halloween I would always find a costume which would mesh the two, most often going as a black cat in leotard and tights, with a collar locked on my neck that also locked the zipper of the leotard. I fondly remember a bunch of girls who were dressed in roller derby costumes who took a look at my collar and exclaimed, “You’re locked in!” I loved it. ...

It all began on a Friday. Everyone was away for the weekend and I had the house to myself. I had been preparing for this for weeks and the anticipation was growing by the minute. I do really enjoy the feeling of tight restraint, loss of sight, of hearing and speech. Today I would be in self-bondage for about seven hours. I have spent a considerable amount of time and thought in coming up with methods of self-restraint that are inescapable, yet will release me after a time. ...

A True Story Something triggered my interest in bondage around eighth grade. I’ve thought about it many times but I cannot narrow it any better than to “something”. I do recall playing tie-up and escape with my best buddy and that meant grammar school as we went our separate ways for high school (we would each other and see if we could escape: he never escaped from my tying and I never failed to escape his). Anyway, by the next grade, high school, I was into bondage, but totally self. And I was ashamed for bondage always seemed to result in ejaculation and I knew masturbation was a serious sin. ...

My Wife Won’t Do It by Seahawk My wife won’t do it by Seahawk My wife won’t do it. That is why there is a pile of half-inch chain lying on the bathroom floor. With a dozen padlocks. My wife won’t give me the release that I crave, so I have to make a lone journey of exploration into unknown and forbidden desire and fantasy. For whilst our relationship is close, her heart is not really into bondage games and the effort it takes. ...

Hi to all self bondage enthusiasts, here is my once and only time I was caught during a self bondage session of mine. Let me introduce myself first before I start, I am 24 now, I am 5’6” 137lbs, shoulder length brown highlighted hair, green eyes, lovely legs, shaved, 34b-24-34, nicely toned body with average looks. I always have been excited/turned on seeing a girl tied up on TV or during a movie, so I tried it my very first time when I was about 15 years old. I loved it and couldn’t get enough of tying myself up, each time became better and better more exciting and wanted to be pleased and couldn’t wait until the next time I tied myself up and always thinking of new ways to tie/tease myself or tie myself up to and masturbate in one wild orgasm. Once I was old enough and online I learned so much about self tying and amazed at how many people other then I done this type of play. I always thought that I was alone in this style of play. And always had to be careful around my parents so they wouldn’t discover my self bondage items that I hid very well, and especially them finding me in a self bondage session. ...

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! .

Steel Bound Pet by Techster Steel Bound Pet by Techster My wife, Techie, knows I love to experiment with self-bondage. Unlike many self-bondage practitioners my self-bondage relies on my wife of 35+ years, Techie, for release. If correctly designed there is no way I can free myself. From time to time I enjoy placing myself in a position of complete dependence on her. Today I wanted to use locking steel bondage. ...

My Thing - part 3 by Ann Johnson Ann Johnson ‘My Thing 3’ Unsuccessful Self-inflected Weekend Chastity Unsuccessful Self-inflected Weekend Chastity I recently made all the keys to my padlocks inaccessible buy my usual means. One set left at my place of work, the second mailed to my own address and the third hidden under the floor level shelf in my stationary shop which remains closed all weekend. I had this idea of an enforced chastity session for a while and decided to go for it last weekend. As you know by now my equipment is pretty basic but it I manage to work with what I have. For this session I would require my 4 foot heavy chain, 1 4 foot and 2 1 foot lengths of light chain. I would also require 3 pairs of jeans and my high heels. ...

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. ...

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. ...

Tension by Soloist Tension by Soloist The man was cuffed wrists and ankles, spread-eagled on the bed, sweating and squirming. He did not know how long he had been in this torment but he was sure it was well over an hour, probably closer to two. Then his muscles tensed, his body going rigid with his back bowed as his cock reached to heaven for climax. A moan escaped his hood as he was yet again denied the relief of orgasm. All he could do was quietly sob as he waited for the next time his cock screamed. ...

My Thing 2 by Ann Johnson My Thing 2 by Ann Johnson This is my second submission to Gromets page outline my self bondage scenario and methods I use to humiliate, torture and fulfil my weird inner stirrings. It felt strange to see my words and thoughts on the web for all to see then my first submission was posted. Nobody knows about my self-bondage fetish and it is something I would find very hard to divulge to anyone. ...

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. ...

The Long Wait For The Keys. by Lord Zhamet The Long Wait For The Keys by Lord Zhamet First let me introduce my self. I’m a 30-year-old bi-sexual male from Sweden with a long interest in Self-Bondage and latex. In the BDSM community I classify myself as a Switch. This is my first attempt on writing a story, so please don’t be too hard in your judgment. Any comments can be sent to [email protected] ...

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 - 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. ...

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. ...

Both of us were eagerly counting our money hoping to win but in a way, hoping to lose also. My friend Stacy and I had a bet. We would play Monopoly for 1 hour and whoever had the most money wins. The loser must then put themselves in self bondage while the winner has their way with them. During the course of the game, the odds went up to 3 different self bondage positions. What was even better was that we could tie ourselves up anyway we wanted, without having to worry about release mechanisms. Butterflies filled my stomach as I counted my money, dreaming of what I might do or have done to me. The money was added up and we both had a smile on our faces. ...

The windows and doors were locked, the answerphone was on and everything I would need was gathered in a sports bag. Using a pole with a hook on the end, I opened the hatch to the loft and pulled down the ladder. Although it had been a hot day, the air in the loft had cooled now to a reasonable temperature to be naked – I hate being cold. I turned on the light and unpacked the bag, laying out all the items and checking that nothing was missing. All present and correct, I covered the hatch with a large box, cutting out most of the external light, although a little could seep in through the vents between the roof and the top of the walls. ...

Ashley Self Bondage 2 My First Suspension by Ardvark My First Suspension: My shoulders are aching from being in the same position for nearly two hours. The real problem is, I won’t be able to get relief from this situation for at least another hour. I have been able to wiggle from time to time, lifting myself by one arm or the other, but for the past few minutes, the strain on my arms has been very severe. The only relief I have been able to get has been the fleeting moment when I’ve been able to stretch enough to put some of my weight on the tips of my toes, I can’t maintain that position for long, because of the strain on my legs. For this session, I have a spreader bar between my ankles. This makes holding myself up by my toes even more challenging. When I have been able to stand on my toes, my arms were still held above my head and now ache from being forced to maintain this position. My hands are getting numb because of the fatigue in my arms and legs. After the first hour, my body was well worn out and I was pretty much just hanging from my wrists. ...

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? ...

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! ...

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. ...

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. ...

Sammy Joe’s Barnyard Self-Bondage - Chapter 6 by Hagster Sammy Joe’s Barnyard Self-Bondage Part Twelve Some Relief, at Last Sammy Joe’s Barnyard Self-Bondage Part Twelve Some Relief, at Last Kristen had helped me walk to the front of the barn to the door leading outside towards the house. My progress was slow at best and I could tell she was becoming somewhat frustrated. She paused for a moment after opening the door and leaned me against the corridor wall. “I’ll be right back, don’t go away,” she mocked as she walked out the door. ...

Sammy Joe’s Barnyard Self-Bondage - Chapter 5 by Hagster Sammy Joe’s Barnyard Self-Bondage Part SevenWill They Ever Leave? Part Ten Oops! Well, you know the old Chinese proverb, “…be careful what you ask for, you just might get it”. I had managed to suspend myself from the roof of the loft down through the trap door, gagged, hands nearly immobilized, and my feet chained neatly underneath my butt two feet off the barn floor. The vibrator in my pussy was going like crazy, and was beginning to drive me mad with pleasure. Waves of ecstasy were mounting and I struggled against my bonds. I squirmed and twisted, trying to aid the buzzing shaft inside of me to bring me over the edge. ...

Sammy Joe’s Barnyard Self-Bondage - Chapter 4 by Hagster Sammy Joe’s Barnyard Self-Bondage Part SevenWill They Ever Leave? Part Seven Will They Ever Leave? Good grief will Sunday ever come? And here I was on a Friday night, in my room, listening to talk radio. Boyfriend hundreds of miles away doing Lord knows what with God knows who, unwilling to pleasure myself while waiting for Sunday to arrive, and going over yet again the plans I was devising for myself. I unlocked my “hope chest” to take inventory of what I had amassed and possibly of what I had forgotten. I retrieved an old pair of sweatpants from a dresser drawer and grabbed my scissors. I wouldn’t need to be fully clothed, yet wanted some amount of protection from the restraints. Bondage need not be uncomfortable and I detest chafing. I snipped the legs of the sweatpants off at the knees, threw them and a large white cotton tee shirt back into the chest and locked it. Nothing left to do now but wait, some more. ...

Sammy Joe’s Barnyard Self-Bondage - Chapter 3 by Hagster Sammy Joe’s Barnyard Self-Bondage Part Five A Restless Night Part Five A Restless Night Dinner was later than usual and no one had much to say. Mom and Dad were in deep anticipation of their nearing vacation, while I was anxious to get on with my upcoming session. After the dishes were washed and put away, we all agreed to call it a day and went to bed early. Being as I did not do any work today, I didn’t build up any kind of a sweat and decided to forego an evening shower. Morning showers, on the other hand, were a must. ...

Hypnotically Bound by John Roper Hypnotically Bound by John Roper Being blond and beautiful would have been a difficult enough social cross to bear for Susan. Having an outrageous figure made the visual burden that much more complex, making any kind of public appearance an exercise in extreme self-consciousness. Add to this mixed-blessing-dilemma the psychological wrinkle of a B/D-kinky nature, and what we had here was a woman who’d waited too long and hard for her one-and-only to come along. ...

The restrained moans and air whistling through her nostrils said it all. I was on the highway with my leather-clad housemate in the passenger seat and all I could think of was I wished it were me in her situation. We had met just over a year ago in, believe it or not, a leather clothing store. They were having a spring sale to clear merchandise before the hot weather and I was trying on skirts while, nearby, she was trying to pick a light jacket. ...

(story continues from Invitation) Part 2: Second Invitation The next few days left Nick in a turmoil. His mind kept returning to the events of the previous Saturday when the mysterious “J” had ensnared him and, as she had promised, given him an adventure to fulfill his wildest fantasies. Every evening he rushed home to check his mailbox for another invitation but, each time, he was disappointed. The week passed, and then the next. Nick had driven past J’s house a couple of times but her admonition not to try and contact her kept him from stopping. One thing he did do was to surreptitiously try and look over the women who used the gym whilst he was exercising. “D” one of the women who had ridden him that Saturday afternoon had recognised him and commented that she had wanted to get her hands on him. “J” herself seemed to know that he worked out regularly. Frustratingly, although there were many women using the gym, he could never feel with any certainty that he recognised a voice - which was all he had to go on. ...

Just a little story that happened to me some years ago and seems funny when I look back on it now, But at the time I was hoping the floor would open up and swallow me. I had just finished my night shift at the local hospital; it was the weekend, 8 AM. I had looked forward to being mummified all week long. I walked in the house Len my partner had just got up and was having breakfast, I called across I am just going to have a shower then we can start, he blew me a kiss and I went to the shower room. ...

(story continues from Bondage Barbie 13)_ Chapter 14 – The Ultimate 69 Since coming to live with me Beth had become almost insatiable. Whether she was tormenting Dawn with increasingly stringent bondage positions and outfits or was herself on the receiving end of my hobby, Beth kept coming back for more. Many days I would slow her down by simply tying her hand and foot, forcing a large gag in her mouth and leaving her to stew. The problem was that when I did release her she was so wound up and excited it sometimes took hours to get her satisfied. ...

(story continues from Bondage Barbie 14)_ Chapter 15 – The Rawhide Experience My most ambitious outfit for Dawn was also extremely expensive. Preparing for its use the next day I put all the components in a large bucket and lowered them into the hot tub overnight. To keep her quiet during the process Beth forced a large rubber ball in Dawn’s mouth and buckled a strap around her head to keep it in place. A blindfold kept her from seeing the rest of the preparations and I pulled the bucket from the hot tub, put it on a small trolley and wheeled it over to the table where we had her strapped down. ...

(story continues from Bondage Barbie 15)_ Chapter 16 – Bound to Return Dawn was going to be riding home from the chalet in style, but not a style she would appreciate. On the top of my van was a streamlined luggage container. It was permanently attached to the roof and the curved front presented little wind resistance. The hinged top opened lengthwise for loading and then clamped down to be completely weatherproof; the unit had originally been designed for skis and duffle bags. Two padlocks allowed me to lock it securely. ...

(story continues from Bondage Barbie 16)_ Chapter 17 – “The Meal Game” It was my turn to play “The Meal Game”; Beth had done it last Saturday evening and failed. There were two main pieces of equipment needed for the game – the chair and Dawn! The chair was an oversize, heavy, straight-backed dining room piece that we had modified. There were locking casters on each leg and just above them a piece of ½” plywood formed a solid platform. Above that there was a half-moon shape cut out from the front of the padded seat. The inside edge of the cut out had a series of small screw eyes at about 1” intervals and there was a threaded socket in the seat just in front of the backrest. ...

(story continues from Bondage Barbie 17)_ Chapter 18 – Suspended Surrender It was hard to believe that after all we had put her through over the last few months Dawn still had a spark of defiance left. Beth had been careless and that allowed Dawn to swing a free arm and catch her across the mouth with the back of a leather-covered hand. The damage had been minimal, except to Beth’s pride, but I was determined to extinguish that spark. ...

(story continues from The Investigative Reporter 11: Contract Negotiations) Part 12: Little Fugitive Beth was once again put up in her stall, and the hired help dismissed for the day with pay long before J.M. used the editor’s telephone to call her driver back at her ranch for a pickup. Ordinarily new ponygirls were acquired as walk ins, and the truck and trailer not needed to transport them initially to the ranch. The I.P.R.L. however was rather specific in it’s rules on transportation of racing stock, and this could be a gray area that could run her afoul of the committee if it were questioned. Beth was technically already “in harness”, and to transport her in a passenger car like an ordinary human just wouldn’t do for several reasons, the least of which was that it would set a dangerous precedent and could negate her previous training. There was also the consideration that Beth technically was an escaped convict, and if transported in the back of a livestock trailer there would likely be little scrutiny of the truck’s cargo on it’s return trip. ...

(story continues from The Investigative Reporter 6: The Price Of Freedom, part 1) Part 7: The Price Of Freedom, part 2 Beth knew she wouldn’t be able to easily open the trunk lid from the inside in the dark, if at all, and that if she needed to escape it would have to be right past the stranger staring at her. That was at best a near impossibility, but even if she did escape this stranger she would be stranded nearly naked in an unknown place with no food, water, or even money to buy her freedom. She knew she could be easily grabbed by some opportunistic men who could take extreme advantage of her, (if they could catch her), only to return her to Grandview where she belonged when they were eventually done with her. ...