<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8" standalone="yes"?><rss version="2.0" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><channel><title>Electroplay on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/tags/electroplay/</link><description>Recent content in Electroplay on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Sat, 30 May 2026 20:13:48 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/tags/electroplay/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>The Bride</title><link>/stories/2017/10/30/the-bride/</link><pubDate>Mon, 30 Oct 2017 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2017/10/30/the-bride/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Anne glanced around the redecorated man cave that was the frat house’s attic hangout room. For the Halloween Haunted House, the guys had actually cleaned up and decorated it and she could see the effort they had put into tonight. There were a few hours before the doors opened for tonight’s festivities. Henry was still talking with Brad about what they planned on doing to her tonight for the scene she had agreed to participate in.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Institutionalised 3: A Close Shave</title><link>/stories/2017/10/07/institutionalised-3-a-close-shave/</link><pubDate>Sat, 07 Oct 2017 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2017/10/07/institutionalised-3-a-close-shave/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;story continued from &lt;a href="institutionalised2.html"&gt;part two&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part 3: A Close Shave&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;They unbuckled me from the trolley, my legs cramping at first, and then they removed my straightjacket. I was hot and sweaty but oh, I was so relieved, although I knew something nasty was probably coming. They led me, unresisting to the gyn/ob chair and quickly strapped me in, rubber straps being pulled tight at my ankles, knees, thighs, waist, above my breasts, then at biceps and wrists. When they were finished I could only move my head. I was naked except for my mask, and for that I was relieved. And I could still taste and smell all the juices of the women, and Dr. Mann’s sperm on me. Yes, it was quite a cocktail to savour all right.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Jessica’s Torment 5: Trial and Error</title><link>/stories/2017/07/29/jessicas-torment-5-trial-and-error/</link><pubDate>Sat, 29 Jul 2017 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2017/07/29/jessicas-torment-5-trial-and-error/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;story continues from &lt;a href="jessicastorment4.html"&gt;part four&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jessica&amp;rsquo;s Torment 5: Trial and Error&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Jessica pulled Angela’s legs up to her wrists and locked a short piece of chain on the chain between her ankles and the chain between her wrists. Angie was now hogtied in hard steel, her nipples painfully pinched and pressed between her weight and the mattress, and her mouth stuffed and silent. The only means of her escaping being set well out of reach on Jessica’s dresser.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Jessica’s Torment 6: Revulsion and Karma</title><link>/stories/2017/07/29/jessicas-torment-6-revulsion-and-karma/</link><pubDate>Sat, 29 Jul 2017 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2017/07/29/jessicas-torment-6-revulsion-and-karma/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;story continues from &lt;a href="jessicastorment5.html"&gt;part five&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jessica&amp;rsquo;s Torment 6: Revulsion and Karma&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Carl ended his evening by returning the women back to their machines; but, with Jessica being on the spanking machine and Angela getting her pussy fucked by something much smaller than what she had in her earlier. Carl had no idea that he had just completed the women’s original plan.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Jessica’s cuffs would release her in three hours and allow them to finish the night well fucked, well spanked, but most importantly; free.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Jessica’s Torment 4: Jessi’s Toys</title><link>/stories/2017/07/17/jessicas-torment-4-jessis-toys/</link><pubDate>Mon, 17 Jul 2017 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2017/07/17/jessicas-torment-4-jessis-toys/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;story continues from &lt;a href="jessicastorment3.html"&gt;part three&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jessica&amp;rsquo;s Torment 4: Jessi’s Toys&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;After removing the vaginal shield, and nearly matching vaginal insert, and removing the belt from around her waist, instead of releasing her still shackled left ankle, Jessica reset the timer until morning and reattached the washer to the electromagnet. She once again locked her body in a spread-eagle position on her bed and allowed her multi-orgasmed, electrically beaten and battered body, and, nearly shattered mind to relax and drift off and away from this world.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Tonya's Entanglement</title><link>/stories/2017/07/17/tonyas-entanglement/</link><pubDate>Mon, 17 Jul 2017 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2017/07/17/tonyas-entanglement/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Disclaimer:&lt;/strong&gt; This story is a work of fiction from the imagination of the Author. Any resemblance to; persons, places, and/or events, are purely coincidental. This story is intended for Adults of legal age and contains descriptive text of an adult nature. Do not attempt any of the scenarios described within this story as there is a risk of injury or death and is for literary amusement only.
&lt;strong&gt;Authority:&lt;/strong&gt; All stories penned under the moniker of ElectroPainLover are offered exclusively to Gromet for use on Gromet’s Plaza story sites. Expressed written authorization must be obtained from the author in order to be published outside of Gromet’s websites.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Tonya’s Entanglement</title><link>/stories/2017/07/17/tonyas-entanglement/</link><pubDate>Mon, 17 Jul 2017 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2017/07/17/tonyas-entanglement/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Disclaimer:&lt;/strong&gt; This story is a work of fiction from the imagination of the Author. Any resemblance to; persons, places, and/or events, are purely coincidental. This story is intended for Adults of legal age and contains descriptive text of an adult nature. Do not attempt any of the scenarios described within this story as there is a risk of injury or death and is for literary amusement only.
&lt;strong&gt;Authority:&lt;/strong&gt; All stories penned under the moniker of ElectroPainLover are offered exclusively to Gromet for use on Gromet’s Plaza story sites. Expressed written authorization must be obtained from the author in order to be published outside of Gromet’s websites.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Bondage Table</title><link>/stories/2017/05/07/bondage-table/</link><pubDate>Sun, 07 May 2017 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2017/05/07/bondage-table/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Our bondage club meets every other Saturday night. We have anywhere
from 8 to all 16 members present for our meetings. After a short session
to take care of club business and collect dues, we engage in bondage sessions,
with either volunteers or names picked from a coffee can as the subjects
for that nights bondage scenes.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;At a previous meeting, a committee was appointed to design and build
bondage devices that could be made by the club members.  We already
have the usual restraints; handcuffs, leather cuffs for wrists and ankles,
bondage hoods, gags of various types, chastity belts, single armed gloves,
bondage mittens, etc that would be found in any bondage clubs collection.
We have also built some devices including a bondage chair anchored to the
floor, standing and kneeling stocks, a spanking bench, a suspension harness
and a bondage cross.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Abduction</title><link>/stories/2017/05/04/the-abduction/</link><pubDate>Thu, 04 May 2017 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2017/05/04/the-abduction/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;As he slowly became aware of sounds around him, Brian realized something was desperately wrong. The first thing that struck him was how fuzzy his head seemed to feel. Very slowly, he tried to lift his head from off his chest. That was when the second thing struck him. His head was totally covered in what seemed to be a snug fitting hood, possibly leather. The only opening in the hood was just below the nose and he breathed deeply.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>In the Name of Science</title><link>/stories/2016/11/02/in-the-name-of-science/</link><pubDate>Wed, 02 Nov 2016 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2016/11/02/in-the-name-of-science/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;“Comfy”&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“mmupf errg”&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“Good”&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Jenna was anything but ‘comfy’.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Pete said he could do things to people or more accurately, to her.
That no one else could do. She stood on a small platform in a darken room.
Like a statue on display. He had her in a very tight corset that pushed
her breast beyond what she thought was normal. Then he had her in put on
a pair ballet boots. These shoes where not made for the ballet. They forced her to stand
on tiptoe. The boots went all the way up to her thigh.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Rachel’s Weekly Web Show</title><link>/stories/2013/09/11/rachels-weekly-web-show/</link><pubDate>Wed, 11 Sep 2013 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2013/09/11/rachels-weekly-web-show/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Exploring the world of kink through the written word, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://kinkywriter.com/"&gt;KinkyWriter.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; features erotic stories about bondage, domination, chastity, and more. If you enjoyed this story, please consider visiting the author&amp;rsquo;s website at &lt;a href="http://www.kinkywriter.com/"&gt;www.kinkywriter.com&lt;/a&gt; for new kinky adventures every month! ](&lt;a href="https://forum.grometsplaza.net/index.php?topic=1092.0"&gt;https://forum.grometsplaza.net/index.php?topic=1092.0&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Spandex Rehabilitation Machine 2</title><link>/stories/2011/11/17/the-spandex-rehabilitation-machine-2/</link><pubDate>Thu, 17 Nov 2011 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2011/11/17/the-spandex-rehabilitation-machine-2/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;(story continues from &lt;a href="spandexrehabilitationmachine.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Spandex Rehabilitation Machine&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part Two&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Dr. Plank was fully set up in his new facility, and the mindless but beautiful Jessica was back with him now and wearing a sensor/ transmitter rig built into her sexy blond wig. What he thought would be the perfect toy, his sexy Jessica willing to do ANYTHING that he could think of just by suggesting it to her, got tiring after a while. For a week straight he had her only wearing a short lab coat and high heels while bent over his desk, but even that got boring even though she enthusiastically thrusted back at him each time. The sensor rig she wore made his suggestions, with electrical stimuli, into her fondest desires and was only possible because the machine had so completely broken her in the two days it had her! In no time at all Jessica became just another piece of test equipment to Dr. Plank, but still one he liked to play with on occasion.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Lonely Girl Mummified</title><link>/stories/2011/11/13/lonely-girl-mummified/</link><pubDate>Sun, 13 Nov 2011 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2011/11/13/lonely-girl-mummified/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://strangehobbies.deviantart.com/"&gt;http://strangehobbies.deviantart.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Part 1&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;That day, I woke up utterly unable to move. Except for my breathing everything was completely silent and I could not see a thing. The last event I could recall was going out to the movies on my own to watch a mediocre film. I could not even remember how it ended. Maybe I&amp;rsquo;d fallen asleep before the end. The trouble was, I had absolutely no memory of what might have happened afterwards.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>It Was Dark Part 2: It was Dark - And Getting Darker</title><link>/stories/2011/11/02/it-was-dark-part-2-it-was-dark-and-getting-darker/</link><pubDate>Wed, 02 Nov 2011 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2011/11/02/it-was-dark-part-2-it-was-dark-and-getting-darker/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;continued from &lt;a href="itwasdark.html"&gt;part one&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part 2: It was Dark - And Getting Darker.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I was at work; it was a perfectly fine autumn day, not a cloud in the sky or any worries in my head.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I opened my email inbox and there it was with attachments. Shit it can’t be. She doesn’t know my work email. But somehow she did. Of course she did she had had access to my wallet for days. My business cards are in there.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>It Was Dark</title><link>/stories/2011/04/12/it-was-dark/</link><pubDate>Tue, 12 Apr 2011 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2011/04/12/it-was-dark/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;It is dark, inky black unseeable dark, no light at all.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Try as I might I could not move. I seemed to be wrapped in something sticky. Something cold and very tight held me in its embrace. I could wriggle my whole body, however my hands felt like they had been molded to my thighs and my legs and feet were bound together as though they were in one piece.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>One Hundred Knots</title><link>/stories/2011/01/04/one-hundred-knots/</link><pubDate>Tue, 04 Jan 2011 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2011/01/04/one-hundred-knots/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;If you’ve read my earlier story, “&lt;a href="../storiessz/self_imposed_punishment.html"&gt;Self-imposed Punishment&lt;/a&gt;” (Please do; it’ll provide valuable background that will help you better understand what I’ve written here), you know the drill at my house; in order to cum, I must first suffer by the cock and balls. Intense application of electroshock is the punishment of choice.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Two things on which I unfortunately didn’t elaborate in that last story are the self-bondage method that I employ and the excruciating pain that I endure as I struggle to free myself. Those omissions I hope to rectify here.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Self-imposed Punishment</title><link>/stories/2011/01/04/self-imposed-punishment/</link><pubDate>Tue, 04 Jan 2011 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2011/01/04/self-imposed-punishment/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Self-imposed Punishment&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;A little background might give the reader a better understanding of what is to follow.  I&amp;rsquo;m Jack, a successful, fairly well educated person, fun-loving and upbeat, with a variety of interests.  I&amp;rsquo;m 59 years of age, 6&amp;rsquo;, 220lbs. and while not naturally submissive, slip easily into the bottom role.  In fact, when aroused I experience intense masochistic cravings that allow a clever Domme to effortlessly manipulate me into wantonly and agonizingly suffering for her.  I adore being visually teased and then, while tightly restrained, being subjected to heavy CBT (especially by electroshock) for my lustful attitude.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Medical Test</title><link>/stories/2010/09/27/medical-test/</link><pubDate>Mon, 27 Sep 2010 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2010/09/27/medical-test/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;It must be two am. As you lie awake in your bed in that hospital room, unable to sleep, you think about the days ahead, the friends who visited, and then you smile when you remember what happened when Daniel came into your room and sat on the edge of your bed the day before, and the horny things he said. You lick the tip of your finger and gently caress the tip of a nipple. Unable to resist, you slip your hand down between your legs. You close your eyes, hoping that an orgasm might lead eventually to sleep.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Magnificent</title><link>/stories/2010/09/26/magnificent/</link><pubDate>Sun, 26 Sep 2010 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2010/09/26/magnificent/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Our paths had crossed many times over the years. We hadn&amp;rsquo;t actually communicated for years but there had always been &amp;ldquo;history&amp;rdquo; going back longer than we cared to acknowledge.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;We had once been lovers. Real lovers. The ones that went beyond where we were often comfortable, to satisfy the other. I easily recall how she had tied me up that first time when I had wanted to experience the feeling of being out of control. She was magnificent!!&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Family Secrets</title><link>/stories/2009/07/28/family-secrets/</link><pubDate>Tue, 28 Jul 2009 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2009/07/28/family-secrets/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Something very interesting happened to me one stormy night during what I thought was a private session. This is the scenario, being somewhat imaginative I create a lot of my bondage gear. One piece of equipment happened to be a homemade vacbed made out of ½” pvc pipe and plastic drop cloth. I have tested this unit multiple times each time making more and more strict.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The night has come, its dark, rainy, thunderstorms all around and my wife is working late. The opportunity knocked and I answered. I pulled out the vacbed, clear plastic with a nose hole and my homemade mouth dildo. This dildo goes into my mouth and sticks out of the plastic about 4”, having a hollow center for breathing in case my nose gets covered. The only thing i&amp;rsquo;ve found for stimulation that works is an e-stim unit so I place the miniplug in my ass and the two rings are slid over my penis. I set the electronic timer hooked to the shopvac for 30min with it turning on in 5, knowing full well that I would orgasm at least twice during that period with the e-stim.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Talk</title><link>/stories/2009/07/13/talk/</link><pubDate>Mon, 13 Jul 2009 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2009/07/13/talk/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;“…any act by which severe &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pain_and_suffering" title="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pain_and_suffering Pain and suffering"&gt;pain or suffering&lt;/a&gt;, whether physical or mental, is intentionally inflicted on a person for such purposes as obtaining from her, or a third person, information or a &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Confession" title="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Confession Confession"&gt;confession&lt;/a&gt;, punishing her for an act she or a third person has committed or is suspected of having committed, or &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Intimidating" title="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Intimidating Intimidating"&gt;intimidating&lt;/a&gt; or coercing her or a third person, or for any reason based on discrimination of any kind, when such pain or suffering is inflicted by or at the instigation of or with the consent or acquiescence of a public official or other person acting in an official capacity.” source wikipedia&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Corsets &amp; Cuffs 2: Yasmin</title><link>/stories/2009/03/23/corsets-cuffs-2-yasmin/</link><pubDate>Mon, 23 Mar 2009 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2009/03/23/corsets-cuffs-2-yasmin/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;(story continues from &lt;a href="corsets_cuffs.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Corsets &amp;amp; Cuffs&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)_&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Corsets and Cuffs 2: Yasmin&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Summary of part 1&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Suzanna was a shapely twenty something dark haired girl who lived on her own in a large manor house on the edge of a small village. Two weeks ago she had met Ryan Stone who had once been a childhood acquaintance. While discussing the past and other topics it had come to light that they both had an interest in Master / Slave relationships.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Trisha – Finding My Way Chapter 7: Epilogue</title><link>/stories/2008/11/30/trisha-finding-my-way-chapter-7-epilogue/</link><pubDate>Sun, 30 Nov 2008 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2008/11/30/trisha-finding-my-way-chapter-7-epilogue/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;(story continues from &lt;a href="trisha6.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Trisha – Finding My Way Chapter 6: Folsom Street Fair&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Disclaimer: Thanks to Feline and JD, without whose help the story would not have come out as smoothly as you see it.
All websites referenced in the story are imaginary URLs based on real websites.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chapter 7: Epilogue&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The business card dropped in my armbinder pocket was from Gail Hernandez, an electronics consultant. I’m happy to say we’ve been together for about a year now.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Internet Rubber</title><link>/stories/2008/11/21/internet-rubber/</link><pubDate>Fri, 21 Nov 2008 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2008/11/21/internet-rubber/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;I rang the doorbell and a camera immediately started swiveling above my head.  “Yes?” a voice said in the speaker.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“I am here about writing the story,” I said.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“I’ll be right down,” the voice replied.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I opened the door and stepped into the lobby.  An ordinary apartment building, I thought, two apartments per floor, 5 stories high.  The elevator descended, the door opened and out stepped a tall woman.  “I’m the hostess and owner.  Welcome to Internet Rubber,” she said and we shook hands.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Starting with Dinner</title><link>/stories/2008/11/20/starting-with-dinner/</link><pubDate>Thu, 20 Nov 2008 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2008/11/20/starting-with-dinner/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Respectfully and sincerely written for: Miss C.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The glow of the the dimmed lighting complimented the soft background music playing. He sat there quietly, ever grateful, and slowly ate the finely prepared dinner before him. This particular restaurant was not for the everyday consumer, but rather a prestigious five star Irish Steakhouse, and her personal favorite. It’s not her style to bring just anyone here, but of course he did not know that.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Turnabout Surprise</title><link>/stories/2008/10/31/turnabout-surprise/</link><pubDate>Fri, 31 Oct 2008 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2008/10/31/turnabout-surprise/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;from the Halloween special 2008&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;As Vern tried to shake the cage door in frustration, the locks on the outside jostled only slightly, clanging quietly against the cold metal. Linda&amp;rsquo;s voice came laughingly over the earbuds, &amp;ldquo;I would recommend against doing that again, sweetie.&amp;rdquo; Vern considered the situation carefully. Something about the tone of her voice suggested he should take her advice. Linda wasn&amp;rsquo;t one for surprises, and certainly he expected nothing like this! After all, it was supposed to be *her* in the cage!&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Blue Mummy</title><link>/stories/2008/05/15/blue-mummy/</link><pubDate>Thu, 15 May 2008 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2008/05/15/blue-mummy/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Max smiled to himself as he checked the blue nylon carryall to be sure it contained everything he would need. Satisfied, he zipped the bag and slung it over his shoulder, then stepped out of the studio apartment. Pausing only to lock the door, he walked quickly to the elevator, and punched the button. The lift stopped and the doors slid open; a couple of other people were already in the car riding down to the parking level. One was a woman about his mother’s age, with a neatly-marked Dalmatian on a black lead, and the other was a woman he saw from time to time but didn’t really know other than to say hello to.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Exercise Bike</title><link>/stories/2008/04/07/the-exercise-bike/</link><pubDate>Mon, 07 Apr 2008 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2008/04/07/the-exercise-bike/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;My Name is Jade and my Master has commanded me to document my life becoming and living as a 24/7 submissive. This story is just a small part of my “Slave’s Journal” as my Master calls it. If you like this part let me know, and keep on the lookout for more posts to come.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Let me tell you about myself. I’m a tall white woman at 5’11” with waist length black hair. Thanks to my Master’s strict diet and exercise plan I am a lean 130 lbs. with a well defined muscle tone. I have a nice shapely ass my Master just loves to spank, full 36C breasts capped with long, thick, dark, thimble size nipples which always seem hard and are the focus of men’s stares. Of course the fact that I’m rarely dressed and very scantily when I am doesn’t help much. My entire body from the neck down is smooth and hairless. Long ago I went through laser hair removal and my skin feels smooth, creamy and is very sensitive. Like my long pierced nipples my pussy also attracts a great deal of attention, from the several piercings on my large labia lips to the single ring through my circumcised monster clit.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Farm</title><link>/stories/2007/11/02/the-farm/</link><pubDate>Fri, 02 Nov 2007 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2007/11/02/the-farm/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;It had been a glorious spring day and I had enjoyed the peace and solitude of a walk in the countryside alone. It had given me time to reflect on all the wonderful times I had experienced with my very close friend, dating back to our school days. I am of course, referring to our fun and games experimenting with latex, rubber etc. Progressively this developed into all elements of the BDSM scene. Julie my friend discovered that she was very dominant. For me, I discovered the delights of being very submissive. We had both taken each other to new heights and explored each others interest with passion.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>7 AM Alarm</title><link>/stories/2007/10/23/7-am-alarm/</link><pubDate>Tue, 23 Oct 2007 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2007/10/23/7-am-alarm/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7am Alarm&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The alarm went off at 7am (as usual for a Tuesday) and my wife Julie began nudging me to get up. Tuesdays were always the worst: meetings throughout the day with so-called superiors discussing the latest problems with our programming of the previous week. Grudgingly I swung my feet out of bed and onto the carpet beside our bed.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“Make sure you shave today dear,” Julie snickered from the bed. I was too tired to give her a dirty look. She knew she didn’t have to get up until noon. Her nursing job dictated some odd working shifts and she took full advantage of rubbing it in when I had to get up several hours before she did. Accepting my fate I stood up, stretched, and made the journey to the shower.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Smart Duct Tape 6</title><link>/stories/2007/09/11/smart-duct-tape-6/</link><pubDate>Tue, 11 Sep 2007 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2007/09/11/smart-duct-tape-6/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chapter 6: The Introduction of The Bondage Bots&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Cindy Sue was taped up in a web made by the third machine, down in Lacey&amp;rsquo;s basement, while the rest of the group was Making plans.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Down in the basement at Lacey&amp;rsquo;s house: Beth asked Cindy Sue if she could join her in the web. Cindy Sue said it was fine with her, so Beth ran and jumped into the web near Cindy Sue and the web moved back and forth just like a real spider web. The third machine wrapped Beth up like Cindy Sue and then asked if they wanted their heads wrapped in tape or hooded? They both said they wanted to be able to talk the each other. Charles said they had to go now. The rest of the group went up stairs. Lacey got some of her sweat clothes for Mary Sue and Amy Sue to wear since they came wrapped only in duct tape. Charles had the two machines take out all of the units from Lacey&amp;rsquo;s van and put the second row seats back in the van. He then had them put 50 units back in the van to take to the adult store. Now that everyone that was going to the store had clothes on, they all got into the front and the two machines got into the back of the van and they left.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Smart Duct Tape 6</title><link>/stories/2007/09/11/smart-duct-tape-6/</link><pubDate>Tue, 11 Sep 2007 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2007/09/11/smart-duct-tape-6/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;(story continues from &lt;a href="smartducttape5.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Smart Duct Tape 5&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chapter 6: The Introduction of The Bondage Bots&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Cindy Sue was taped up in a web made by the third machine, down in Lacey&amp;rsquo;s basement, while the rest of the group was making plans.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Down in the basement at Lacey&amp;rsquo;s house: Beth asked Cindy Sue if she could join her in the web. Cindy Sue said it was fine with her, so Beth ran and jumped into the web near Cindy Sue and the web moved back and forth just like a real spider web. The third machine wrapped Beth up like Cindy Sue and then asked if they wanted their heads wrapped in tape or hooded? They both said they wanted to be able to talk the each other. Charles said they had to go now. The rest of the group went up stairs. Lacey got some of her sweat clothes for Mary Sue and Amy Sue to wear since they came wrapped only in duct tape. Charles had the two machines take out all of the units from Lacey&amp;rsquo;s van and put the second row seats back in the van. He then had them put 50 units back in the van to take to the adult store. Now that everyone that was going to the store had clothes on, they all got into the front and the two machines got into the back of the van and they left.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Esbyadrian</title><link>/stories/2007/08/18/esbyadrian/</link><pubDate>Sat, 18 Aug 2007 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2007/08/18/esbyadrian/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Author&amp;rsquo;s Note
This is a sequal to &amp;ldquo;&lt;a href="../storiessz/screwy.html"&gt;Screwy&lt;/a&gt;&amp;rdquo;.
To my knowledge all devices mentioned are fictional. If anyone wishes to try and contstruct them they are welcome to do so but the names are my copyright and I reserve the right to claim Intellectual rights on them.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Sounds like some sort of Sci-fi character or story,&amp;rdquo; Michelle complained. &amp;ldquo;don&amp;rsquo;t you want something more obvious like Fucking Machines?&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;I kinda like it. It&amp;rsquo;s got class, besides, as you well know they are not all just fucking machines, and anyway there is already a web site and company with that name.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Electrochair</title><link>/stories/2007/07/01/electrochair/</link><pubDate>Sun, 01 Jul 2007 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2007/07/01/electrochair/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;I&amp;rsquo;ve been using a small plain bentwood chair similar to a lion tamer&amp;rsquo;s for my sb chair ties for several years with much success and satisfaction. It is light with many places to attach ropes, and pretty comfortable. With this in mind, I began laying out my equipment for another session to be combined with my electrical stimulation unit. My plan was to attach the electrodes to a butt plug that would come and go randomly when the unit was turned on. I&amp;rsquo;ve had this sort of stim in the past, but not while completely helpless and unable to stop it for the duration.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Stern Manor</title><link>/stories/2007/06/14/stern-manor/</link><pubDate>Thu, 14 Jun 2007 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2007/06/14/stern-manor/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="number-four--five"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Number Four &amp;amp; Five&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The four dominas chose to take a break and returned to Mistress Stern’s study, peeled off their masks, dried off and relaxed. A day well done, so far. Sipping a juice, Mistress Stern asked Miko about guests four and five.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“Well, they are proving that they have a lot more fight than the others, that’s for sure. They are becoming more compliant though, slowly. I think that, as they are identical twins, they seem to want to stick up for each other more. This seems to make them fight harder. I think your surgical procedure on their vocal chords was a great idea.” She smiled evilly.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Rubber Fantasies</title><link>/stories/2007/04/04/rubber-fantasies/</link><pubDate>Wed, 04 Apr 2007 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2007/04/04/rubber-fantasies/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wet Country&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;For two weeks each spring I rent a cottage.  It is not an area where you would ordinarily vacation, for there is hardly ever any sunshine.  In fact it rains almost constantly there during that time of the year.  Which is just fine with me.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The cottage is quite remote, in a wooded area.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I pack every rubber garment I own into my van and drive there on Monday morning.  I get to the cottage about noon and spend a good hour moving in.  Every closet in the place gets filled with rubber and what is left over I hang on the walls or drape over furniture.  By about 2 p.m. I am ready.  I dress in two rubber suits, rubber boots, rubber gloves and a latex hood with an inflatable gag and a gas mask.  Then I put on a heavy rubber trench coat with a wide belt.  Two padlocks make it impossible for me to get out of the rubber, one for the belt and one for the neck-strap of the coat.  Then I go for a long walk in the rain.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Dangerous Leigh 5</title><link>/stories/2007/03/12/dangerous-leigh-5/</link><pubDate>Mon, 12 Mar 2007 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2007/03/12/dangerous-leigh-5/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;This story is presented as fantasy only, use of electric current in the chest area is not advised.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dangerous Leigh Chapter 11&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Justine wanted true peril…well here it was. Her arms ached from pulling, but it was nothing compared to the pain of not pulling. Friday brought another opportunity to indulge in her favorite pastime, self bondage. Again, she assumed the persona of Dangerous Leigh, crime fighter and frequent endangered damsel. All of her sessions radiated from the erotic danger inherent in a heroine’s line of work. Everything from simulated bombs to machine rape was a part of her game. However, tonight… tonight it got rougher. The peril got real.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Claudia’s New Toy</title><link>/stories/2006/12/22/claudias-new-toy/</link><pubDate>Fri, 22 Dec 2006 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2006/12/22/claudias-new-toy/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;This is a report on my new toy.  I ordered a remote control electro-stimulation devise from a big adult toy company online.  It has a little remote control device that is a little smaller than a cell phone and then a receiver box that you can put in a pocket or pouch.  Then there are the stimulation devices themselves.  I bought two, one for my ass and one for my pussy.  So, you insert the stimulation devices and then plug them into the receiver.  Then you start pushing buttons on the remote and all kinds of great things happen.  I found you can adjust the intensity of the pain or shock too.  The levels go from 0 to 100.  I adjusted it up to 32 which was a very significant jolt.  I can’t imagine what 100 would be like.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Sex Mummy</title><link>/stories/2006/10/11/the-sex-mummy/</link><pubDate>Wed, 11 Oct 2006 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2006/10/11/the-sex-mummy/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;The
three girls slowly approached the mummy.  It
was lying on its back on a table with its ankles locked in metal stocks.  It was completely wrapped in white bandages except for a dark object
sticking straight up.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Wow,
is that a real penis?&amp;rdquo; the blonde asked.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Try
it and see,&amp;rdquo; replied Candy.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The
blonde grasped the latex-covered penis, and the mummy moaned in response.  She rubbed her hand up and down and the mummy arched it&amp;rsquo;s back and
raised it&amp;rsquo;s pelvis.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>HIM</title><link>/stories/2006/10/10/him/</link><pubDate>Tue, 10 Oct 2006 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2006/10/10/him/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Courtney looked at her prepared,
5’6” form in the mirror for several long moments as she thought about the
adventure that was to come. She couldn’t believe how spectacular her young,
healthy frame looked after all the trouble she’d gone through the past year to
make herself perfect for HIM. Now, she stood in the master bedroom of her rich
home and took in the image of the woman she had become.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>HIM</title><link>/stories/2006/10/10/him/</link><pubDate>Tue, 10 Oct 2006 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2006/10/10/him/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Courtney looked at her prepared,
5’6” form in the mirror for several long moments as she thought about the
adventure that was to come. She couldn’t believe how spectacular her young,
healthy frame looked after all the trouble she’d gone through the past year to
make herself perfect for HIM. Now, she stood in the master bedroom of her rich
home and took in the image of the woman she had become.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Taken In</title><link>/stories/2006/07/02/taken-in/</link><pubDate>Sun, 02 Jul 2006 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2006/07/02/taken-in/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;The e-mail came just two days
after my first story (&lt;a href="https://mummified.net/storieslr/mummies_dream.html"&gt;The Mummy’s
Dream&lt;/a&gt;) appeared on Gromet’s Plaza.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Gromet had warned me in his e-mail about the dangers of
allowing my e-mail to be use with the story. Any body could get hold of it and
there are some strange people out there in cyberspace.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The e-mail didn’t seem strange. It was from a lady called
Mary. The e-mail simply said she lived nearby and had similar interest in
plastic and mummification. If I liked we could correspond by e-mail.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Safety Maid</title><link>/stories/2006/06/20/safety-maid/</link><pubDate>Tue, 20 Jun 2006 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2006/06/20/safety-maid/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Why the hell wasn’t the maid coming down? I had placed her money on top of
the note I had written; she could not possibly have missed it. I heard her
walking about. She had finished using the vacuum cleaner, but still was not
coming down. My note said to come down immediately. But perhaps, I thought
hopefully, she only picked up her money at the end when she had finished
cleaning. She would read it then. That must be it.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Taken In</title><link>/stories/2006/06/04/taken-in/</link><pubDate>Sun, 04 Jun 2006 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2006/06/04/taken-in/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;The e-mail came just two days
after my first story (&lt;a href="../storieslr/mummies_dream.html"&gt;The Mummy’s
Dream&lt;/a&gt;) appeared on Gromet’s Plaza.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Gromet had warned me in his e-mail about the dangers of
allowing my e-mail to be use with the story. Any body could get hold of it and
there are some strange people out there in cyberspace.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The e-mail didn’t seem strange. It was from a lady called
Mary. The e-mail simply said she lived nearby and had similar interest in
plastic and mummification. If I liked we could correspond by e-mail.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Mummy Lives</title><link>/stories/2006/05/02/mummy-lives/</link><pubDate>Tue, 02 May 2006 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2006/05/02/mummy-lives/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;2006 Shadowplay Imaging Mummification Story Contest Entrant&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Nancy Leigh shuffled her sneakers on the sidewalk as she
moved slowly down the street, ignoring the obvious looks from the male
students hurrying to a late class. (She
also ignored the jealous glares of the other coeds.)
The old
Mansfield
Mansion
was ahead on the left. She passed it two or three times a day, but she never
paid it more than a glance. She
never had to. The place was only a
big old spooky house.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Box</title><link>/stories/2006/02/09/the-box/</link><pubDate>Thu, 09 Feb 2006 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2006/02/09/the-box/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Linda and I had been together for almost a year now and it was going to be
our first Thanksgiving together. We were initially drawn to each other for love,
but since then our kinky sides have drawn us even closer, not taking the step to
marriage yet, but it could happen at any time.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Two weekends ago, Linda gave me a rough drawing of a box she wanted me to
construct. It actually looked sort of like a coffin. It was 24” wide, 18”
high and 78” long. It had a lid that was on 4 hinges that locked closed with 3
separate hasps. It sat up on a 2x4 base and had several air holes drilled into
the bottom of it. On the inside it had been reinforced with 2x2 lumber at all
the seams, allowing me to easily and securely attach eye bolts all around the
edges, top and bottom. I even built in a little pillow but being of wood, it
wasn’t necessarily comfortable; it simply supported my neck a little better.
Notches were made in the upper reinforcements allowing for several crossbars at
different strategic locations to be put across the width of the box. This would
allow Linda to dangle things from them or tie things up to them. I could only
imagine what she had planned, but one crossed over my face, one over where my
chest would be and another spanned across my crotch.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Electro-stim Hogtie</title><link>/stories/2005/08/20/electro-stim-hogtie/</link><pubDate>Sat, 20 Aug 2005 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2005/08/20/electro-stim-hogtie/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Because I have no bondage partner, I am a big
fan of self-bondage, and over the years have become very proficient at
it. As all of you know, self-bondage is satisfying for a limited time,
then it involves just waiting for your release mechanism to work. Well,
I thought maybe I could add a new twist with my electro stimulation unit.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;First, I took a warm bath and shaved all over,
just to set the mood. Then I set up the knife suspended by an ice cube
out of my reach while tied. Next, I set up the electrical probes in 
both holes then stuck a contact on my pubic bone and just above my anus.
The electricity should alternately stimulate, shock, jolt, or whatever,
both my cavities. I connected one side of the circuit to the pussy probe
and pubic patch and the other side to the anus and anus patch. When hooked
up to the control box, it should provide some serious stimulation especially
since I would have no way to alleviate the condition till I could get to
the knife and cut my hands loose. Now, I put on my corset that sucked my 
waist in to about 22 inches and restricted my breathing some. A short latex
cat suit with nipple holes completed the outfit. I strapped on my knee
high 5 inch heeled boots and nearly had an orgasm as I looked at myself in
the mirror. My Devonshire half-hood silenced me for the duration.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Electro Experimentation</title><link>/stories/2005/04/24/electro-experimentation/</link><pubDate>Sun, 24 Apr 2005 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2005/04/24/electro-experimentation/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Electro Experimentation by voltsjolts
WARNING, do not repeat any of the acts I describe
here. They were stupid and dangerous and could have resulted in serious
injury or death.  This is a true personal account of how I got involved
with bdsm and electric play as an ignorant person blind to the deadliness
of my homemade toys.  It was extremely stupid and dangerous and I
could have killed myself multiple times.  I am not posting this as
any form of encouragement to others and I would discourage everyone from
starting down this path especially at an early age.
 
I am a grown adult now but got into bdsm, electric
play, and self bondage on my own early in life with absolutely no influence
from anyone else.  Until posting this story to the net it has been
a complete and dark secret of mine.  It is a bad idea to say what
exact age I started but let&amp;rsquo;s just say it was the very beginning of puberty.
 
I was playing with an instructional electronics
kit and made a mistake involving a relay and an audio transformer and produced
a square-wave ac signal. I touched the transformer output by mistake and
felt a shock.  The feeling immediately captured my interest so I explored
further by touching two wires to various parts of my body.  Fortunately,
I knew enough safety to not do anything stupid like connect a circuit across
the heart. After playing with feet, legs and butt cheeks i tried sticking
one wire up my ass and touching the other one just on the outside. 
With the contact area of single bare wires being so small the sensation
was instant pinpoint burning pain.  I didn&amp;rsquo;t like that right away
but I knew there had to be something worth further investigation.
 
The first step in my exploration was to go from
a mistake to a serious electro shock circuit.  I used a simple relay
interrupter hooked up to pulse into a transformer. The frequency was too
high at first and produced a tickle buzzy kind of feeling.  I added
a capacitor across the relay to slow it down.  After playing with
different values I got the frequency down to about 50hz which caused the
most powerful muscle contractions.  The overall sensation wasn&amp;rsquo;t strong
enough so I found ways to produce more output. More batteries helped and
the audio transformer was very small so I pulled a larger one out of a
broken radio.
That made it all too strong so I added a variable
resistor adjust the output intensity.
 
Next, it was time to build and test various electrodes
to see what they felt like.  Larger surface area contacts produced
less burning and more of a deeper shock than small contacts.  Also,
if one electrode was large and the other was small then all of the sensation
of shock would come from the smaller side. It was fun to place a large
foil contact on each butt cheek and cause powerful contractions. 
From internal anal experimentation, I found that the greatest sensitivity
and muscle response was only 1/2 to 1 inch inside.  I placed an electrode
deep inside thinking it would be better and more sensitive but it didn&amp;rsquo;t
do much even with full power.  With low power there was no feeling
at all and on higher settings it just produced a weird sick nauseous ache
inside that made me want to throw up.  It wasn&amp;rsquo;t very fun and I was
worried I would damage some internal organ and abandoned the deep stuff. 
Back to the outer regions of the anus I discovered that two circular electrodes
around the probe produced pain but not much in the way of contractions. 
Side-by-side contacts running front to back caused a powerful response. 
Using the large transformer and touching the battery to it manually for
just one shock pulse caused a contraction hard enough to jerk my whole
lower body around.
 
It is hard to remember or describe exactly what
I first liked about doing this. The sensations were just so addictive. 
It was unexplainable but I just liked this specific kind of pain from electricity
and liked it best in my anus and nowhere else.  I wanted more of it
and I could not be stopped.  I kept getting used to the  shock
level and wanting a more and more powerful sensation.  I started adding
more batteries and an even bigger transformer.  The circuit was finally
capable of an output level so high I could not work up the raw nerve to
turn the resistor all the way down.
 
Again I got used to this and after a while I
got bored with all of the things I could do to myself willingly. I wanted
to feel out of control and push my limits of pain so I hooked an off switch
up to a wind-up mechanical timer to produce a timed shock.  I would
try to just lay still and take it until the timer ran out but any level
of shock I could start with would become too small after a while so I had
to keep reaching over and turning up the shock to get more effect. 
That was fixed by hooking up a second timer to the variable resistor so
the intensity would start out very small and automatically build up to
maximum. It was exciting because the resistor didn&amp;rsquo;t always move smoothly
and sometimes there would be big sudden jumps in shock level.  After
I no longer needed my hands to adjust the device I started to tie myself
up somewhat to pretend I was stuck in place.  At first I would always
test it out first briefly at maximum with the electrode in my ass and make
sure I could really tolerate it full strength before I started it up.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Entertainment Center</title><link>/stories/2004/08/01/the-entertainment-center/</link><pubDate>Sun, 01 Aug 2004 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2004/08/01/the-entertainment-center/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;It was the dog days of August, but I was already beginning to get excited. 
Soon the leaves would begin changing color and football season would be
here!&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I enjoy being outside in the summer, and don’t much care for baseball,
the NBA Playoffs, NASCAR, tennis or golf, but I love to watch Pro Football! 
There is nothing better than spending Sunday with the NFL.  Not to
mention Monday Night Football, and the occasional Thursday or Friday night
game on ESPN!&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Rubber Bondage Prisoner 3</title><link>/stories/2004/01/01/rubber-bondage-prisoner-3/</link><pubDate>Thu, 01 Jan 2004 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2004/01/01/rubber-bondage-prisoner-3/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A visit by a very unfortunate rubber bondage prisoner to the Rubber
Bondage Centre at Fantasy Acre.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chapter 7.&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;The prisoners Punishment is over, or is it.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;But cope I would have to because I was sure there would be no possibility
of being released until Mistress decided I had suffered enough, and so
far nothing she had done to me had been relaxed in any way. I felt I should
be grateful that my breathing was not restricted and she had fitted a drain
to me, but that was a minor relaxation in the overall severity of this
punishment Rubber Bondage. I had made the journey here to indulge my fetish
in Rubber Bondage but never did I imagine it would be as severe as this.
I should have realised when she saw the PVC suit I was wearing that everything
was done very seriously here, but I was totally unprepared for what had
happened so far and I could only vaguely imagine what the rest of my time
here was going to be like.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Electronic Stocks &amp; Bonds</title><link>/stories/2003/02/16/electronic-stocks-bonds/</link><pubDate>Sun, 16 Feb 2003 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2003/02/16/electronic-stocks-bonds/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Several stories posted on this site (“Computer Bondage”
, “Remote Controlled”, and “Zipped and Shocked”) brought to mind a self-bondage
computer program I created a while back.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I wanted something controlled by an external entity.
I wanted uncertainty about how long I would be restrained (and no way to
intervene once locked up). As a practical matter, I needed to be able to
set outer time limits. I wanted “torture” while locked up—also unpredictable
and uncontrollable.
What I Came Up With&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Halloween Bondage</title><link>/stories/2001/12/08/halloween-bondage/</link><pubDate>Sat, 08 Dec 2001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2001/12/08/halloween-bondage/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Every Halloween, after all the little ones have gone to bed the kinkier
adults in our neighborhood have a very adult Halloween party. My wife,
Techie, and I have always preferred the master/mistress slave theme. We
toss a coin to decide who is the slave. Last year I placed Techie on display
dressed only in stocks and chains. To heighten her experience remote control
anal, vaginal and clitoral vibrators were installed. At the party the controls
were clearly labelled and super glued to the stocks that restrained her
wrists and head.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Adventure begins..</title><link>/stories/2001/10/08/the-adventure-begins../</link><pubDate>Mon, 08 Oct 2001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2001/10/08/the-adventure-begins../</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;My name is Kim and I am in my early twenties about 5’7” tall with an
athletic body and long straight black hair. I have been thinking about
self-bondage for a while now. Well really ever since I was a little girl
and my brothers tied me up to play “Cowboys and Indians.” I have been reading
a lot of stories on the net and they really make my panties hot and sticky
with my juices. I do like to wear confining clothes when I go out in public
because it shows my body off and I really like the way people stare at
me. So this being said is it any wonder that all of the bondage stories
get my juices flowing.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Behind Closed Doors 9 - Party Pistons</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/behind-closed-doors-9-party-pistons/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/behind-closed-doors-9-party-pistons/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;(story continues from &lt;a href="behind_closed_doors8.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Behind Closed Doors 8 - Homeward Bound&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chapter 9 - Party Pistons&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Jane and Karen were getting ready for their annual year-end party.  This was for their straight friends who had no idea, as far as they knew, what went on behind the closed doors of their home.  That included the intimate relationship they shared as well as the live toy for their fetish games – Natasha.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;This being the case the girl had to be well hidden because with fifteen to twenty people invited you could never tell where some one might wander in the house, particularly because, since all the guests were using a taxi or limousine, the open bar would be a favorite spot.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Behind Closed Doors Chapter Chapter 3 - Halloween Witch</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/behind-closed-doors-chapter-chapter-3-halloween-witch/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/behind-closed-doors-chapter-chapter-3-halloween-witch/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;(story continues from &lt;a href="behind_closed_doors2.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Behind Closed Doors Chapter 2 - The Ottoman&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chapter 3 - Halloween Witch&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Cackle, cackle, cackle!  Have an apple my sweetie!  The voice seemed to come from the face of the hag like Disney witch riding her broomstick across Jane and Karen’s covered porch.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;It was Halloween and they had decorated their front garden and entrance to welcome the neighborhood youngsters as they came yelling “Trick or Treat” and helped themselves to an apple from the barrel near the witch.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Ella's Vacation - Chapter 2</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/ellas-vacation-chapter-2/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/ellas-vacation-chapter-2/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="ella.html"&gt;continued from part one&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chapter Two
Part Three - Ella meets the Mistress&amp;rsquo;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;As Sabrina hung upside down she could think of nothing but her need
to come. The intense feelings of helplessness and enclosure where almost
too much when coupled with this incredible torture. She had signed up for
a one month vacation, the experience of a life time she thought. When she
got here she knew she wanted it to be as intense as possible, so she tried
to escape. When he had caught her he hadn&amp;rsquo;t been rough, she was simply
pinned down and put in a straight jacket and brought back inside to begin
her punishment.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Human Pet</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/human-pet/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/human-pet/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part 1: The Decision&lt;/strong&gt;
(Any coincidence is fictional but is does make one wonder)&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Devon and Cindy Cash had just finished watching the DVD movie of “The
Cell.” As Devon turned the player off Cindy exclaimed. “I want a pet.”
Figuring two dogs and gold fish where quite enough. Devon replied.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“Are you sure Cin?” while taking a drink of his aged whiskey.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“I want a Human Pet!”&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Devon reaction caused him to drop the remote and choke on some very
fine alcohol. Cindy seemed amused by his reaction. Devon though that his
was some sort of joke.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Human Pet 2</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/human-pet-2/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/human-pet-2/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;(story continues from &lt;a href="human_pet.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Human Pet&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)_&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chapter Two&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part 1: Training the Pony&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;A few weeks had passed. The playroom and storeroom were done. Cindy
kept getting these mysterious packages. However it was now time to start
turning their attention to the finding of their Pet. Devon&amp;rsquo;s idea of a scandal
of some sort would be adequate cover. The best bet was to concentrate their
effort in Washington DC. It was a good days drive from there home so that
eliminated their being local. There was always some dirty little scandal
going on. Plus it had a very high unsolved missing person rate. An added
bonus.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Mummy Burglar Alarm</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/mummy-burglar-alarm/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/mummy-burglar-alarm/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;His name was Vandervecken, and he was a stickler for security and for
many reasons. Some were obvious, some were not.  He had spent the
afternoon as he had spent every Friday afternoon for the last three months
getting really stoned and having sex with his secretary, Kathleen. Kathy
was a temp, and he didn&amp;rsquo;t trust her at all. He was in his fifties, and
she was just in her twenties. She came onto him right away when the temp
agency sent her over. She wore super high shoes and super short skirts
and made sure he got a glimpse of her garter belt on occasion, and finally
she just asked him for sex.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>On Display</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/on-display/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/on-display/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;The morning sun warmed Lynette&amp;rsquo;s bare back as she awoke. She was greeted
by Bill her husband, lover and master of 15 years. &amp;ldquo;Well I just dropped
the kids of at your mothers. Ready for the great experiment?&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;She jumped to her feet and hugged him,&amp;quot; Of course I&amp;rsquo;ve dreamt about
being your display slave for a long time. How do I look, I&amp;rsquo;ve been working
out?&amp;quot; She raised her arms and turned.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Last of Tony</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/the-last-of-tony/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/the-last-of-tony/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part One&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Kate Amos sat in the dark of the strange house, for the tenth time checking that the bag of materials at her side was still complete. Her watch said it was 2:18 AM and she knew that her prey would be home at any moment. She had never felt more afraid, yet more vibrant in her entire life. The thrill of what she was planning, of her ultimate fantasy being so close, was almost overwhelming. Finally she saw the lights of big pickup truck pulling into the driveway.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Tightly Bound Bride</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/tightly-bound-bride/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/tightly-bound-bride/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;(story continues from &lt;a href="tightly_bound_bride13.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tightly Bound Bride&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chapter Fourteen&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Maria,
like a good servant, was very, very diligent in following her orders. 
There was not a single nook or cranny anywhere in Mary’s body that was
not thoroughly inspected and cleansed.  Mary gasped as special attention
was paid to the pink opening winking from the crack between her ass cheeks,
and her denuded pussy.  Maria scrubbed these two openings over and
over again.  One cannot be too sure!&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>What?!</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/what/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/what/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Simple things can trigger happy memories, for me it’s the sound of a key in a lock, until now. The sound and feel of my key entering the lock I need to release in order to gain my freedom being the sound and feel of triumph and victory. However, I was the one sliding the key into the locks tumblers during my bondage forays, not someone else. This time, I was nowhere near my next key-based target. But, I was next to a lock which required a key. A lock someone else was operating.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>