When Lisa pulled the lid down, she was sure nothing could go wrong, “I have thought of everything,” she mumbled around the gag. Lisa had found an old metal freezer in a yard sale, looking at it she believed she could set it up as a “bondage box.” Lisa had already formulated a plan on how to use it and make it secure before she offered half of what the person was asking for. When it was sold, it had cost her twenty dollars and they said they would deliver it. ...
Chapter 1: Temptation Pre-Dawn August 1944 Dehlia looked back over her shoulder. Out on the moors, the unhooded lights of the approaching car were over a mile away. It wasn’t even dawn yet. It was blatantly illegal to show lights like that. Idiots. She stopped the bicycle. A solitary lost plane would be enough, just one bomb. Didn’t they realise? She shivered, sweat cold on her skin. Could she hear the distant drone of engines, the approaching whistles of death? ...
(story continues from Ebony 2: Beauty & the Bitch) CHAPTER 3 – MEMORY MAYHEM Over the next two weeks Ebony and I had daily sessions to help her memorize the names of all those her selfish pursuit to reach her career goal had hurt. Besides humiliating her by making her learn how to deep throat a dildo and control her gag reflex there was a much more effective method. For at least a couple of hours each day I suspended her stark naked in a spread eagle and carefully attached twenty six small metal alligator clips to her body. The ear lobes, nipples, the soft skin inside her elbows and at the back of her knees each received one. Several went around the vagina, one on the clit and the last ones at her anus. All of the clips were wired to a control box and all of them were numbered. The numbers also appeared on the monitor beside the list of names. ...
I have been into bondage for as long as I can remember. My earliest experiments with self-bondage where in my early teens. My ex-wife indulged me in my bondage fantasies (this is the only thing that I miss about the relationship), however, I am now in a vanilla relationship which means that self-bondage is the only release for my fetish and this is on very rare occasions. After separating from my wife I had a few years on my own and soon settled into the bachelor life and began to take full advantage of the endless opportunities to indulge in self-bondage. I had a home made full body harness left over from my earlier experiences and wanted to find a way to use this in self-bondage scenes. The harness consisted of a long 2" wide leather strap, which could be attached to the top and bottom of the bed and pulled tight across the mattress. This strap was really a series of shorter straps connected together with steel rings, where more belts of various lengths where attached at 90 degrees to the main belt. I would lie down on the strap and the series of 2" wide belts would be fastened around me. ...
Sara’s father had raised her alone since her mother died when Sara was very young. He put many years into his junkyard and wrecker business to pay for her tuition. Mostly, he wanted her to try for a “real” degree rather than art. Though, when he looked at some of her sculptures, you could really see that he was proud of how talented she had become. Sara’s dark black skin and curly brown hair made every man stare when she worked up a sweat. A young 34C-28-32 frame dressed only in a jumpsuit will get anyone’s attention when she is straddling a big block Chevy. Those young 20 year old curves dripping with sweat and grease from stripping the engine. Her dedication to her father and his business afforded Sara few chances for a relationship. She didn’t mind, she had other ways of letting her hair down. ...