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Chapter One – “Rise and Shine, Time to get Ready.” Anette entered her Lady’s bedroom carrying a large tray in her hands. The darkness smelled heavily of leather and sweat, the air sultry with the tawdry aroma. Aside from light spilling through the just opened door the room was black as pitch and the only sounds were muffled moans and the creak of leather restraints. “Time to get up Miss.” She smiled, setting the tray on the nearby vanity table. “Can’t have you loafing about all day. We have calls to make, a fitting and of course the gala is tonight.” Anette crossed the darkened room with the skill of long practice. She knew from habit exactly where everything was. The heavy velvet curtains drew back at the touch of a button, the warm daylight flooding the room. The healthy glow illuminated a scene of debauchery and twisted masochism. Jenka’s form lay stretched on her own bed, arms and legs encased in latex sheaths secured with tight leather cuffs. Gleaming, immaculately polished chrome chains secured the wrist, ankle and knee cuffs to heavy rings embedded in the steel frame of the bed. ...

(story continues from My Bondage 5: Under New Management) Chapter 6: Problems and Resolution A Very Bad Morning The next morning I gathered up both Janice and Pillar and walked back to the tool shed and compost bin. I took my chastity tube and placed it on the concrete apron and used the shovel to destroy it. I slammed the blade down on the tube repeatedly until the tube was flattened and bent. There was no way anything could ever be inserted into it again. Then I threw the tube onto the compost heap to rust away and hurled the U shaped lock piece along with the chain into the woods. It may have been childish but from my point of view it was also cathartic. ...

Entry from the S(A)X Leather Bondage Story competition 2005 Do you ever get the feeling that your life is a waste? That everything you do is nothing more then a time killer? That was my life. If one seeks to find personal enlightment and fulfillment, then having a desk job will most likely not get you there. Day in, day out, doing endless paperwork and forms. Taking coffee breaks. Eating doughnuts in the staff lounge. Five days a week, four weeks a month, twelve months a year. It just didn’t end. As one can imagine, I was desperate for something different. Something new, something exciting. So, one day while at my desk, I asked God for help. “God.” I thought. “Can you help me get out of this mess? I want something new, something fulfilling” ...