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Bound in a Suitcase

Sun, 16 Feb 2020 00:00:00 +0000

Continues from part two

Part Three: The Barn

After the events of last week were the two of them had left me naked, bound and gagged inside a trunk and then stored away in a public storage facility, they had been forced to leave me there overnight as they had missed the closing time of the facility unintentionally, but to me, it was what they had planned for me all along, and I had enjoyed my night secured inside the trunk, and even more when they finally retrieved yours truly the next day from the locker. Once they safely got the trunk back home, they opened to find me still tightly trussed up, and with my arousal in spite of everything still high, I insisted that they take me for their pleasure and keeping me their bound plaything, using me however they wanted, my special reward for them both leaving me as a trussed-up package overnight. It was only after they had sated their and my own desires, that they told me the whole story of what had occurred.

The Hidden Room

Mon, 05 Mar 2018 00:00:00 +0000

It feels like it’s been several days I’ve been here.

Something inside me, while it fade out, tells me that only the first night has pass. Only just a few hours of agony and desperation, fearing that every time I was quivering, was the last. And I´m not even suffered the half of the time I must live this nightmare…

It was already night, on Wednesday after a disgusting meeting with some accountants that tried to bribe me to make disappear some very important documents that can prevent the fusion of two big companies. One of them is the one that employs me.

The Grave Decision

Sat, 28 Jan 2017 00:00:00 +0000

WARNING Do NOT try this at home, the story is presented here as a fantasy only, to attempt this in real life may result in injury or death.

Chapter 1: The Grave Request

The topic came up in conversation, late one night after we had finished watching an old horror movie, the subject of being buried alive. Brandi told me that if I didn’t laugh at her, she would tell me her secret fantasy. I agreed not to laugh or make fun of her, so she told me her darkest desire. After she told me what she had dreamed of for so long. I finally said “So you really want to be buried alive, forever”?

The Grave Decision

Sun, 03 Jul 2016 00:00:00 +0000

Chapter 1: The Grave Request

Lonely Girl Mummified

Sun, 13 Nov 2011 00:00:00 +0000

http://strangehobbies.deviantart.com/

Part 1

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’d fallen asleep before the end. The trouble was, I had absolutely no memory of what might have happened afterwards.

The Misadventures of Sally West: East Meets West

Fri, 20 Aug 2010 00:00:00 +0000

You can read about Sally’s other Misadventure in Sally West & the Fallen Accountant

The Misadventures Of Sally West 2: East Meets West – A Sally West Misadventure

PC Sally West walked briskly out of her regular de-briefing with Superintendant Carver (minus her briefs, of course), absent-mindedly sat down on a cushionless chair and got up very quickly. She no longer regarded the Superintendent’s personal attentions as unusual, but as a part of the job. She even felt more than a little contempt for PC Yasmin Khan, who often came out of her regular sessions with her superior officer crying floods of tears. A police officer needed to show strength of character and resilience.

Alexa T. and the MaxVac Bed

Tue, 28 Jul 2009 00:00:00 +0000

This story was an entry for the Kink Engineering Vacbed Story Contest 2009

She called herself “Alexa T.” When she started modeling, the almost-anagram for Latex was just a spur of the moment invention, which she intended to replace with something better later on. But her first few sessions with Patrick came out so well, she was an instant hit, and so she was stuck with it.

Still, there are worse fates in life than to be an internationally famous fetish model. The clothes, the travel, the parties, it was a dizzying whirlwind. Everyone wanted her, from the top designers to the best photographers, and she was determined to enjoy every minute of it while it lasted.

Jenny's Delight

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

Jenny had tied herself on Mikes porch to await his return and wasn’t disappointed by the results, an afternoon in bondage as his slave, but then to her delight she discovered something more…

(this part inspired by the comic serial “Katya” ) continued from part two

Part 3: Punished!

You may recall that I’d tied myself up on Mike’s porch to await his arrival at his cabin. Mike had then left me bound until later, when he took me to his bed and bound me spread-eagled and used me for his pleasure (and mine). Later on I’d found a latex catsuit that had belonged to his ex-wife, Mike had helped me put it on, the feelings that I got when wearing latex for the first time just made me want to reward Mike, which I did on my knees, if you know what I mean!

Bound for Trouble

Thu, 30 Oct 2003 00:00:00 +0000

It was Monday morning and my husband was preparing for a business trip away interstate, he’d be away for the week returning on Friday afternoon. We’d spent the weekend tying each other up and exploring each other’s body with our mouths and to our great delight we had enjoyed several orgasms each over the weekend, finding new and different ways of binding each other. Now Monday morning beckoned and as he prepared himself I busied myself in the kitchen with breakfast and after a hurried meal he left for the airport promising that we would have a very special time next weekend as it was the anniversary of our first bondage session over 3 years ago.

Betty's Travels

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

Chapter 1: Welcome to the Big City

The wipers beat double time to push the rain aside, Betty peered through the windshield trying to find her way. Not for the first time she regretted taking that turn off, but she had been sure that was the one that would get her to that gas station. The noise under the hood was getting worse and worse and she had less and less hope of finding a phone let alone someplace to get help with her car. When the engine finally gave out Betty was able to get it over to the curb. Looking out the windows all she could see through the rain were deserted streets and buildings that went into the clouds.

Bondage Story

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

I originally wrote this as a gift to a lady friend. She had shown me a piece that she’d found on the “net” concerning light bondage, forced sex and group sex and seemed very turned on by it. After reading what I wrote she did say to me that, “she only likes to read about it, not participate in it”. If you need further information from me please feel free to contact me. Thanks CharlieN.

Fast Lane Bondage 5

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

(story continues from Fast Lane Bondage 4)

Part Four

There were nights when Marilyn’s heart yearned to be free of ‘the thorn,’ longed to say “No!” to it, once and for all, to be done with its obsessive compulsions forever. But the castle, with its myriad passageways, labyrinths and appointments would not allow her the option, now that she’d become an unwitting prisoner to its ever-beckoning mysteries, a willing partner to the unique excitements found within its many-themed chambers. Her formidable influence over the wills of men was legend. A ten-year, top-ten career as a high fashion model had taught her much about that power, perhaps too much. Yet, she preferred to be powerless in her sovereignty, impotent to the easily available possibilities, free from the awesome responsibility of selecting her circumstance. It was a dangerous freedom to indulge, let alone master. But thanks to friends, and the safety with which they surrounded her, Marilyn could well afford to run risks when satiating the gnawing needs of her ten-year-old habit.

The Captive Part 3: Quelle Surprise

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

(story continues from The Captive 2: Captivated)

Part 3: Quelle Surprise

“Let’s go to France,” David had said. “It will make a change.”

Anne was unsure. She had hardly ever left her home town let alone the country. She just did not see the need. She had all she wanted where she was and since David had accepted her captive fantasies she had been seeing less, rather than more of the outside world. They had not repeated the full prisoner thing but she had spent many hours in the garage tied up and “tortured” in one way or another. She was happy with her life. Why change it?