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THE CUPBOARD It had been a long time since you had last tied me up, ages since I was helpless and at your mercy I needed, no, craved the feeling of being unable to escape so I begged you to make me helpless. Of course several days later you did. Seven o’clock and you had finished work, I heard you climbing the stairs to our flat, and in you came with a mischievous look on your face, “I know you want to be helpless” you said “and tonight you’re going to be.” You saw the look of pleasure on my face and knew that what you had planned would wipe it straight off again. “Take off your clothes and do exactly as I tell you and you’ll get what you want” you told me. So I was soon naked waiting to see what you were going to do. ...

This is Adult fiction, and is intended to be so. DO NOT read if under the age of 18 or 21 depending on local laws, or if descriptions of sexual acts offend you. All characters and events are fictional, No reference is being made about anybody, no chipmunks were harmed in the making of this story. Feel free to archive this story, download it, or post it as part of a free archive, so long as the story, by-line, and disclaimer stay intact. For permission to post this as part of a profitable archive, please contact me at the above e-mail address. ...

Part 2 Things went on without any concerns or issues for the next 4 days, I serviced Janice everyday as I had the first day she put the belt on me, I slept cuffed every night and woke up in her arms every morning. Things truly felt that they were getting back to normal and that is what made her leaving so terribly hard, I was going to truly miss her while she was away. Even though it was to visit family, she would still be gone and it was going to have its challenges at times I am sure. ...

The following kinky situations have popped into my head. Some I have done. Some I will do. Some I hope will never happen. Oh the possiblities. Imagine- Getting home after dark. You have stripped naked in the parking lot at work and locked everything but your ignition keys in the trunk of your car. Now you padlock a chain around your waist and around the steering column. As you drive the dimly lit streets you masturbate to an orgasm. Your padlock key hangs from a string inside your garage. Just drive in, roll down the car window, grab the key and your free. Approaching the garage you push the remote control button of the garage door opener to discover it’s battery has gone dead! ...

8 Bed Bondage As a way of introduction I should explain that when first married my wife was game for a little B&B (bed and bondage) from time to time. But her heart wasn’t really in it, a situation I’m sure many readers can relate to. The B&D and D&S was just to please me. Sometimes when I knew what time she would be home I would be waiting for her, naked and bound on the bed except for my left hand where all was needed was to click the lock. When I heard the characteristic car sound and her entering the house, I would then pull the blindfold down and click the last lock closed. ...

8 8 The $12.00 folding stocks and a sister’s revenge. By the Techster. It is no secret that my wife of 30+ years and I are engineering types whose “closet hobbies” are bondage/ self- bondage games. Just as I love to see my wife nude in full bondage she enjoys tormenting me when I am inescapable bondage. Tonight I decided that I would be held in our workshop using both and upper spreader suspension bar for my wrists and a very wide, meaning 26 inches, spreader bar for my ankles. I wanted this set of spreader bars to fold in such a way that once installed I could stand on a short stool in order to put my wrists in the suspension cuffs on the upper spreader/suspension bar. The trick would be that when I stepped down the bar would unfold to it’s finished width. ...

8 8 The Stake-out Experiment by Prof. Challenger So, there I was, lying in the grass, hogtied, gagged, and staked to the ground. As I peered through the darkness, I saw a slender white shape approaching–a shape that I knew carried a large and very sharp knife–. Yikes! How had I gotten myself into this one? For, make no mistake, like all good self-bondagers, I was entirely responsible for what was happening to me. ...

8 8 Don’t try this at home - Part 1 by Wallace Oh shit shit shite shit! And shit again.I always have to be clever don’t I/ I have these bloody wonderful blopdy ideasd that are so blopdy clever…@ Until I actually7 try them out that is…< Oh bollocks bnollocks and double hollocks. What’s really pissing me off ast the moment is that I don’t even know wether what I’m writing is coming out or not . for all I know I could be tryp oops typing that’st better.I think. What was I saying oh yes I cann feel the keys and I thinlk my fingers are in the right place b7t for all I know I could bne typing complete gibbertish! ...

My mom is one of the greatest people in the world. After my dad left us she and I became very close. We would talk for hours about anything and everything. When I got a little older we had long talks about sex and sexuality. We lived on a farm but after my father left, Mom couldn’t manage it alone so she leased the land to other farmers and sold water rights to the ditches on our land. She also worked at a bank in town. We weren’t rich but we got by. ...

* A Fantasy Realized Chapter One Even while I was getting ready I knew this was crazy. I’d been swapping emails back and forth with a young college girl for several weeks, often as many as 10 or 12 every day. I’d seen her personal ad and just for laughs had responded. I knew that a 20 year old girl wasn’t going to be interested in an ‘old’ (40) geezer pervert but gave it a shot. ...

Karen twisted her neck, but still couldn’t see the knots that bound her wrists tightly behind the chair. Connie had done a thorough job and there was no hope for escape. Karen’s wrists were bound palm to palm, cinched, and anchored to the front rung of the chair she sat on. Her ankles were tied to the back legs of the chair and a rope around her waist held her tight against the chair back. No, she would be here until Connie decided otherwise. Karen sighed and wondered aloud “How did I get in this position? Tied to a chair in my best friend’s party room wearing only my bra and panties, with Connie in her bedroom watching TV.” She relaxed, what else was there to do, and thought about the events leading up to her current predicament. ...

A Lot of Bull I was staying with friends, in the guest wing of their house in the country, and since this was England there was a main trunk road not far away.I couldn’t sleep that night for the continuous distant noise of the traffic and my hand had strayed down between my legs in search of alternative entertainment.Suddenly I got an idea of the kind that instantly produces a rock-hard erection! ...

Hi! Below is a story that I think belongs on your SB website. Thrillski is an appropriate nick to use. ======== A Memorable Trip I’ve enjoyed Gromet’s site for awhile and have one of my own: http://scenes.mybdsm.com or www.mybdsm.com/scenes assuming things are working properly. In any event, I think that I should relay something that occurred to me recently. [email protected] is my email addy if you wish to send comments. Some background: I work in the field and only visit the office about twice a year. I communicate with the office through email and they snail me paperwork. On occasion, I am to give training sessions whenever the opportunity arises and those they schedule for me. I had not given a training session in over two (2) years and on this particular one, they scheduled me to go to Atlanta, GA and I am based in Miami, FL. ...

* A Road Less Traveled Part One A work of fiction by Robert Deane He knew that this day would be different, unlike any other that he had experienced. And one that he hoped he would not experience again, ever. How he got himself into this position was a long story, but it started with what, at the time, seemed like an innocent comment from her. Something she had thought about, and mentioned to him, almost in passing. But it stuck in his mind, and stayed there, until he decided that it was time. ...

All the toys are assembled as he described in the letter and the video camera is set up on its tripod. Even though he’s far from me right now, my husband and I can still play master/slave games. I want this video of myself to be really good for him so I’m wearing the black PVC outfit he bought for me last year, the crotchless one with the open breasts and the lacing down the sides that, when pulled tight as they are now, squeeze my tummy tiny, kind of like a corset. I’ve set the camera for a reasonably wide angle on the lens. This way he might not get any close ups once the games begin, but I’m not likely to move out of the picture, so he won’t miss any of the action. ...

Here’s my first story. Exciting to think I’ll be published! add my address at the end of the story ([email protected]) and my pen name should be carol-jane. The story is in the third person, but it’s really a tale about one of my summers:)_ Carol’s Summer It was a hot summer; Carol wore a halter-top style dress with thin strings that tied behind her neck. A large ribbon bow gathered what would have been a very loose dress at the waist. It had been very hot that week and on a whim that morning she decided to wear no underwear. She didn’t do this very often, but it wasn’t the first time either. No ladders today. The outfit covered well enough, but was also cool, just what the day called for. Carol was 16 and had large firm breasts, if she ran they would bounce a lot, but other than that the design of the dress held them very well. ...

* Closet Encounters By Nancy Slave I am in the process of adding a master bathroom onto my house. It is one of those giant rooms with a freestanding bathtub complete with a spray faucet. There are giant mirrors on the walls and over the double sinks which allow a full view of everything from everywhere in the room. I hired Jeff to do this work for me partly because of his talents and partly because he was the sexiest man I have seen in a long time. He was 6'3" tall with strong broad shoulders. His deep blue eyes and brown hair matched those of the men in my fantasies. I sat and watched him work on my bathroom for weeks. The days sped by with hours of lively conversations. ...

The Story of an Actual Bondage Experience It’s late at night and we are in bed talking about our latest sexual activities. It’s early in our relationship and we are still discovering each other’s preferences. We talk about how I like my nipples sucked. I tell him that I like pretty severe sucking, to the point of using teeth to pull and nibble on them, and that he is the first person who has ever been able to understand how good it feels to have them stimulated so strongly. He responds maybe that’s because most men believe that would hurt instead of please the woman, and I respond with, “Maybe that’s true, but sometimes pain can be a good thing.” He mulls that over, and I can’t actually believe I just put it that bluntly, but we both kind of ignore the significance of the statement and go on to other things. ...

* Corporate Manoeuvres I never should have accepted her invitation for drinks at her hotel room. She was nice though. A little TOO nice for being our competition. I was a sales rep for the Simply Fabulous Stocking company and she worked for our worst competitor, High Fashion Nylons. both companies were at the same convention vying for prime contracts from distributors and modeling agencies. But she talked a good game and made it all sound like two girls getting together to talk that I accepted. It was all hindsight now, under the circumstances. ...

Part One I have always been interested in the medieval times. They were good at restraint and punishment. I had always decided that I too would like to experience the medieval punishment and restraint. I envisioned myself stripped and shackled and led away to the dark castle dungeon locked away. So I created this dungeon scene, my most elaborate self-bondage I have done yet. The house that my girlfriend Adonica and I live in was built in the early 1940’s so the basement was perfect. It needed to be just right however! I wanted this to feel real and the set had to be prepared carefully! I started by carrying in buckets of dirt that I got from the apartment housing that was going up in the lots across the way from our house. Piles of dirt from the basements were easily accessible and I carried bucked after bucket of black dirt down the basement making a very nice and thick dirt floor in the smallest room of the tiny basement. The dungeon was taking shape. Next I covered the window with cardboard so it would be dark, I cut little slots in the cardboard before placing it over the window giving the impression of closely spaced bars. The small amount of light that shown in was perfect for day and at night would be almost completely black as I checked it during the night that week prior to my time of confinement. The outside street light was at just an angle from the house that only small slivers of light shown in, just enough for me to be able to glimpse myself in my bondage imprisonment in the late evening and early morning hours. ...

8 8 Don’t try this at home - Part 3 by Wallace OOHH. I fell asleep! I feel all quiet and peaceful like I’ve been dreaming of ponies and bunnies in a little sunlit field with… Ow my neck hurts! Must have slept with it on one side.. Oh and I think I might want a pee soon. Oh God my arse hurts! So much for ponies and bloody bunnies…. ...

I was kind of angry with Sheila, my girlfriend. She works at a computer place, doing god knows what, until 1 in the morning. I usually work late anyway, so when she gets home, we can usually stay up a little later eating each other out. However, last week she was staying out later than usual, coming in at three or four in the morning, and was too tired to care about sex. When I pressured her on it, she just said that she made a new friend, and that I’d really like her. “Donna, you should meet Alex. She’s really cool.” ...

8 8 Dream a Little Dream Nancy Slave I check in at the hotel and ask as an afterthought if the adjoining room is available. I was almost hoping that it wasn’t, but wanted to ask. The room was available, so I took it. I settled in gave and him a call. It was strange to hear the phone ring in the adjoining room and to hear him move to answer the phone. There were a thousand different scenarios running through my mind including all the ways in which this could go wrong. I convinced myself that if I was wrong then I am already far too exposed to truly back out. I reached up and knocked on the door. It seemed to take forever but he opened the door. We said hello and all I could think of to say was that I am so scared. He replied that he is nervous as well. I could see that he was uncomfortable. He added that he would do as he said he would which I something I have heard him say many times. It was strange to see him with his clothes on and to actually look into his eyes. ...

[ This is my first attempt at a story…please e-mail with feedback, positive and negative, if you see the need. Thanks and happy reading. Dark Dreamer ] Quiet, opaque darkness surrounded the room, if not the whole house. The young woman in the ornate four-poster bed resting against the center of the rear wall in said room slept rather peacefully, perhaps indulging in some sweet dream splintered off from some fantasy. She stirred about under the thick quilts and satin sheets that she had come to adore ever since she’d bought them at the shopping mall months back. They fit her so well… at least as far as anyone else would know. Soft, gentle, and somewhat pure. Certainly that’s what others thought of her, strangers and friends alike. She just had that…aura. ...

The butterflies in my stomach fluttered restlessly in a fit of nervous anticipation as I finished my lunchtime coffee. Outside the grass needed cutting, but it went ignored in favour of more exciting pastimes. I had at last decided on my ensemble for an afternoon of illicit enjoyment, something of a contrast to the scruffy jeans and sweatshirt I was lounging around in at the time. The coffee mug was hastily pushed aside, and the garden ignored, as I headed for the stairs. ...

* Lynn and I had never met until that evening. We had exchange E-Mail over the Internet, and then talked on the phone later into the evening, but we had never seen each other. While she was aware of my taste for bondage, and I was aware of her curiosity we had made no commitments or decisions. We met near a soaring statue before the train station at 5:30 PM, surrounded by the hurrying hordes of commuters who were intent on catching the scheduled trains back to the suburbs. I spotted her immediately. She demure blue raincoat, her black stockings, and her two inch heels seemed more appropriate to nun, than to a married woman about to meet her potential lover for the first time. I watched her as she scanned the crowds, her blonde hair ruffled by the wind, and her purse held defensively before her. Then she looked my way and I smiled, as I walked directly up to her and introduced myself. ...

* * Fraternity Tradition by Studbound I must admit, I enjoyed my four years at the university. Much of that had to do with the fraternity where I lived. I arrived there shortly after I started as a freshman, went through pledge week (and all the torture that involved), and then settled in finally graduating and sad to leave. Most universities, and especially fraternal organizations, have many traditions. Ours certainly did. Pledge week, for example, involved having the new members do things like eat various odd things, run naked across campus one night, go on obscure hunts for odd objects like women’s underwear, and so on. We each spent one night naked, tied and gagged in our beds. It was fun, and in turn when we moved on, we did the same to the new pledges the next year. Of course, we completely ignored the university’s code that outlawed hazing. It was all in good fun, and there was some care taken to see that nobody got hurt - not too badly anyway. ...

* Fun Weekend I had a fun weekend this weekend. My wife was away for the day, so I decided on a bit of self bondage to pass the time. Lately I have been tending to play with hogties all the time, so something different was in order, and Matt’s recent post was on my mind. So, after dressing in lots of latex (Studded vibrating butt plug set to random start, Hot Pants, Padded Bra with nipple clips under, Sleeveless top, Opera gloves, Ultra Mini-skirt) along with stockings and black high heels, I got out the ropes, straps etc. My emergency backup’s are a full set of keys in a bucket of red dye on a shelf in the wardrobe with a rope hanging down to ground level, and of course my wife getting home at about 6.00pm. ...

* It was a fine warm day, even in the woods near our half-finished cabin. We had gone camping for mywife’s birthday. It was her idea, I think mostly to avoid payback for what she had done to me on my birthday, but I was willing to go with the flow. We were on our (half-built) mountain cabin property, which abuts a state reserve. It is fairly inaccessible except through our road our property, and I was ready for my sweet revenge. ...

Part 1 Mistress Ashley’s instructions had been explicit: After knocking on the back door, the girl was to turn around, place her hands behind her back, and then keep her eyes and mouth shut. The thought, the knowledge that she would really do this–actually wanted to–for a dominant female she’d never even met (except over the phone) excited her enormously. Jennifer knocked, turned, and waited, trembling in her outfit. As ordered, the girl wore no underwear; only her oldest blouse and jeans. She wondered why, and was disappointed that the session apparently wouldn’t involve her dressing in sexually exciting attire. ...

* Holly’s Obstacle Course Having practiced self-bondage for years now, Holly had noticed that it has become a routine for her. She would come home from work and make herself something to eat, catch up with the news and if she had nothing planned, tie herself up. Granted she would think of different variations to make it more exciting, but after a while, it felt like she tried them all. After realizing all of this, she decided that she would do something to change it. ...

Cheryl waited until her her husband’s car was out of sight, then went inside and began to gather her toys. Jon would be gone all afternoon, so she had plenty of time, but she still didn’t want to waste any of it. She took the collection of straps, the ace bandages, the sleep mask, and the tray of ice cubes up to the bedroom, making sure to lock the doors as she went. It really wouldn’t do to have someone wander in during her game. ...

Beth woke to find herself naked, gagged, and bound. She took it in stride. She and her ex-husband had been into bondage. When they split she got most of the equipment. She had put herself in bondage occasionally, even overnight. The only thing was, she could not remember doing it this time and she never used this position. She always put her hands in front of her when it was for the night. Otherwise her shoulders got too stiff. ...

I’m taking some more photographs of you in my studio where my assistant, Duke, is arranging various props and set pieces. He’s a young man in his early twenties, handsome and eager to learn the business. You’re dressed in a blouse and wrap-around skirt. As he works around you, setting things up, I notice you watching him closely, then I see you bend over slightly to let your breasts brush lightly against his arm. When he looks up at you, you give him a smile, pouting your lips in a seductive way. ...

* Jefferey could hear water running as he floated in a semi-trance, slipping back and forth between a sweet dream and a memory of the things he and Jennifer had done the night before. He loved that time of morning, and he liked to prolong it whenever he could, so he stayed in bed with his eyes closed, drifting, listening to the shower, and imagining her body and the pleasure it had given him. Last night, Jennifer had finally let him put his cock in her ass, and he could still see her looking back over her shoulder as he pushed it past her well-lubricated sphincter. “Please be gentle. Please don’t stop.” Jefferey was gentle, he didn’t stop, and she loved it, as he knew she would since the first time he touched her there. He heard the shower stop, and after a few minutes, his lover came softly into the bedroom. Jefferey pretended to be asleep, eyes nearly closed in the half-light. ...

_ *JOEY POTTER by Sir Stephen_ Joey Potter was frustrated. Dawson had never gotten it on with her, despite over ten years of her best efforts. What Joey really wanted was for Dawson to tie her up and force her to suck his cock for hours and hours, but he never seemed to want to do anything but talk about how great Stephen Spielberg is or, even worse, his problems with other girls. Joey had spent endless hours sitting her pretty ass on Dawson’s bed listening to his sensitive drivel. She had even reclined next to him on his little twin bed, and all they had done was watch endless Hollywood movies! ...

* Part 2: Joey Potter Self Bondage: Whatever Jen Wants Jen had had no date this Friday night because she had worked at the restaurant until late. After closing, Jen had simply gone home, undressed (to a short white slip) and checked her email. She was astonished to find her inbox full - after all, it had been emptied this morning! Even more surprising were its contents. All the emails were from Joey Potter, someone she had never received email from before. And they all had attachments, some of which were huge! ...

* Julie’s Weekend Chapter 1: Her side of the story: We had been looking to get away for a long time. We had both been so busy with work and other commitments - not to mention dealing with your former girlfriend, “Julie” who kept calling and wanting to get together with you again. It was going to be a very well deserved weekend. We arrived at the hotel after a long drive and decided to take a shower and relax before we ventured out into the little town. While you were still in the shower, I walked down the hallway to get some ice for our drinks. As I was coming back to our room with the bucket of ice, someone grabbed me from behind and that’s the last thing I remember. ...

Part One “Just five minutes, tops,” I said, looking into her big brown eyes. Teri was her name, and besides a nice rack and a sweet ass, she was my date for the evening. And, apparently, there was some soothing to do. I kissed her again, long, soft, and felt her melt a little more. Best Italian restaurant in town and a few martini’s afterward and she was just about as horny as I was. But still, the little matter of getting it all started, getting the ball rolling, getting the boat away from port. The handcuffs. ...

* It was one of those days when nothing was seeming to come together. The reason was plain when I stopped to think about it. I was horny as hell and I just wasn’t getting any satisfaction. I got on the phone to my girlfriend Natalie. We both share a love of exhibiting ourselves and I felt a plan hatching that could just solve my problems. We had been playing around with some bondage equipment and I thought we could use it to some advantage, so when she arrived, we loaded it into my car and drove out to the country, to a small wooded area we had found close to an old abandoned mine and log cabin. We had stumbled on to this place when we were looking for a secluded spot to play some games and were almost discovered by a gang of teenage boys. They apparently had also found the mine and were using it and the cabin for some kind of gang headquarters. We had discovered that some of them would be there almost every day during the week and for longer at weekends. ...

* Chapter 1 of the “Kelli” Series a continuing story by Robert Deane of DeaneProductions To this day, I am still not sure what first attracted me to her. Perhaps it was those long legs. I still smile every time that I think about the phrase to describe those legs, how they go all they up to there (and we know where “there” is.) And the black leather high-heeled boots that she often wore when she danced only added to the elegance of those long legs. ...

(story continues from Kelli) ANNIVERSARY SURPRISE Chapter 5 of the “Kelli” Series a continuing story by Robert Deane of DeaneProductions introducing David and Dawn (first written as “The Anniversary”) As he recalled the beginnings of that day, he told me that must have listened to her voice mail message at least a hundred times during the afternoon. She had left a very simple message, in that sultry voice, from her to him. ...

(story continues from Kelli) * Chapter 2 of the “Kelli” Series Kelli’s Pony a continuing story by Robert Deane of DeaneProductions As another author once wrote, the Wooden Horse has always been known as a devious device, designed for the slow sexual torture of a beautiful woman. Legend has it that its earliest use was in Japan. A similar device was used, also according to legend, in Europe as a general-purpose torture, in its most vicious form a wide triangular wooden plank, set sharp end up. The helpless woman would be lifted into the air and set upon the horse, her full body weight supported on the most tender flesh between her legs. Her legs would be forced wide by the width of the lower part of the plank, with weights attached to the ankles to keep her from falling off, making the ordeal immediately unbearable. ...

(story continues from Kelli) * Chapter 7 of the “Kelli” Series a continuing story by Robert Deane of DeaneProductions As David remembered, it had taken a while for the grogginess to clear from his head. When he first began to awaken, as an almost natural instinct he had tried to stretch his arms and legs. But that had not been possible, his legs unable to move and a throbbing ache in his arms. The next attempt, in quick succession, was to open his eyes. Again, David had not found success. Then he tried speech, but also found it was blocked, unable to close his mouth or even open it wider, to make any intelligible sounds. ...

Part One Kathryn spied her quarry sitting on a park bench a quarter of a mile from the mall where I, Amy, his chauffer had dropped him off. He was just like I had described him, even down to what he was wearing in his commoner clothes. He was quite good looking, and she relished the thought of the sex with him that was awaiting her. But she also relished the blow we were going to enjoy against the aristocracy, which he was a part of. We had set him up perfectly. He suspected nothing. ...

KIMBERLY’S NIGHT Part One A work of fiction by Robert Deane This was going to be a long night for Kimberly. It wasn’t planned that way, but it was headed in that direction. It had started out as an evening of self-bondage for Kimberly, an evening not unlike many others. But she had made a mistake, one that would result in her self-imposed bondage continuing until the morning when her roommate came home from her nightshift work. ...

* She snuggled down between the sheets. Hmmm, nice, fresh linen on her skin. Such a lovely feeling. She brought her knees up to her chest so that she was in a ball, like when she was a child. Now, however, instead of being frightened by a raging storm, she was waiting, waiting for someone to come, she was waiting with delicious expectation for that special person to come home & play with her. ...

(story continues from Lady Jane 1)_ Part Two I paid off the cab driver and hopped into my van. I had to tell Mike about this - how the ice queen definitely had another side to her. It was information he would relish, and maybe even act upon. Getting my cellphone out of the glovebox, I dialled him up. “H’lo” he answered. “Mike, you doing anything at the moment?” “About to hit the sack. Why?” “What did you think of Jane tonight?” ...

(c) Copyright 1998 This work is copyrighted to the author, with all rights reserved. This work may be archived and displayed on non-commercial web sites without permission, but please do not remove the author name or address. Thank you Part I of the Lady Jane Trilogy (Because fantasies always seem to come in Trilogies). I play bass in a jazz quartet, just for fun and we all have day jobs. Music is a hobby, and if I had to do it for a living then it would start to become a chore. We play at small clubs now and again, also weddings, friend’s birthdays, charity fundraisers, and so on. We try to appear in public no more than about once every two or three weeks. Our sax player Mike lines up most of our gigs as he is a bit of a social animal with a wide circle of acquaintances. He and the keyboard player are both in there forties and quite experienced musicians. The drummer and I are mid-thirties and new to playing jazz. ...

(story continues from Lady Jane 2) JANE IN TOWN Part III of the Lady Jane Trilogy (Fantasies always come in Trilogies). A few weeks had passed since Mike and I had our threesome with Lady Jane, during which she submitted to being tied to the bed by her wrists and ankles. She appeared to love every minute of it. Of course she would never have said so out loud, but I think by now I can tell when a woman is aroused. And on that occasion she was extremely aroused. We bumped into each other again in town. I had gone into a large and upmarket department store, one that had pretensions of being a local equivalent of Harrods in London. How like Jane to shop here! ...

* It was after midnight, but I was having trouble sleeping. I would doze off, but then come awake again at the slightest noise. I am not typically a paranoid person, but for some reason the house sounded strange tonight. I had began to doze for the dozenth time when the hand covered my mouth. I came instantly awake. My hands were pulled behind my head and tied loosely to the bed post. The strange thing was was that they weren’t tied tight enough to hold me. I was just beginning to struggle when I heard a female voice whisper, “Stop that!” It was a voice I recognized. ...

(story continues from Leather & Lace)_ * Leather & Lace Chapter 4 – The Wager; Part II By the White Knight ‘Thank you very much, my dear’, Mr. Thatcher said as he watched me bend and stretch. ‘You have been a marvelous help this evening and I wish you a wonderful nights sleep.’ He was obviously giving me permission to leave. ‘No, thank you very much, sirs’, I began, ‘It has been an honor to receive my first full bondage experience at the hands of two such distinguished gentlemen. But, I have a favor to ask you, sirs. Actually a rather large favor…’ I trailed off trying to gather my courage to make my request. Looking up I noticed that Mr. Thatcher had lost his clinical look and was turning a bit white. Mr. Stanton looked equally uncomfortable. ...

(story continues from Leather & Lace) * Leather & Lace Chapter 11 – First Date: Bondage Challenge – Part III By the White Knight We hugged and then he took my small hand in his and led me to the bathroom. I visited the bedai first and then joined him in the shower. The big glass stall easily accommodated two people. Thoughtfully, he had kept the water to a luke warm temperature. Even this felt burning hot on my whipped rump. He lathered me with soft liquid soap. Caressing the soap onto my skin, rather than simply rubbing. As the minutes passed he turned up the temperature until the water was pleasantly hot. The hot water and his massaging hands were like magic upon my strained muscles. I leaned back against his strong body as I melted to his touch. Next he shampooed my hair. Slowly, deliciously he ran his fingers through my long hair. Gently separating the few tangles he found. I was in seventh heaven. ...

(story continues from Leather & Lace)_ * Leather & Lace Chapter 6 – Audition with the Mystery Man By the White Knight The next morning Lucinda didn’t leave me out of her sight the entire time. We ate and talked, but she brushed aside all of my requests for information about my proposed pairing. At work it was much the same. I attended every meeting that she did and was even taken to lunch with her and the other executives. Only for a few minutes did she leave my side and that only to hold a quiet conversation at the end of the room with Mr. Stanton. He looked at me covertly a number of times during that brief discussion and ended nodding his head and smiling as he kissed Lucinda on both cheeks. I thought that they must have reached some mutually beneficial business arrangement, based on the way that they were acting. ...

(story continues from Leather & Lace)_ * Leather & Lace Chapter 5 – Painful Lesson in Sisterhood By the White Knight The workday went much as it had the day before. More meetings and more notes. The tone of these meetings was positive and I took that to mean that Mr. Thatcher was going to get at least some of the concessions that he was looking for. I was finally released from my duties at 4:00pm, in order to go back to the house and see if Lucinda had gotten there yet. I drove as fast as the law would allow and than a few miles an hour faster hoping that I would beat Lucinda to the house. I desperately needed sexual release by this point. In fact throughout the day I had had to squirm in my chair a few times to relieve the pressure which still resided between my legs. ...

(story continues from Leather & Lace)_ * Leather & Lace Chapter 2 – Learning the Ropes with a Twist By the White Knight An annoying buzzing noise brought me back to reality. As the cobwebs of my rest began to fade, I kept wondering what the damn buzzing was. With a monumental effort, I lifted my arm and removed the satin night mask. Slowly my eyes focused in the direction from which the sound was coming. ...

(story continues from Leather & Lace)_ * Leather & Lace Chapter 10 – First Date: Bondage Challenge – Part II By the White Knight With a few deft movements Greg removed the strips of cloth from my legs and upper body. I sat up and rubbed gently at my wrists. It was interesting that the soft cloth had hardly left any marks on my skin at all. Certainly there was a certain amount of redness, but nothing like the angry looking indentations made by rope. I was surprised to realize that I sort of missed that look. ...

(story continues from Leather & Lace)_ * Leather & Lace Chapter 7 – Mystery Man Revealed By the White Knight ‘OK, Princess’, he said warmly. ‘You can take off the blindfold and find out who your mystery lover really is.’ Blinking my eyes as I adjusted to the brightness of the room’s lights, I focused on my not-so imaginary lover. Dark hair, blue eyes, warm smile, large frame and a good build… ‘Jeeezzzz, you look awfully familiar… don’t I know you from somewhere’, I asked him. He showed more nice white teeth and replied, ‘Try from someone, Princess’. ...

(story continues from Leather & Lace)_ * Leather & Lace Chapter 9 – First Date: Bondage Challenge – Part I By the White Knight Greg drove us over to the best hotel in the area, a Marriott. We rode the elevator to the 20th and top floor. The room he led me into was not just a room but also a suite. There was a living room with a dry bar, the bedroom and a huge marble encrusted bathroom. ...

(story continues from Leather & Lace)_ * Leather & Lace Chapter 8 – First Date - Appetizers By the White Knight I woke to a beautiful Saturday morning. Greg called me shortly after nine and told me that he would be by around ten. He said he’d like to do some bicycling and have a picnic and asked if I was game. I quickly told him that I was up for ANY GAME that he wanted to try. He was laughing as he hung up the phone. ...

(story continues from Leather & Lace)_ * Leather & Lace Chapter 3 – The Wager: Part I By the White Knight When I sat down at my desk on Friday morning, I found two notes. One was from Mr. Harrison, telling me to set up a meeting with the head of the copy department for 10:00am on Monday, as his schedule was too cramped to fit it in today. He added that he would like to review my version of the instructional documentation first thing Monday morning. The second note was from Mr. Thatcher asking me to see him as soon as I arrived. ...

* Leather & Lace Chapter 1 – Temporary Initiation By the White Knight I responded to a call from my temp agency to be at Madison and 63rd, at 9:00 am on Monday morning, for an undetermined length assignment. Short on money I really wanted to make a good impression, hoping that they would keep me on for a while, so I showed up a half-hour early. Walking into the lobby of the brown stone building, I was immediately met by a doorman. He asked if he could help me and I told him I was looking for the company name printed on the paper I handed him. He looked at the paper. I blushed as he looked at me over from head to toe and pointed to the curved marble staircase that rose to the second floor. ...

* I’m involved in the most passionate affair of my life. It takes place every day at lunch. You see, my lover and I work together at the same company and each day, we go over to her apartment for lunch. Instead of eating lunch though, we make love. I can’t think of anything I like more than her tasty pussy and her luscious tits. We do see each other after hours and on weekends, but for some reason, the lunch time sex seems sweeter and more intense. I mean, on a Saturday, we can spend hours and hours in bed, licking and sucking each other until we can’t move, and that is wonderful. But during the week, when we only have an hour or so, it’s like we’re in heat the minute we get in the door. ...

story Limerick by Studbound A fantasy can’t be denied She agreed and she happily complied And when she was done He was having great fun As he spent all day gagged and hog-tied From the time he was still very young He thought bondage looked like great fun Tho he schemed and he tried To get himself tied He failed to get the job done In a movie or on the TV If he saw someone tied completely It made his heart race Brought a smile to his face And he thought, “How I wish it was me.” ...

Well here it is my first erotic story. I don’t care what happens to it so long as no-one makes money or personal gain from it. It is of course fiction. Feedback would be welcome – to [email protected] I want to tell you what happened a few years ago when Steve (my husband) and I went skiing in Europe. We had been married five years (I was 22 and he was 30) and until our holiday he was the only man I had ever been with. Not because of any lack of offers. I was voted “sexiest girl of the year” at in rag week at college and I often get guys looking me up and down. No, I guess my shyness and innocence - naivety or stupidity some might say - come from my strict, sheltered upbringing. My parent wouldn’t let me out after nine unless it was a church meeting and maybe that’s why I wanted to get married so soon after I was 18. ...

* The Longest Day. I haven’t had the opportunity to have many self bd adventures recently, primarily because my wife has been watching me pretty closely ever since she caught me last summer (see Red Handed). However… she can’t watch me forever, and last weekend I finally got the chance to have another adventure. I like to keep things simple - it limits the number of things that can go wrong… and I had been formulating a delightfully simple plan for several months. However… I forgot that even though the bondage and the scenario might be simple, dealing with the results mentally can be much more complicated. I’ll explain… ...

Lori 2 Part One Since Lori had left last Sunday evening, I found myself missing her more than usual, so I was happy to pick up the phone late on the next Friday evening and hear her voice. “Hello, Paul? This is Lori. I hate to bother you at this late hour, but I really, really need a *BIG* favor from you.” She started off this conversation in her best professional tone of voice - confident, strong and self-assured, so I stayed out of my own “character” and let her speak. ...

Lori 2 Part Two When I finally awoke the next morning, I found that I was alone on the bed, still chained down spread-eagled. For several minutes, I thought about all that had happened last night; I hadn’t had such an intense evening in quite some time! I was astounded at Karyn’s sexual skill and virtuosity - being her slave was almost more than I could take. And Lori had revealed a sensual side of herself that I had never seen before, but which I liked a great deal. ...

It was chilly outside, the wind had picked up a bit and the rain was falling. The dry desert ground soaked it up greedily. My computer is more than just an expensive toy, it is my friend, my ever-changing entertainer. It had been some time since I hit the chat rooms so I decided to see what the mentality was tonight. I headed for the member rooms, looking for an interesting topic. Scrolling down something caught my eye, ‘submissivewomen.’ I had entered rooms similar and had a fair amount of fun but I wouldn’t say it was an enlightening experience. I entered, said “hi” to the room. I got a good response, nice. I sipped my Jack and Diet Pepsi, it warmed my tummy, my mind. The IM’s started after I made my intentions known. I do enjoy a little ‘foreplay’ with the general public before I settle down to find an interesting playmate. ...

Gromet, As you know self bondage is a game that my wife enjoys. This year after paying bills and a son’s college tuition ( yes, I pay for my youngest son’s college i cash- neither of my children are “Stuck” with a loan to pay off it is my way of giving them more than I had.) This year we both enjoyed a most unique gift I gave her. This is long so I broke it into chapters. ...

Her name was Jenny; she was the mother of my girlfriend (Paula) at the time. Paula had just left on a business trip for the week when I got a phone call, it was Jenny, she wanted to know if I could come over and give her a hand with some jobs around the home, she lived alone, so I agreed. As I was driving up to Jenny’s place I was thinking to myself that she was very hot for someone in her 40’s. She had long blonde hair, blue eyes, breasts to kill for and a body of a model. As I drove into the driveway I clear my mind of these throughts, and tried to get my cock to settle down. I knocked on the door and she answered it, she was wearing a light cotton summer dress. She leaned over and gave me a kiss on the cheek, which returned to her. ...

I hope you find this story interesting. I would like to tell you what a great site you provide. Mr. Smith Arrives I knocked on the door and it was promptly answered by a blonde wearing a skin tight leather outfit. “Mr Smith?” she asked and I replied that it was. “We can’t leave you standing on the step why don’t you come in and play?” We passed through the living quarters and up the stairs. When we reached the top of the stairs she took a key from a ledge and unlocked what looked like a cupboard door and entered, beckoning me to follow. ...

Part 1 – The Lab Julie loved her Uncle. When she’d learnt about his sudden death in a car accident she felt lost like never before in her lifetime. Then, a few days after the accident, a man knocked at her door and gave her a small parcel containing a key and a piece of paper with a message from her Uncle Jack: “If you’re reading this, it means that probably I’m not in this world anymore. Go to the lab, you only can appreciate this. I loved you, Jack.” Yes, the lab. Jack was a Doctor and was studying something about human behaviour. Julie was only eighteen so she didn’t understand anything about medicine or science. Anyway, a few minutes later, she was already driving to her Uncle’s house to find out what there was IN the lab to appreciate. ...

I have a story for your site. My name is Trish. I am 19 years old. I have a very active interest in bondage, especially self bondage. I had my first experience when I was 15. I hope you enjoy it. It was a Saturday and I was home alone. I had made plans with my best friend Holly for later that night. I got bored. I decided to try something I had wanted to for a while. I decided to tie myself up. It was about noon and Holly wasn’t due until about seven, so I had plenty of time. ...

Glad you liked my story. Thanks for the words of encouragement. Here’s another one you may publish. I just did this last weekend. My Friday Night. Just a couple of minor problems to overcome. I have been planning an experiment with a long-term bondage session in my basement. I took a couple of test runs to make sure I could handle it physically and that I hadn’t overlooked any “safety” details. Then, last Friday, I gave it a try for real. ...

“My life in a Cage” by “Tweak” My name is “tweak” and I am being commanded by my Mistress Madam L. to write you this story. She has given me the name “tweak” because it stands for “tit-warming-eager-ass-kisser”.I asked, begged, Madam L. to take complete control of my life for many months and one evening she decided that my request would be granted. As she began that fateful night she whispered into my ear, “You should always be careful for what you wish for. You may find that having is not so pleasing a thing, after all, as wanting!” It was an ominous warning and my life, or rather the life that was mine and is now hers, will never be the same. Here is my story. ...

(story continues from My Life in a Cage) * * As I laid there, trying to get as comfortable as I could with my hands still bound behind my back and confined in such a tight space, I wondered how this all happened. Did I really do this to myself? Is Madam L. really going to control my life from now on? And I knew that the answer to both of those questions was a resounding “Yes”. I had no idea what time it was for there were no clocks in the dungeon. There were also no windows so I would not even be able to tell when dawn arrived. Time passed very slowly. I had dreamed of being confined in a cage for years, but not like this. I was now very, very sore and worst of all I had no desire to continue with this fantasy. When Madam L. drained me that second time she also drained my fantasy. I was now forced to live out a fantasy I did not want. ...

* Hey, This is my story as I posted it on one of those yahoo boards. I’m not sure if you even would put something like this on your site, but maybe someone else could learn from it. If that’s the case, then I’m all for posting it. Please let me know if you do. I’m not the best story writer, so bear with me. This is all true, unfortunately. I hate that it happened, and wish I could forget it, but at least I won’t make that mistake again. Here goes… ...

Never Ending Training Part One Just before she inserted the ear plugs, she whispered “I’ll be working late again, hope you have fun out here, try not to move around too much … you’ll soon see why (she laughed) there are a few electric connectors under your heels, and the wires wrapped around your fingers… try not to let them touch either. If you lean back off your tip toes - you will get this…” Placing her hand on my shoulder she pushed my weight back till my heels touched the board - which sent an electrical shock straight to my chastity-locking device she makes me wear. All I could do is moan through the tight ball gag. ...

(story continues from Never Ending Training)_ Never Ending Training Part Two Then there the time last winter when I was tricked into filling up a water bottle with my own cum. Mistress Jeannine told me that she wanted to force Jenny to drink the whole thing while being filmed and I get to take the pictures. It took me over 2 months to fill that thing. I was allowed to jerk off anytime I wanted as much as I wanted, but just make sure I saved the cum in that bottle and put it in the freezer after each time. I was having the time of my life, filling that thing 2-4 times a day, just thinking that Jenny will be forced to guzzle it all down. Mistress Jeannine wanted to be updated on the progress each week; I had no problem showing her the bottle. Once that it was filled to the top I was to inform Mistress Jeannine. ...

(story continues from Never Ending Training 2) Never Ending Training Part Three After my severe beating on my first night - she informed me that this would be what to expect if I ever disobey her, only twice as worse. “Which reminds me that you are deserving of an extra punishment for not listening to me on the way out here. Hmmm- I figure that these will make my point.” She took 2 nipple clamps and put one on each nipple. “I think they will hurt more if they are just on the tips.” It felt like fire burning through my chest - “I don’t think that this is severe enough, you must realize that I own you now and that you will do what I want and take whatever I do to you!” I couldn’t think of what else she could possibly do to hurt me. “I think you need some time to think, and understand that your ass belongs to me now - I will let you think about it tonight. When I return in the morning - or afternoon - you better be more submissive and obedient, or you will be right back out here till you realize that you are now a slave…MY SLAVE.” Mistress Jeannine then made damn sure that escape was impossible. “There, oh and just so you know if you have any thoughts of escaping - I wouldn’t if I were you. If you aren’t here when I get back ...

Night Drive How do you get these ideas? European convention holds that the seat of the emotions is the heart, while the Romans, with rather more justification, believed it was the stomach. In my case I think a slightly lower part of the anatomy is responsible. This particular idea arrived one afternoon when I was sitting in the sun feeling a bit randy, like you do, and looking at my car in the drive. Five-door estate with two good stout wing mirrors, firm anchors for rear fender, central bracket for towing. Could you tie someone over that nice flat roof face up with their ankles fixed to the mirrors? And, came a surge of inspiration from between the legs, you could drive around like that! ...

* Normah was glad to have a week’s break from looking after her routine family duties. Her husband was away on business trip and the children will not be back from college for at least another two weeks. She has always wanted to go shopping on her own time without any particular schedule to follow. While walking in town she came across a perfume shop. It was empty of any customers and thinking that she could get a better than usual service she entered the shop. True enough, on stepping in, a salesgirl sprayed some perfume on her and told her to take a whiff. That was the last thing she remembered. ...

Offa’s Dyke In the late eighth century, King Offa of Mercia ordered a boundary to be made between his kingdom, which was most of Southern England and the Midlands, and the lands held by the tribesmen of Wales.It was an earth bank some 20 ft high fronted by a wide ditch almost as deep, and ran most of the way between the Dee estuary near Chester and the Severn estuary near Chepstow.Although never regularly garrisoned it firmly defined Wales, and the border still largely holds. ...

story On The Road Again - Chapter One by The White Knight (This is a fictional story based upon a similar encounter that did not in anyway turn out like this fantasy.) It was late, for me at least, around about mid-night. The hotel bar was relatively quiet with all of the usual sounds. A basketball game was on the TV. People were chatting about this and that and the normal few singles on the make. With all of the traveling that I have had to do lately, bars like this one were becoming almost a home away from home to me. ...

This is a work of erotic fiction. If you’re too young to legally read this, or if you think you might be offended if you read it, don’t. This story is copyright 1998 by SuthrnLrd. You can use it any way you want for your own personal enjoyment, but if you rip off my work and try to pass it off as your own, or if you archive my work and charge money to read it, then you suck. ...

Here’s a new one…it has not even made it to my site yet…thought you might want to “premier” it on your site….as I said before…my way of saying thank you very much for all that you have done to help my website _____________________________________________________________________ One Tie Too Many By Robert Deane Deaneproductions.com ‘Okay,’ she kept telling herself. ‘Calm down and you will get out of this. You always do, and you will somehow manage it this time.’ That’s what Suzanne kept telling herself, but this time she didn’t believe it. ...

I want to tell you about an actual self-bondage adventure that I had this summer. I have been practicing self-bondage for a number of years since I do not have a bondage partner. My self-bondage adventures, while they do not occur too often, are usually quite elaborate. My adventures all involve complex escape mechanisms. Regardless of the method of release that I use, my adventures always require me to work at getting release. Simple bondage is not enough. I must believe that I am securely bound and that release will not come easily. I want to feel that release is not certain without the prospect of being discovered and embarrassed while in bondage. I normally use chains, cuffs, and locks that require keys for release. In all my adventures I am naked so as to add to my bondage excitement and embarrassment if I am discovered. I take precautions to avoid discovery but discovery is possible. I place my safety keys in areas that, if I try to get them, may result in my discovery while in bondage. I want the use of my safety keys to be a last, no other alternative, resort. ...

You come home from a “hard” day at work and are really tense. You ask if I can possibly give you a shoulder/neck massage. I tell you that I have a better idea and then ask you to strip. You go to the bedroom and disrobe, while I am setting up in our dining room. We have these wonderful wooden chairs, with cutwork backs and very polished oak seats. (In reality, I have 1930’s chairs with handmade needlepoint seat covers, made by my mother). The lights are dimmed in the room and you stand in the doorway, nervously fidgeting with you feet. I tell you to come over and get your surprise. You agree, only to see that I have a number of items on the table, ready to use. ...

* Practice Makes Perfect A while ago my girlfriend made a shocking discovery. Natalya decided that it would be nice to surprise me and take me out to dinner, but she wanted it to be a special event wanted the whole evening planned out and do something nice for me. Natalya opened the door (having the key) and walked though the door. There before me I saw my beautiful girlfriend in a stunning black dress, long blond hair flowing down her back and calling my name in the wonderful Russian accent of her. ...

* Self Bondage Fantasy Something was wrong the moment she tried to move her arms. She was cold and tried to move the blanket but for some strange reason her arms would not respond. As she open her eyes, it was dark, pitch black dark, from there she knew something was terribly wrong. She knew at that moment she was blindfolded, and from what she could comprehend. She was tied up and it was really tight. Every muscle in her body would not respond to any of her commands. She squirmed and struggled but it seems like the ropes would not budge. In fact, it seems like it tightens a little. She moved her wrist up and she felt the ropes pulling tighter against her crotch. She let out a whimper as it rubbed against her crotch. She pulled her wrist down and the pressure was looser, but her wrist would not go down any farther, because it pulled on a rope around her neck that tighten her elbows even tighter, to the point they were almost touching each other. Her legs were useless as she tried moving them but it moved as one like a mermaid. ...

* Dear self-bondage enthusiasts. The following is pure fiction. I went as far as I can go with recounting my own bondage experiences, so I thought I would try my hand at a fictional story. In our self-bondage sessions, we use a variety of release mechanisms. We use melting ice cubes, struggle across a floor to obtain a knife, waiting until dark to venture outside to retrieve a key, or use a Jacob’s Knot to delay our release. I’ve noticed still others make use of soldering irons on timers to burn through ropes. In the past, I have programmed a computer to encrypt the code of a combination lock, and then waited a couple of months to forget the combination and then have to wait 8 hours for the computer to finally decipher the code in order to release myself. I would use the combination lock to secure all my release keys in a strong box and then use all the locks in chain harnesses and torturous cock and ball restraint. I was free to move about the house, but unable to release myself from self-bondage all day long. That was a nice day J. Near the end of the day, while experiencing a great deal of discomfort and sexual tension, I fantasized that I was waiting for an email from a long distance Master who had the combination and had ordered me to perform the self-bondage. I had to wait until he or she decided to release me. The following story is of a woman who enters into such a relationship with a writer of self-bondage stories. ...

My Self-Bondage Master Chapter Two: My First Session. I got up late on Saturday. I could not sleep the night before thinking about what today would be like. I went out and got a couple of movies to watch since I was going to be spending the day bound in my apartment. When I came back home about 12:30pm, bolted the door of my apartment and took a long shower. I refrained from eating any lunch, since I didn’t want to have to go to the bathroom during my bondage session. The hunger was just going add to my sense of captivity. ...

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. ...

* Self Bound A very special package arrived for me today, it was a small package but the weight told me that it was what I had been waiting anxiously for. With trembling hands I set it beside my bed and prepared for work. All day long I imagined what that evening would be like, I even imagined some of the men that I work with as the one who would place the items in the package upon me. This, of course, was not to be but the fantasies helped make the day pass quickly and as quitting time approached I found myself almost trembling at the mere thought of what was to come. ...

Dear self-bondage enthusiasts. The following is pure fiction. I went as far as I can go with recounting my own bondage experiences, so I thought I would try my hand at a fictional story. Comments are welcomed. [email protected]_ My Self-Bondage Master Chapter Eight: Vengeance. I was looking forward to tonight. This evening, I was going to show “the worm” who the real master was. As much as I enjoyed the excitement of having a remote master, I was adjusting nicely to my new role. As much as I like self-bondage, the adrenaline rush, and the feeling of excitement, I didn’t like it when “Worm” tried to take control of my life. Lord only knows what he would have done with that videotape, and what else he would have made me submit to if he did get it. I would probably have rings on my nipples and clit, and big tattoo on my butt that said “SLAVE”. ...

Dear self-bondage enthusiasts. The following is pure fiction. I went as far as I can go with recounting my own bondage experiences, so I thought I would try my hand at a fictional story. Comments are welcomed. [email protected] My Self-Bondage Master Chapter Three: Choices. My new self-bondage master and I exchanged the occasional emails to talked about when we could do a second self-bondage session, and to talk about what sort of commitment we should make to this relationship. We didn’t want to set a finite time on how long we should continue, but agreed that as soon as it becomes too inconvenient for either of us, we should call it off. Fortunately, the anonymity of the relationship meant either of us could call it quits at anytime. We also agreed that once a month would be frequent enough for this activity. We settled on the second Saturday of each month. He sent me the four combination locks right away, and I randomly selected three, and tested the combinations. Sure enough, they worked. I sent back the three locks, and kept the forth for my next session. ...

Dear self-bondage enthusiasts. The following is pure fiction. I went as far as I can go with recounting my own bondage experiences, so I thought I would try my hand at a fictional story. Comments are welcomed. [email protected] My Self-Bondage Master Chapter Four: Purgatory. I awoke from my nap to the sound of my clock radio. I was immediately reminded of my situation by the ball gag in my mouth. I wiped some drool from my mouth (I hate when that happens), and carefully made my way to the computer. There was an email from Master asking me what I had been doing for the past 2 and half hours. I emailed him about taking the opportunity to clean the apartment, then taking a shower and having a short nap. ...

Dear self-bondage enthusiasts. The following is pure fiction. I went as far as I can go with recounting my own bondage experiences, so I thought I would try my hand at a fictional story. Comments are welcomed. [email protected]_ My Self-Bondage Master Chapter Five: Melting Ice. The weeks past quickly and I became easily distracted as my scheduled electronic BDSM session drew closer. At the beginning of the month I received the combination locks as usual, and a small note telling me to go to the hardware store for some supplies. Three large screw-in eye bolts, two “S” shaped hooks, two large buckets, and one section of clear half inch tubing, about seven feet long. ...

Dear self-bondage enthusiasts. The following is pure fiction. I went as far as I can go with recounting my own bondage experiences, so I thought I would try my hand at a fictional story. Comments are welcomed. [email protected]_ My Self-Bondage Master Chapter Six: Preparation for the Final Encounter. About a week before our next scheduled session, I received a large package from Master. Inside were the four locks as usual. The envelopes were tightly sealed in a plastic bag. It looked vacuumed sealed. On the back was a message. It said to only test two of the combination locks, because I was going to need two combination locks for the next self-bondage session. I opened the plastic and I picked two at random and opened two of the locks. Satisfied that the other two envelopes did have the combinations for the other two locks, I put the envelopes and the locks asside to be used later. ...

Dear self-bondage enthusiasts. The following is pure fiction. I went as far as I can go with recounting my own bondage experiences, so I thought I would try my hand at a fictional story. Comments are welcomed. [email protected]_ My Self-Bondage Master Chapter Seven: The Final Encounter. I got up Saturday morning, and checked for a message from Master. The first thing he wanted me to do was go out and rent a video camera. This time he wanted a tape of the whole session. No bloody way was I going to send anyone videotape of me doing self-bondage, even if I was wearing a mask. I protested. I didn’t mind the odd shot of me showing up on the Internet as long as no one could identify me, but a video? Master replied sternly. He told me that the program was not going to work without a code that only he knew. In addition, if I did this last favour for him, he would send me hundreds of pre-programmed series of signals I could use in my self-bondage and torture sessions. The gears in my head started to work, and I started to do a little strategizing of my own. I replied and said that I agreed with his conditions and told him I would be back in about two hours with the video equipment. ...

_ Seven of Nine Self-Bondage Part One by Sir Stephen ([email protected] – please comment)_ Hello. You probably all know who I am. I sleep standing up, like a horse. I also wear flexible transparent aluminum panties, so that my unusually prominent vulva does not look like a huge camel’s toe through my clothes. I don’t wash these panties, ever. My vaginal secretions are instead absorbed into the metal and do not become a hygiene problem. They do, however, accumulate perpetually in terms of aroma, a fact which may explain why some of the crew seem to become aroused when I enter a room. I often detect dilations of pupils and engorgements of erectile tissue upon entering the Bridge or the Mess Hall. ...

Seven of Nine Self-Bondage Part Two By Sir Stephen When Belanna demanded that I beg to lick her female genitalia, I said “That is an unlikely event, Lieutenant.” Immediately, Lieutenant Torrez slapped my face, hard, with a red-latex-gloved right hand, and said “You will beg, or wear a gag while I torture you. First, to apologize, you will drink my spittle.” She squeezed my face to open my mouth and let a long, slow drop of saliva drool towards my open mouth. I tried to turn my face away, but her grip on my head was firm. I found myself drinking a salty, long thread from Belanna’s salivary glands. ...

Seven of Nine - Part Three by Sir Stephen Lieutenant Torrez has a well-conditioned rear end. I was repeatedly amazed by the strength of her gluteus maximi. My firm, full lips formed a near-perfect vacuum lock around her anus and I probed her with the entire length of my unusually strong tongue. I could not resist, after all. I had to comply. Soon her cheeks were wet with my saliva. I was being cold-pressed in my own spittle, but it was hard to mind. The humiliation I was receiving was somehow exactly what my haughty persona deserved. I knew that the female crewmembers sometimes called me “37 of D,” and the male crewmembers referred to me as “the body.” I was aware of the jealousy I aroused in the former group, and the frustration in the latter. Indeed, some of the former group was frustrated too. Perhaps most of all, I believe Captain Janeway would like to have sex with me. What kind of sex, I could only speculate, but that was what occupied my mind as I cleaned out Lieutenant Torrez posterior with the only thing I could still move: my tongue. At any rate, I had been a source of sexual frustration to the crew and, moreover, I had eroded their self-esteem with my own pride. This was my comeuppance, and I relished its every taste and smell. ...

* Sharon closed her car door and walked along the stone walk-way to her front door. Already the work week was fading. It was Friday, and all that lay ahead of her now was a weekend of rest. She certainly would’ve preferred it if Mark hadn’t run off golfing for the entire weekend without her, but she didn’t want to think about that now. Sharon stopped thinking about Mark and looked down by the front door. On the porch lay a small package about the size of a shoe box. It was wrapped in plain brown paper and had been hand delivered, for there was no address on the package, only a note that was taped to the outside. She picked up the package and went inside, reading the note as she walked. ...

This short story is not for minors or anyone else that doesn’t like to read about young ladies being taken advantage of. This is copyright (c) 1997, by Spoonbender. It can be distributed freely as long as no charge is made for it and it isn’t changed in any way. If it is archived it is on the basis that I have unrestricted access to the archive. This is all pure fiction, the figment of a peculiar mind (You don’t honestly believe its real do you?) So no characters in it are based on real people, either living or dead. Don’t flame me if you don’t like my style, I’m still learning the craft. Email me if you have constructive criticism, or if you like it and want more. My address is [email protected]. ...

_ *Shocking Bondage_ by Otto Dix [email protected]_ Opportunities for self-bondage are few and far between for me. That means, that when I do get opportunity, I usually ensure that the experience is intense and memorable. I plan most of my self-bondage sessions months in advance. This self-bondage experience was one of my best. In my younger days, I experimented with applying low-voltage DC currents to my penis while masturbating. I would hold a button switch in one hand and masturbate with the other. Every time I pressed the button down, a six-volt shock would go through my penis. I found that short six-volt shocks were bearable. When I went as high as 9 volts, I found it quite painful. Recently, I decided to engineer a bondage scene where I would experience 9-volt shocks to my penis. The thought of being helpless to stop the electrical torture was very arousing. But how was I going to manage such a scene, without spending tons of money on high tech devices? ...

_ *Shocking Vibrations_ Dear readers Being able to post my experiences on Gromet’s site has reinvigorated my attempts to come up with new forms of self-bondage/torture schemes. My usually self-bondage activities usually include electrical stimulation of my penis while bound. I started with DC voltage ranging from 6 to 12 volts, but found that to be too painful and often left small electrical burn marks if I was not careful. Now, I enjoy using amplified audio signals. Instead of connecting the wires to a speaker, I connect them to two steel cock rings that are placed at the base of my penis. ...

* SINDY’S SATURDAY by sin_dy He stood behind me. His arms around my waist, hugging me and swaying to the music as I gazed out the window at the birds feeding. I was in the process of getting dressed as he came up behind me. Now I could feel his cock starting to swell against my bottom. His hands instinctively moved up and began caressing my breasts. I could tell he was all worked up again; even though we had just made love late last night. ...

Snow Day Let me just say, right off the bat, that I LOVE winter. I passed this story along to a friend and he told me I’m nuts and this stunt was dangerous. I disagree. In fact, it was one of the safest sessions I’ve ever had. Last month, we had a snowstorm here in the Northeast US. My wife took the kids to her sister’s house on Saturday morning, and by the time I got home from work at noon, it was snowing hard. At about 2pm, she called to say she was going to spend the night there because the roads were getting bad. She sounded concerned that I would have to spend a Saturday night all alone. ...

* * Snowbound A chilling self bondage experience By; The Techster It was a boring snow day and fortunately we don’t get many in the southeastern United States. My wife, Techie had to work. However, My employer called things off for two days the loss in productivity was cheaper than the potential for liability. My project is exclusively outdoors and down in the Southeastern United States outdoor projects are not equipped for a significant snowfall. ...

Sophie’s Fantasy Chapter One By the time Sophie and I had been going out for six months we’d pretty much explored most of our fantasies and desires together. We also both knew that in another two months Sophie’s long-term fiancé returned from Australia and that our relationship would be over. I think Sophie then hoped to freshen up their sex life with a few ideas she’d learnt along the way with me. Apparently, that was her only problem with the guy, it certainly wasn’t his money, he was even more loaded than Sophie. ...

Sophie’s Flatmate Chapter One I’d been dating Sophie for about 3 months when I got this opportunity. As I’ve told before, Sophie shared a large two bedroom apartment with an old school friend named Julie. Whereas Sophie was petite and slim with long wavy black hair, Julie was slightly taller and heavier, with mousy fair straight hair, in a bob style and the most amazing breasts !!. She also had the same wicked sense of humour as Sophie and where she currently had no steady boyfriend the three of us had occasionally all gone out for a meal together. ...

Now I’m back on-line, I’ve been visiting my favourite sites again, with yours pretty much top of the list. I’ve also continued chronicalling my adventures and experiences with my 3 ‘participating’ girlfriends. I’ve included below the story of my first session with the beautiful Sophie and have also sent a seperate e-mail containing the first-half of the biggest experience I’ve had to date. I am still writing the rest, but thought I’d send you what I’ve completed so far. I will mail you the remainder of my ‘Ransom’ session plus a further 2 experiences I had with Sophie. I will eventually also send you my experieces with my latest girlfried, Joanne. ...

Chapter 1 We had agreed as part of the fantasy that I would ‘kidnap’ Sophie and keep her prisoner, in bondage, from Friday night until Sunday morning when I would get the ransom from her rich father. To keep us ‘in role’ we also agreed that if she either got totally free of her bondage or set foot outside the house then the game would end there and then, I’d have to buy her dinner at a restaurant of her choice and I would have to be her ‘sex slave’ next weekend!!!. ...

Sophie’s Request Chapter One In answer to her messages on my answer-phone, I called Sophie back and we had a long chat. She had calmed down and although she was still annoyed and embarrassed I had involved Suzy in our ‘games’ she agreed to let me take her out for dinner that evening, Saturday. Over dinner I apologised for embarrassing her, explaining that I only wanted to surprise her and enhance her experience of her own burglar-fantasy. Strangely, I didn’t mention my enjoyment of fucking both her and my ex-girlfriend at the same time! Anyway, the apology was fairly well received and all Sophie seemed to want in return was for me to provide her with her original fantasy - but as she actually wanted it. ...

8 8 Spandex Bondage Resort by SPX Chapter One – Tied up in Tights, Just the beginning My girlfriend Cindy and I share a passion for tights, leotards and cat suits as well as bondage. I love to watch her work out and get very aroused by the colorful outfits she wears and she knows it too. She has an awesome body with long blond hair and spectacular huge round tits. We love to play and tease each other through the tight shiny second skin of her spandex body wear, usually ending up in wild passionate love making with her being tied up. She loves the feeling and always wears tights and leotards around the house. ...

(story continues from Spellbinder vs The Collector) Spellbinder vs. The Collector Part 2 The Collector’s Revenge—The Trap After his defeat to Spellbinder, the Collector had to lay low for six months– plenty of time to plan his revenge. He had set his traps– his hand playing with the microwave remote controller. All he needed was the proper bait. Spellbinder had destroyed his reputation of never failing, the mob was after him and his money reserves were almost completely drained. This had to be a precise operation, three quick abductions to re-establish his reputation and his cash reserves and get Spellbinder. He had to execute his plan quickly and effectively before word of his return reached the “mob.” The Collector pushed the first button on his remote. ...

Spellbinder vs. The Collector Part One Kelsie Chambers, star reporter for the Tribune, was putting the finishing touches on her latest story on Spellbinder. Spellbinder had captured the biggest drug shipment ever to enter Capital City and sent the city’s Mafia groups running. Her assistant comes rushing into the office, “Have you heard? The Collector is back in town.” Kelsie stops typing and looks up, “The Collector huh. A high profile kidnapper to the highest bidder. No one knows who he is or how he gets his victims. I heard from my sources in the FBI that every agent sent after him never comes back. They even set-up a sting with their best looking female operative, put her into the city’s club scene, built her up as the next upcoming supermodel/actress. Surrounded her with the best security, tracking devices and 24 hour surveillance and the Collector still got her ...

Spring Break It was the spring break of my sophomore year in high school. I had been into bondage for several years and had been reading many stories on self-bondage and reading many techniques on different positions, time-release mechanisms, and just general experiences. Until recently, I was just doing simple self-bondage, the usual hog-tie (very escapable and nothing spectacular about it), tying myself to a chair, crudely tying myself to a bed, and very basic tying (tying ankles, hands and lying on the floor to struggle). But slowly, my collection of toys began to grow. Going from ripped T-shirt material and bandanas to ball gag harnesses, double locking handcuffs, rope, and leather straps. I had always had the key to my cuffs near me and I almost never stayed bound for more than 20 to 30 minuets, but today was going to be different. ...

Spring Break 2 by: Simpleton Well, it’s now another spring break. I wrote about my spring break over a year ago and recently had a better experience that occurred on spring break. So here it goes, I hope you enjoy it. I could barely fall asleep from the night before, just waiting for the 7 AM silence and the knowing that I had roughly 10 hours and the entire house to myself, with no interruptions. It was a great feeling. Usually I only practice self bondage for the sheer restraint, if I climax, I have to get undone as fast as possible. But today was going to be different. I was about to perform one of my longest sessions to date. ...

* Spring Cleaning I had the day off today due to a holiday, but it was one of those days that only some companies let you off on, but others didn’t. In this case, it was the 4th of July and it happened to fall on a Sunday. I figured the mall would be packed from everybody else having the day off, so I decided that running a few errands and getting a little R&R. For some reason I had woken up early today so I was able to get the errands done before lunch. As I was driving home, I remembered something, the cleaners come today, and I bet they don’t have it off. ...

Hello, my friend! I know it has been entirely too long since I sat down at the keyboard and banged out a story. But I finally did the other day, and thought you might get a kick out of it. It doesn’t have a name or maybe it’s “The Story With No Name.” PS - if you post an e-mail address for me, please use [email protected]. Keep well - and keep warm! ...

It had been a long and trying week, with lots of stress. I really badly needed to be bound. It had been a little while since I had tied myself up, and with the stresses of the week I could really use it. I started by taking a good hot bath with lotion. I made sure my legs were shaved (I had neglected them this week thanks to being too busy.) The hot bath helped to loosen up some tired muscles, and also relaxed me mentally. After my bath I blow dried my hair and placed it in a bun. ...

The click of her heels echoed across the almost-bare room as she approached the bed. Then silence. He tugged on the silken bonds at his wrists, struggling in vain to release himself so he could pull his blindfold off and look at this woman who was teasing him. He could hear nothing to indicate she was still in the room. He was afraid she had left until one side of the bed dipped lower with her weight. He expected to feel her hand on his naked thigh, but she made no move to touch him. ...

A SUMMER NIGHT’S TORTURE This story is intended for the entertainment of open-minded adults only. If you are easily offended, stop reading now. This story may be posted and distributed freely, provided that this statement is attached. The author retains all rights of ownership. My plans were done, designed weeks in advance. I have practiced self-bondage ever since I was a 5 year-old boy and, as I got older, the scenes just got more and more intricate. This time, I was going to be locked outside for most of the night, and if I didn’t recover the keys by dawn, I’d have to stay outside all day in the most compromising of positions! ...

This is a story that every person who loves being tied well, (and, in my case, wearing tight things) should find absolutely wonderful! My name is Blake, and, believe me, I am no stranger to this… I have loved the look and feel of being tied up while wearing tights and leotards ever since I was a little kid! I know there are lots of you that can probably relate to how this particularly fun, exciting and very sexy part of my life got its start. ...

I had been dating Tanya for over six months, during that time we had tried several sessions which involved bondage but tonight was going to be different. Tanya had asked me to meet her at a house belonging to one of her girlfriends at 8pm that evening. As I rang the doorbell my heart pounded wondering why she had asked to meet at her friends house. Knowing how playful Tanya could be, I was very wary about this meeting, as Tanya had a knack for springing surprises on me, but before I had any more time to contemplate her motives the door open and literally my jaw hit the ground, in front of me was Tanya dressed from head to toe in a body hugging cat suit. I first thought the suit was latex because of the sheen from it’s surface but as I approached and hugged her I smelled the smell of leather, abruptly she pushed me inside brushing away my embrace. ...

Tempted The throaty sound of Mark’s Ferrari receded down the long curving driveway. Helen jumped excitedly in front of the bedroom mirror. This was too good a chance to miss! He would not be back until at least mid afternoon, and for once he had forgotten to restrain his favourite slave. She looked down at the golden ring that peeped so cheekily from the neatly trimmed tuft of golden hair between her legs. There were so many ways to chain a ringed girl. She ran her fingers lightly down over her breasts to test their shape. They were as perfect as a girl could hope for. Her nipples were erect even before she touched them, as usual. They were guaranteed to turn a man’s head, even if she dressed with impeccable modesty. ...

* * The Favor by Studbound “Won’t you do it, just for me?” she begged. “I would be too embarrassed,” he explained. “It’s just not something I can do.” “But it’s nothing really. All you would do is model some clothes and toys. That’s it.” “And the swim suit?” “Oh, yes, you would wear your black suit. The one you wear when you race.” “So,” he said, “you want me to parade around in front of a bunch of strange women wearing almost nothing. I don’t think so.” “Only five or six women,” she said. “And Mistress Domina. It would mean so much to me. I don’t ask you to do much. What could it hurt?” ...

* If you read my last tale, Dressed to Thrill, you will know the about the rather special relationship I enjoy with my gardener. (If you didn’t let’s just say we’ve cultivated more than sweet peas.) As you can probably imagine I always keenly anticipate his visits and wonder what devilment he has engineered for our mutual pleasure each week. It was therefore very disappointing when he telephoned on Wednesday to suggest that as the grass wouldn’t need mowing tomorrow we could visit the local garden centre together and review the planting list that I’d been pestering him for. (You see he does actually garden for me as well!) No, he couldn’t stay afterwards as he was in the middle of a big landscaping job. Well, I was a little put out at the prospect of having to pleasure myself until next week, but had to admit the garden did need some work. ...

* When Geoff took me home after our summerhouse adventure he was still full of suppressed excitement. My intuition told me we weren’t finished yet and so when he casually produced a rich cream envelope and asked me what I was doing the following day I knew I was about to find out. The envelope trembled in my hands, through exhaustion after the day’s events or through anticipation, I didn’t know. It contained an equally rich invitation, heavily embossed in black and gold. The realisation finally sunk in. ...

_ *The Horse_ A mechanical engineers experiment with self bondage and automated release By: the techster After my first experiment with the stocks I decided to try something new and more portable. I began with the “bondage horse” concept but did some careful measurements so it would be very secure, not like the “one size fits all” approach of most bondage furniture makers. I experimented with the legs of the horse and discovered that most bondage horses are nothing more than modified saw horses and lack the secure restraint and stability that a pro-domme really wants. ...

story The Interview by Studbound ANNOUNCER: Ladies and Gentlemen, it is with pleasure that we here at Station KYNK now bring you the Arthur Prystone Show. As you regular listeners know, every week Arthur goes to the home of some citizen in the area and interviews him or her. Candidates for an interview usually have something interesting, an event, special talent, or discovery that is relevant for our audience. So now we go to Arthur Prystone. ...

* * The Jumbo Sale by Studbound Some years ago, my wife Lisa and I went to a jumbo sale on a Saturday. We noticed some pieces of unusual equipment on one of the tables, somewhat out of the way. There were some handcuffs and two things I couldn’t identify. We asked the man running the sale about them. He said it was rather embarrassing but apparently the couple who had owned the house before had been into what he called “that tie-up stuff” and he and his elderly wife just wanted to get rid of all the “bondage junk” because it took up a lot of space. There was a lot more, he said and he said he’d give it all to us for fifty quid. ...

The Marriage The first time I saw Arthur I thought he was ugly and skinny, and never look at him twice. But he fell in love with me immediately and every opportunity he could find he would come to speak with me, he called me several times saying I was the woman of his life, that he would do anything to marry me. Few months have passed and I started to grow fond of him, and I guess I had a little pity on him, because of him being always alone, I had never seen him with a girl before. But he was very nice to me like no one I ever knew. He also had a very good position in a firm and made lots of money. ...

* In the early hours, as I prepared for bed, all thoughts of sleep abruptly vanished as the badger camera alarm erupted. Maybe tonight that timid nocturnal creature would reward me with the award-winning photographs that I so badly wanted. Investigation however revealed the garden visitor to be my next door neighbour and, horror of horrors, examining my favourite bondage magazine, left on the bench after I had been perusing it earlier that evening. ...

Angela had been doing self bondage for 10 of her 28 years, and while she did enjoy “regular” BDSM, she had little time to look for a partner. Plus, self bondage does have some elements that were exclusive. For instance only being able to be released after so much time, and the feeling of anticipation while self bound. Particularly when “extras” are added to the session. Angela loved extras, and generally added them to her self bondage. ...

This is the first story I am posting to the net. I’ll post the remainder of the story if I get any reasonable feedback. Of course that’s awfully selfish of me considering how much I have enjoyed stories by Dierdre, Jym, Kristen, M1ke Hunt and many others, and I never wrote to them letting them know what I liked… I welcome commentary and suggestions…I have written around 25 stories, none of them published anywhere and I may go back and edit them for the newsgroups. I find writing these is a welcome break from the psychological thriller novel I’m writing that seems destined to go unfinished… ...

Angie MacDougal glanced at the clock and sighed. Almost 4:30 on the second Friday of the month …. she’d better start getting ready. She headed for the bathroom, unbuttoning her blouse as she went. She shucked it off and dropped it, kicking it moodily out of the way, and looked into the mirror, naked to the waist but for her bra. She put her hands on her flaring hips, frowning as she inspected her image critically. She knew she was good looking, but she thought her mouth was too wide for perfection and she would have signed a five - year lein on her soul for blond hair instead of the rich brown silk that framed her face. Joe “said” he liked her hair, but the models in his magazines were all blondes. ...

* “Damn”, I heard my husband say. “I’m one girl short for the convention this weekend, and I know I’m not going to be able to find one on short notice. “What are you looking for honey,? I asked him. “Do you need another model?' “Yes I do, and there are just none available for the weekend. It’s kind of a specialized job, and there aren’t many girls who will do it.” “How about me? I used to model before we got married, and since you will be busy at the convention this weekend, I have no plans”. ...

The Renter by Studbound Chapter 1 - Signing the Lease I spent two years at the University living in the dorms. That was enough. I vowed to find something else for my Junior year - something nearby if possible, but away from the noise and often chaos of underclassmen. But my search continued to turn up either something far too expensive, too far away, two small, or some other problem. I had almost resigned myself to a return to good old McGintery Hall when I saw an advertisement in the local campus newspaper:“Wanted, renter male or female, to share rent with three women, large house, private room and bath 555-358-2829.” ...

(story continues from The Renter 9&10) The Renter by Studbound Part 11 The Spies “It seems we have competition,” Lila announced one afternoon. She had just finished with two clients, and in talking to them, she had learned that another group had opened up a similar enterprise across campus. “They call themselves Bondage Unlimited,” she complained. “And they advertise prices cheaper than ours. And they have the gall to claim that they do a better job - better bondage, more ’exquisite’ and better to fulfill fantasies.” ...

(story continues from The Renter 11&12) * * The Renter by Studbound Chapter 13 Birthday, part 1 I tend to be a very sound sleeper, and it takes me a while to fully wake up in the morning. My parents used to claim they could walk around in my room and I wouldn’t even stir in my sleep. So it shouldn’t have surprised me to discover that my wrists were fairly well tied to my bed by the time I completely realized what was happening. ...

(story continues from The Renter 13&14) * * The Renter by Studbound Chapter 15 Robbery Now, as I’ve said, I’m a rather sound sleeper. But for some reason, I woke up Saturday night. Something didn’t feel right, and I couldn’t tell what it was. I heard something - maybe felt something - to this day I don’t know what it was. I thought someone looked into my room, and then went away. I listened, and dimly I thought I heard voices. It’s two flights down from my room to the main floor, and, after pulling on a pair of boxer shorts, I slowly moved out into the hall and to the head of the stairs. I was then sure that I heard voices - men’s voices. ...

(story continues from The Renter 15&16) * * The Renter by Studbound Chapter 17 The Parent A while back, Ruth’s Baptist parents had arrived, and the women had bound me and put me in the basement for safe keeping during their visit. No such manifestations were necessary when my own father turned up suddenly one day. Since his third divorce, my father had traveled, selling whatever it was that he sold, and one never knew when he might pop up. I was always happy to see him - he was, after all, paying the bills for my college education. And I had the bright idea of tapping him for an increase in my allowance. ...

(story continues from The Renter Pt 10) * * The Renter by Studbound Chapter 21 Gambling Part 2 Two couples sat in the four chairs in the center of the dungeon. Two girls, probably around twenty years old, sat on my right, their boy friends sat in the chairs facing them. All four were bound to the chairs, gagged, and looking at each other, making playful noises, struggling and enjoying the sensation of tight bondage. The boys wore the requisite jock-o-thongs, the girls thong g-strings and were topless. Strategically placed ropes set off their breasts nicely. From the bulges in the jock-o-thongs, it was obvious that the boys were enjoying everything that was happening. ...

(story continues from The Renter 21&22) * * The Renter by Studbound Chapter 23 Experiments Surprisingly enough, Lila, Ruth, Victoria and I often got into very philosophical discussions. One morning, at the breakfast table, I was talking with Ruth about why people like to be tied up. We speculated that it was perhaps something in their past, or the sensation of helplessness. Victoria came up from the basement, and behind her was the policeman who had done the endurance-bondage with us a couple of weeks earlier. He had obviously spent the night with Victoria, and the marks on his wrists indicated that he had been tied up some or all of the time. (I discovered later that he and Victoria had become an item - they had been dating, and were spending considerable time together). ...

(story continues from The Renter 1&2) The Renter by Studbound Part 3 Curiosity I settled into my new digs, finding them actually very comfortable. The steady stream of clients downstairs, mostly men but a few women, didn’t bother me at all, and I got used to seeing strangers waiting in the living room either making an appointment or their turn to be tied up somewhere in the house. My girl friend, Sarah, visited me a few times, and once stayed the night. That didn’t seem to bother my hosts, Lila, Ruth, or Victoria, who went about their lives as normal. ...

(story continues from The Renter 3&4) The Renter by Studbound Part 5 Retribution My prolonged sojourn into voyeurism watching the local star, Vanessa Starlight, meant that I missed my date with my girlfriend. Now Janice is most understanding and when I explained that I had gotten involved in the library, and lost track of the time, she understood. No problem. We would get together again the next afternoon. Janice came to the house about three, and we sat and chatted for a while in the comfortable living room. She had, of course, been there a number of times before, and had stayed a couple of nights. So she knew where my room was, and something about the house. ...

(story continues from The Renter 5&6) The Renter by Studbound Part 7 Frustration I think what surprised me more than anything else was that she suggested it. In fact, she came right out and asked me directly if I would like to try it. The she was my girlfriend, Janice. And what she said really caught me off guard. We had been out on a date, and I was taking her home - to her place. We walked because the restaurant was near the campus, and it was a nice warm evening. As we approached her apartment, where she shared a room with a friend, she became quiet for a while. We walked along together holding hands. It was just a nice finish to a nice date. ...

(story continues from The Renter 7&8) The Renter by Studbound Part 9 Super Bowl When I walked into the den on Sunday afternoon, I was surprised to see Victoria sitting there. She had two video tapes sitting on the coffee table in front of the easy chair, and it appeared as if she was getting ready to watch something. “Hi, Dave,” she said looking up at me. “Hi, Victoria. What’s up?” ...

(story continues from The Renter 17&18) * * The Renter by Studbound Chapter 19 The Party Part 2 I squirmed around in the trunk of the car doing what I could to free myself, but even in front of an audience, Lila had done her usual competent job of tying me up. Noises in the gag didn’t do any good either. The car drove for a rather long time as I bounced around, being thrown from side to side as the vehicle turned corners, rolling to the front when we stopped, to the back when the car resumed motion. ...

The job as aide to Senator Nichols had seemed like the perfect career move. Here was a chance for Nancy to gain some visibility and recognition in the political world. When, after three months on the job, the Senator asked her to help with the new penal reform proposals, she saw it as a chance to really make an impact. She moved to a new office just down the hall from the Senator and began her research. A couple of weeks later, she handed her preliminary findings to the Senator’s secretary and went back to work. The following morning, she was called to the her boss’ office. Unable to believe that her report had already been digested, Nancy wondered what she might have done to upset the Senator. She walked tentatively down the hallway with butterflies in her stomach, pausing at the mirror to check her make-up. She looked herself in the eye, took a deep breath and walked bravely into the waiting room. ...

As I looked around myself I couldn’t help but think that this was a strange place for me to be. Here I am a scrawny 20 year old male and I had just broken into a small bridal store. I had heard that they kept fairly large amounts of cash here overnight. I was searching around the cash register when I heard a noise behind me. Before I could react I felt hands grab and hold me while a cloth was held over my nose and mouth. There must have been something on the cloth because I soon passed out. ...

* I have discussed with Geoff, many times, my fantasies about being taken against my will by two, three or more men. He has likewise often offered to arrange this with some friends and every time I have willingly agreed. However this was some time ago and the reader should be aware that whilst I was a willing participant to what follows, I had also forgotten all about it… The Summerhouse ...

“Nnnunghh?” grunted Martha Adams as a sharp pain from her left nipple jolted her awake. Blinking away the sleep from her eyes she looked down at her breast and was aghast to see a large evil looking alligator clip biting into her tender nubbin. It was the type used by most electricians with serrated jaws designed for a firm, tight, solid connection. Her nipple was engorged with blood to a deep red stiffness, but it was no match for the strong spring and sharp teeth of the steel gadget digging into her flesh. She groaned, knowing all too well she could do nothing to remove it. Her Master wished it to be on her poor nipple and there it would stay! ...

* * The Test of Trust by Studbound “Do you trust me?” she asked him with a smile. “What do you mean?” he replied with a curious look. “Just that, do you trust me?” She was nineteen, average height with bright sparkling blue eyes. “Sure,” he said. He was twenty-one, muscular, an athlete who worked out daily. “Why do you ask?” “I wondered if you would trust me enough to do anything I asked you to do no matter how odd,” she said. She was her father’s favorite - he was a prominent lawyer with a significant reputation. The lawyer’s daughter had a wild side. That was drew him to her. She was exciting. She was unpredictable. She was unbearably sexy. She was sexy like her mother, a very quiet woman with the figure of a professional model. The daughter would look just like her mother some day. ...

* * The Trance by Studbound Sweat beaded up on his forehead and on his body making his skin damp and shiny. The sweat was from both exertion and from worry - perhaps fear. He struggled, but got nowhere. And he cursed his brother. The whole sorry fiasco was his brother’s fault. If he had only ignored his brother’s advice, he wouldn’t be in the terrible situation that now confronted him. ...

story The Wedding Gift by Studbound “Ron.” “Yes, Dad.” “What did you say to Kate this morning that got her upset?” “Oh, that.” He smiled. “Well, when I want to irritate her, I call her a Shanty Irishman. It always gets her goat, and she shouts something nasty back at me. It’s part of a game we play.” “She sounded serious. What was it she said?” “She said, ‘If I had my way you’d be hog-tied!” ...

*Winner of the 2001 Grand Story Writing Contest THUMP! By Stig THUMP! THUMP-THUMP! I was in my apartment trying to watch TV, but that damned noise from upstairs was getting on my nerves. I had never met the woman who lived in the apartment above mine, but if she kept that up much longer, It was going to happen soon, and it wouldn’t be pleasant! For now, I just decided to try the old “bang on the ceiling trick.” I stood on my chair and gave the ceiling a couple of whacks with a book ...

Today I can’t believe what happened. Our son was going to spend the night at his grandparent’s house. On the way out of the door my wife said she would call when she left her parent’s house so I could be ready when she got home. To her ready means tied up and ready to be tickled, I love it when she tickles me! She also allows me make it better because I can where some nylons and 4 black pumps. ...

I opened the door to let her in. “You silly old poohead,” she giggled, “wasting all your time fixing up this old house. Don’t you think you could put your time to better use ?” “Oh I don’t know,” I answered, “I suppose I could think of a few things to while away the time if I didn’t have to do this,” and smiled sidelong at her. Laughing, Gemma punched me in the arm playfully and bounced into the front room, throwing herself into an armchair. I reached for a can of Coke and then sat down in another chair beside hers. ...

* * She’d tied him like this and left him for a while. It was probably only 5 or 10 minutes, but he couldn’t tell for sure, since he was blindfolded. He couldn’t complain about it much, as there was a scarf with a knot in it in his mouth, tied around his head. He had let her tie him like this. He didn’t realize she would gag him, blindfold him and leave. Nothing to do but wait. His arms were a little sore, and there was a dull ache in his nipples, but otherwise he didn’t hurt anywhere. ...

(story continues from Tina) While our bondage and whipping sessions were intense, there was no way we could be successful in school, nor have social lives if I was tied all the time, or if Natasha’s ass was constantly blistered. Hence, we sort of settled on fortnight to bi-weekly sessions. There was no tit for tat either: I might paddle Natasha a couple times in a row and then be tied two or even three times before I did her again. I’m not counting me just sitting around in handcuffs and leg irons, or me giving Natasha “six of the best” on her bare cheeks. ...

* When I was growing up, I had three very close friends. My name is Tina. My friends’ names were (and still are) Alice, Gigi and Natasha. We were very close, did everything together and went everywhere together. Besides these three female friends, there were also two boys, George and Biff, who were in our group. As kids, we played together. In our early grammar school years, we played tag, hide ‘n seek, and other similar games. Later, as we grew older, we played all sorts of sports: baseball, football and volleyball. We girls also talked about boys a lot and the boys used to talk to us about girls. ...

8 8 Too Tight & Caught by Ellie I shouldn’t have skipped those extra links in the chain. The pull on my balls was just too much! Had to get free and release the load they held. Maybe I should explain why I did this to myself. The biggest employer in my home town had been bought out by a big conglomerate and they had pretty well shut things down while they figured out what to do with it. That put me and a lot of other guys out of work. I was lucky to get a job in a large city about 400 miles from home. Unfortunately, selling the house back there was impossible. There were 100’s of homes on the market, and no one was buying. That meant the family stayed there and I looked for a cheap place to live here. At least I could get home every couple of weeks. The new job meant a lot of travel so I was either on the road or home for the weekend. ...

We hope you enjoy “trapped” I could hardly say it is a story, because every bit of it is reality. I hope that your readers can understand the description of how to construct self-bondage stocks. In the future should I include metric mesurements? Trapped- By: the Techster An all too successful experiment with self-bondage stocks. I have several hobbies, one of which is self-bondage. I am always trying to dream up a new self-bondage trick that will place me in a helpless situation before my wife. My wife judges every new idea or device on an “Olympic Scale” from 1 to 10. Then the numbers are subtracted from the Ideal and the result is my penalty for less than perfection. We have eight judging points or criteria. These are: (1) creativity in the design of the device, (2) aesthetics (appearance) of the device (3) inescapability, (4) immobility of the one being restrained, (5) helplessness of the “prisoner” ( their inability to resist any and all torment) (6) Presentation of the one in bondage (are their most vulnerable and sensitive areas revealed attractively?), (7) sturdiness of the device (8) Simplicity of the device ( is it easy to reproduce ) ...

* “Do you trust me?” He asked, out of the blue. The were reading in the living room, each lost in their own book. She nodded, glancing up at him. “Of course I do! You know that.” She looked puzzled. “Why do you ask?” “Oh, ah… no particular reason.” He smiled. “Just curious.” “Your curiosity concerns me.” She said, but she was smiling. “I worry about what goes on in that clever mind of yours.” ...

* * Antonia had me tied to a chair, naked except for my black Lord & Taylor briefs. My hands were bound with handcuffs behind me and my ankles were securely fastened with leather straps to the legs of the wooden chair. A thick leather strap crossed my chest, holding me tight, too tight. She stood over me, dressed in a conservative business suit, and played with my stiff cock through the thin cotton. “You like this, steven? Isn’t this nice for a change? I’ll be the Mistress and you’ll be the slave,” as she stroked my meat. Letting go of my thick rod, she turned and walked away. “I’ll be right back, lover. Don’t go away,” she giggled. ...

I have been into selfbondage for over 20 years and into bondage almost 40 years. In that time I have tied many people in hundreds of ways.. When I was first married I tried to get my SO to tie me but her feelings were not into it. After a while I gave up and started tying myself. I became very good at it. But I knew I would get into something I could not get out of and she would find me all tied and gagged, what happened then is my story. ...

In all my years visiting professional dominatrixes, rather ironically, the most explosive, mind shattering orgasm I ever experienced occurred during a visit to an absolute newcomer and complete novice at the game. She had just left University and had become vaguely aware of the S/M scene at some Skin Two parties. (An English rubber and fetish magazine) Correctly surmising that playing at a mistress would earn her more than any job she was likely to get – and having very little capital, she set up shop by renting a room in a squat! After fitting it up with some bare essentials, she placed an advert and her picture in the relevant contact magazines, sat back and waited for some clients. I received one of the magazines early as I had a subscription to it and I wrote off right away. And so it came to pass that I was one of her first ‘customers’. ...

The following story is the first part in a series of stories that describe real self-bondage experiences of the author. I would appreciate any feedback you my have. [email protected] University Bondage: 101. While at graduate school, I would spend many nights working at school trying to crank out another couple of pages of the dissertation. For many students, this is an extremely stressful time, and I was no exception. It seemed the more stressed I got, the more I thought of bondage. I didn’t have the privacy at home I needed to satisfy my self-bondage urges, and so I started satisfying my need for bondage at school. ...

This is a work of erotic fiction. If you’re too young to legally read this, or if you think you might be offended if you read it, don’t. This story is copyright 1998 by SuthrnLrd. You can use it any way you want for your own personal enjoyment, but if you rip off my work and try to pass it off as your own, or if you archive my work and charge money to read it, then you suck. ...

* WAGON TRAINED by sin_dy The day was hot and humid. A perfect day to do outdoor bondage. Two days of on and off rains made my barn lot a sticky mess. Mud stuck to my shoes as I worked to stretch the manila rope from fence post to fence post. The rope was almost 100 feet long and by using a fence stretcher block and tackle set I was able to make it “bow string tight”. ...

story Wait until I get my Revenge How the story starts Mike and Tina are lovers since they met each other at the MIT. Mike had a strange hobby. He is creating bondage devices. Especially Self-bondage devices. Tina was a 26 years old woman with the measures ninty - sixty - ninty. She is 5,9 feet and has long brown hair and beautiful blue eyes. Mike loves his Tina. But he likes to annoy her. ...

8 8 Waiting For The Colonel The fantasy had been playing hard in my head for several days. Sometimes it became so real I could almost reach out and touch it. The Gestapo had recently become suspicious of my activities so I was picked up and taken to headquarters for questioning. The Colonel in charge is delighted to see a woman and decides to conduct the interrogation personally. Before he can begin however, he is summoned to an emergency meeting. He orders me taken to his private interrogation room and held there until his return. ...

* WATER BARREL BONDAGE My lovely, sweet wife likes me to dress as a sexy slut in her lingerie, stockings and hi-heels then bind my wrists behind my back. She then ties a length of rope around my wrists and wraps the two ends around my waist before tying them together in front before she spanks me while I lie helpless on the bed. After my spanking sessions, she has me strip all my female clothing off and make love to her while she pinches and slaps my still tender ass cheeks. ...

(story continues from Wendy) * WENDY WORSHIPS A WICKED WOMAN Part Six in a series by Sir Stephen While Wendy was at home writing self-humiliating poetry at her Master’s orders, Eric worked on finding a lesbian to help him top her. Visiting several of Albuquerque’s hipper stores, Eric noticed a local magazine called Kink. Answering one of Kink’s personal ads, Eric found himself explaining his situation to a young, butch-but-beautiful lesbian named Kim. Part Asian, part European, part butch, and all woman, Kim was experienced as a top and interested in helping a bottom with her first lesbian experience – a bottom she knew at this point only as “Naughty Girl.” ...

(story continues from Wendy) * WHATEVER WENDY WANTS Wendy Number Nine by Sir Stephen Wendy spent her week of slavery horny all day, every day at the library and begging for release each night. When she had to stand on a stool to reach a book on a high shelf, her customers were able to see and smell her juices flowing freely down her inner thighs. Those who took a peek up her short skirt were also able to see her bare assets. Wendy blushed as she fended off requests for increasingly sexual books and resources, and managed to get through each day without masturbating in the rest room only by drawing on her enormous willpower. ...

(story continues from Wendy) * WILD WILD WENDY Part Four in a series by Sir Stephen After they made love, Eric untied Wendy once again to allow her to prepare for bed, as both of them were tired. He retied her for sleep, though, with her wrists crossed at her navel and attached to a rope belt, and with her ankles and knees secured as well. Two strands went between her legs and cheeks to attach to this belt snugly. Wendy would be comfortable, horny, and secure. “Now if you have to get up, go ahead and wake me, but expect a good spanking if you do!” said Eric. Then he placed his underwear over her head with its crotch over her nose and rolled over to drift off to sleep beside her. Naturally, it took Wendy longer to go to sleep, as her bondage and the smell of his shorts were keeping her aroused. Were we to inquire into their dreams, we would find Wendy in her dream serving not just Eric, but a group of men and one mysterious woman in black leather chaps, while in his dream, Eric saw himself with Wendy in an outdoor setting, where strangely enough Wendy was wearing a fancy pink prom dress! ...

* WENDY WHEN WET Part One in a series by Sir Stephen Wendy was sprawled on her own somewhat frilly bed with a new lover. She might have been perfectly happy but she found herself unable to come. First Eric had licked her pussy quite prettily for about fifteen minutes, bringing her close, but not quite to her goal. Then he had slipped on a condom and entered her, gently and missionary style, and had managed to maintain a fairly vigorous thrust for a half-hour before he could no longer contain his semen. Still, Wendy had not climaxed, although the sheets were drenched from her pussy-juice and her face was ruddy with excitement. For his part, as he got up to dispose of the condom, Eric felt satisfied but somewhat chagrined at the fact that Wendy was so frustrated. ...

(story continues from Wendy) * Wendy Forever Part Ten in a series by Sir Stephen. Eric had the rest of the week off from his job at the high school, so Wendy decided not to release him completely from bondage for the rest of the week. Eric slept that night with his ankles and knees tied together, with his wrists tied crossed in front near his navel and attached to a rope belt around his waist, and with a pair of Wendy’s smelliest, stickiest panties over his face. He was not allowed to cum. ...

(story continues from Wendy) * WHIPPING THE WAX OFF WENDY Part Three in a series by Sir Stephen It was so hard for Eric to tear his mouth off of Wendy’s that it seemed he was stuck to her. Her mouth seemed the center of his existence, and he probed it with his tongue as he had probed it with his penis just moments ago. Surely he had no business doing anything else… He paused only to breathe and attacked her pouty, wet lips again. Eric stuck to Wendy’s mouth the way two sheets of contact paper bond when their adhesive sides are brought together. Could he be bruising her pretty mouth, still ruddy both with the lipstick he had applied and with excitement? So be it, he thought, invading her mouth still deeper, opening her jaw with his right hand and placing his teeth between her bite, prying her apart and licking her tongue and palate. ...

(story continues from Wendy) * Wandering Wendy Part Eight in a series by Sir Stephen After Wendy’s long hard day at the library, she drove home to Eric. Her vibrator was nearly spent, and so was she. As she got in the car, she remembered to flip her skirt back so that her bare bottom touched the car seat. It was hard to concentrate on the road, but she made it home. Eric was waiting, having gotten off early from his work. Wendy came in the house flushed with desire, with the juice from her pussy still lining the insides of her thighs like the rain on the storm-side of an Aspen tree. ...

(story continues from Wendy) _ *WENDY IN THE WOODS_ Part five in a series by Sir Stephen After a long week of waiting to be together, Wendy and Eric met on Saturday morning at Wendy’s apartment to go on a hike. Eric had spent the week shopping, and had many surprises in his truck. It was a glorious day, and Wendy wore khaki shorts, a sport bra under a T-shirt, and no panties, while Eric showed up in jeans and a short-sleeve shirt. Wendy explained that during the week, she had purchased a black chain bracelet, which she would put on when she felt like “playing,” as a signal to Eric. For now she kept it in her fanny pack. ...

(story continues from Wendy) _ *WEAVING WENDY’S WEB_ Part Two in a series by Sir Stephen with a DO Try This At Home bonus Originally published in Kink Magazine issue #3. After Wendy climaxed in her bathtub, Eric hugged her for a while before freeing her bound wrists from the shower rod. “Are you nice and clean now, slavegirl?” he asked. “Yes, if it pleases you, Master, replied Wendy, still breathing irregularly and somewhat shaken from her first orgasm in – was it four months? “Good,” said Eric, “A clean slave is a happy slave.” Everything was a blur to Wendy as she was led back, toweled, clean and happy, to her bedroom where the bondage had begun. There she was ordered to lie face down on the bed while Eric prepared more sections of rope. Eric recalled a poster he had seen advertising a rave – it had featured a model tied in a leg web, and a caption to the effect of “Tarsis will be displeased if you do not attend!” Eric tried to recreate the webbing he had seen. ...

(story continues from Wendy) * ONE WILLING WENDY Part Seven in a series by Sir Stephen After their experience with double bondage with Kim, Wendy and Eric did indeed grow closer: they decided to move in with each other. As neither had a large enough apartment, they decided to rent a house together for the increased privacy and space. The details of subletting their own apartments, renting a new house, and then moving consumed their energies for a couple of weeks. Several of their friends helped them with the move. In fact, Wendy gave copies of the new housekey to three of her friends so that they could help while she was at work at the public library. ...

* What Dreams may Come… True Story Written by: GaggedUtopia Many years have passed since I dated my wife, but it seems like yesterday. I often think back to one night in particular. It was our fourth date and our first time making love. In the after glow of sex, I held her close to me and asked what her deepest and darkest sexual fantasy was. With a wry smile, she patted me on the chest and told me that she liked me a lot, and didn’t want to scare me off. ...

* Would you do it here or there? Would you do it on the stair? From time to time I like to place myself at my wife’s mercy. She is NOT a fan of BDSM so when she discovers me nude, helpless, fully restrained by my own hand with appropriate toys for tease or torment (and the keys for my release) laid out before her; she has been known to take full advantage of the situation. ...

Hello Gromet. Here is one more story for your site. I love the feedback from readers, and I look forward to hearing from more people. Otto Dix [email protected]_ Zipped and Shocked Friday morning finally came. The whole family was leaving won for three days, and leaving me behind. I had been looking forward to these couple of days for many weeks, carefully planning my self-bondage session. I definitely wanted to include randomly timed painful shocks to my penis. This really adds a new dimension and level of excitement to being inescapably bound. I also wanted something new, and I found what I was looking for from the tips section of Gromet’s site. ...