Nosex on Gromet's Plaza Archive

Self Bondage Discovered in the Woods

Mon, 22 Oct 2018 00:00:00 +0000

I had experimented with self bondage for a while. It had been restricted to solo experiences. Then I discovered a site where I could post naked pictures of myself and there was also a forum with local sections. I posted on the forum I was looking for others to join in outdoor naked photo sessions. A few answered they were interested and I emailed back and forth with one guy for a bit expressing what I was looking for.

The Ransom Payment 1: Kidnapped

Sun, 08 Oct 2017 00:00:00 +0000

Part 1: Kidnapped

I am driving to the location given to me in the instructions after stopping by the bank and withdrawing $5,000. The amount seemed a paltry sum considering how much my husband was worth, but, it was what they demanded in the text.

Tyler, my husband, had been out of the country for a business meeting and was two days overdue when the text came. The text had been sent from Tyler’s phone but had obviously not been composed by him. He only used proper words when he texts and this message was written in the shorthand lingo used by teens and lazy typists.

The Battle of Cat-Fury

Sat, 06 May 2017 00:00:00 +0000

(This is a repost - The original lives at: https://fetlife.com/users/12075/posts/1538549 )

(The following is an old, but entirely true, story)

Once upon a time, I convinced my wife to chain me down to the bed for some S/m play and hot bondage sex.

It is not a mood I’m able to pull out of her frequently, and I was really getting into it.

We had a King-Size bed. She had chained me 4-points to each corner of the bed, taughtly. I couldn’t reach any of the anchor points, or otherwise move even an inch in any direction.

Long Time Bound

Wed, 26 Mar 2014 00:00:00 +0000

The story you are about to read is based, in part, on true events. It is difficult to estimate what percentage is true & how much fabrication, but I would guess somewhere around 70/30 in favour of the truth. I will, however, leave it up to you, the reader, to decide which of the events described below actually occurred & which are simply a product of my vivid, bondage obsessed imagination. A word of caution before you start, however: the elements of the story that seem less plausible are more often than not factual, whilst some of the more mundane stuff may be simply fabricated to make the plot flow smoothly. It’s up to you to decide….

Lisa

Mon, 12 Aug 2013 00:00:00 +0000

My phone rang one Saturday morning a couple of months ago. It was my brother, Sam, asking me to check on his daughter, Lisa, as he and his wife hadn’t heard from her in over a week. I told him I’d take ride over to her place and tell her to give him a call. I called her myself and got no answer so I hopped in my truck and headed out to the outskirts of town.

Kidnapped by a Friend; Delivered to a Stranger

Tue, 14 May 2013 00:00:00 +0000

I would first like to confirm that I enjoy the company of women. They can be so soft, charming, intelligent, sensitive, and yet reduce a guy to the status of bumbling idiot with just a flutter of their eyelashes. I suppose that my respect for the opposite sex has removed from my mind any desire to engage in bondage with a member of the female gender. But men are another matter. Strange as it may seem, I find great excitement in sharing bondage adventures with other guys. In my crazy teenage years, I shared tie-up adventures with male friends and cousins that left me with a great enjoyment for male bondage. After one experience with a cousin my same age, I have always enjoyed the sensation of seeing another guy tied up, and made helpless and vulnerable. Sexual gratification was never intentionally a part of the tie-up games, but as we got older, sometimes the surge of excitement would lead to involuntary things happening that would fall into that category. We just overlooked it, and gradually got over any feelings of embarrassment or concern if it happened. In later years, while watching movies of guys tied up, gagged, blindfolded, or being placed in some bondage situation, I would squirm in my seat and feel the need to adjust my trousers much of the time. Though attempting to be discreet in the process, it sometimes proved embarrassing during my dating and courtship years. As we finished our formal education and began our professional careers, my friends and I all moved our separate ways. Though we kept in touch, the tie-up games we enjoyed became few and scattered–or discontinued altogether. But then the age of computers erupted into a whole new world of bondage “sites”, and I have become a steady visitor. It was on a male bondage site that I met a young man who seems to mirror my interest in bondage with other guys. We got acquainted online, shared ideas, and since we only lived a half hour drive from each other, decided to meet. Grey and I hit it off immediately, and even now continue to meet as often as we can to share ideas and bondage adventures with each other. We have developed a great friendship, including respect and trust. I am pretty sure that Grey is not gay–not that it matters at all. We just enjoy each other’s company and creativity in the sport of tying each other up.

Cuckolded

Tue, 03 May 2011 00:00:00 +0000

Chapter 1: The Realization Cynthia sat sitting with her mother outside her mother’s house on the patio overlooking the pool. “What’s wrong?” her mother asked her. She looked off into the garden area, slowly sipping on her cocktail, pondering what she was going to tell her mother and started to think back…. Cynthia was 33. She was a professor teaching business courses at the University when she met, Mike, her husband. He was a computer science major working on his masters and took some business classes to round out his curriculum. She was quite stunning. She was 6 foot 2 inches tall with out heels, very slim, buxom, chiseled features from a natural fitness level that came easy for her. She was always immaculately dressed with some sort of leather fashion included in her ensemble. He was mesmerized from the first time he saw her. She was in explicably drawn her to student, 11 years her junior at the time. She couldn’t explain why. He was fit, but much smaller than she was. At only 5'6", she towered over him. She was drawn to his professional attitude and maturity from the moment she talked with him. His intelligence was beyond belief. A 4.0 for a semester was the routine. His master’s project had been to work with some engineering students to create a new innovative product. He had the engineers create a bar code reader for fridges. As the primary inventor, he had the primary rights to the product. The program involved reading bar codes from food products put into the fridge, recording the dates entered, and assigned a best before date. The computer would alert the home owner when food was expired or running low or needed to be replaced. All automatically. The product needed to find an investor and needed to be sold to a major refrigerator manufacturer. One day, after class, towards the end of the course, he had approached Cynthia. They were both drawn to each other. He asked her questions about investors, business plans and if she could offer any advice….. one thing led to another… a few dinners…. business meetings…. the more and more time they spent together… the more they found that were attracted to each other. The age and size differences occasionally drew looks from others, but they fell in love with each other. Cynthia believed that he had an amazing product and called on one of her old school friends. John and she were in the same undergraduate business class’s years before. She earned her PHD. He went on to be a very successful entrepreneur. Cynthia introduced Mike to John one afternoon at his office down town. John was 6'3", 285 lbs and a towering imposing figure. He was all most intimidating to Mike, but John’s pleasant smile and easy going attitude put him at ease. Cynthia prodded Mike to show John what his idea was. After showing the schematics, estimated costs, results from the prototype testing and customer survey data, John was impressed. They drew up a partnership agreement formed a company and Mike was now … essentially… very well off financially. “I think this is going to be the beginning of a beautiful friendship” John said. With in a year, Cynthia and Mike were married. “Well mum…” she paused.” I love Mike." she said, choking up a bit. Her mother looked at her knowingly. “Let’s me guess” her mother said. “You are totally in love with Mike… but something is missing. Am I right?” she said. She sipped her drink holding the long brown cigarette in her hand. Its smoke gently swirling around the glass. Her daughter nodded. She took a long, slow drag on the cigarette, deeply inhaling the smoke… holding it in and slowly easing it out… " I know what’s going on… He’s very very good orally… but too small down there…" she said. Cynthia’s eyes blinked. “Mum… how do you know that?” she asked. “A mother can tell” she said looking at her daughter… lovingly. Cynthia sniffled a bit. “He’s so fantastic with down there with his mouth. I can cum over and over and over. He’s just… not big enough for me. He’s 5 inches…” “That’s OK. He’s a small fellow. That’s actually average. You need something… bigger to satisfy you… don’t you?” Cynthia nodded… sipping on her drink again. She, herself, took a long deep sensuous drag on her long brown cigarette, holding it in in… a mirror image of her mother. She blew it out. She felt relieved. Seemingly, her mother knew. Her mother leaned toward her. “Cynthia. I have something to tell you. I need you to just listen. But I think this will help you save your marriage.” She reached over taking Cynthia’s hand. “You need to cuckold him.” Cynthia pulled her hand back from her mother. “Oh My God mum.” “Just hear me out” her mother said sitting back holding her hands up… one holding the drink and smoke… Her mother turned and looked away for a moment. Not looking at Cynthia, she spoke. “Do you remember after your father died… and you were away working on your masters and PHD those 3 years…?” Cynthia remembered the car crash, the funeral, and her mother insisting that life goes one and supporting her in her quest for her doctorate. “Yes mum… I remember” she said. “Well… I never told you this… but Daniel is not your ‘first’ step father… " Cynthia looked at her puzzled.”What do you mean?” “He’s actually your second”. Cynthia sat there dazed. Blinking. Not quite sure if she heard her mother accurately. She didn’t say a word. “A while after your father died… I met a man. I think I was just lonely. He was there. We became quite fond of each other. And well, we quietly married. I didn’t tell you because I thought you would be upset.” Cynthia sat and stared at her. “We kept it quiet. He was a wonderful man. Wonderfully talented with this oral techniques… but not well endowed. He confessed to me one night that he secretly cross dressed when he was younger. I didn’t know what to say or do. It took a week or so and I realized that I loved him, but needed to have more than his oral skills. He actually suggested cuckolding him.” Cynthia took another large gulp of her drink and another deep drag on the smoke. “So, after doing some research, I found a place that could help me do that…” “Do what?“Cynthia asked. “Turn him into a sissy cuckold.” Cynthia slumped into her chair. “Oh My God.” she said. Her mind raced back to visiting her mother when she was on a break from her studies. The maid that her mother had hired to look after the house was actually…. her stepfather. Her mother could read her mind and nodded. “Yes. Maria was actually Martin. We turned him into a submissive sissy maid. He looked after me for 4 years. Four wonderful years. He cooked, cleaned, took care of the house, paid bills, took care of my ’needs’ including occasionally finding me a bull to satisfy my need for a real man.” Cynthia continued to stare at her mother. “This is all probably quite a shock to you… but… I think I will help you to understand a few things.”

What's Going to Happen to Baby Jane?

Wed, 17 Jun 2009 00:00:00 +0000

Summary: Jane gets a job in a nursery, but her unstable co-worker runs her through the automated infant care system. (Part of a series of cartoon-themed stories written for a real-life couple. - J.)

Jane had expected that her new job at the nursery would be a lot of work, but it was turning out extremely easy. A state-of-the-art automated system did all of the menial chores of tending to the babies’ needs: the days of changing diapers, washing and feeding were over, and all she had to do was monitor the nursery and make sure that everything was functioning normally.

An Ensign's Fantasies 19

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

(story continues from An Ensign’s Fantasies 18)_

Part 19

The following narrative is that of a retired Starfleet commander. Though many of the narrated details did actually occur all names are fictitious and locales and dates are changed to prevent individual identification. —————————————————————————————————————————

Janet and Joe lived together while both worked at the same company. Janet had to train for her security position. Firearms training was relatively easy. However martial arts was another matter. Despite numerous bruises she actually enjoyed it. For her own personal experience she went into flight training to be able to fly a glider on her own.

Health Club

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

I have a T-shirt with the saying “It’s been so long since I’ve had sex, I can’t remember who ties who” and have worn it to the aerobics club on a couple of occasions with no more than a grin or so in reaction from others. Finally a woman took notice in a more than casual way. The class had been a good workout and we were both drenched in sweat afterwards, when she came over to where I was standing. She was pretty good-looking, sort of tall with dark brown hair and a slim build. Her eyes were dark and she was dressed in a black workout suit. She told me she was watching during the class and thought I was doing pretty good for a guy. I told her I tried to do my best and enjoyed following a woman’s lead. With that she looked at me a bit closer and asked if I would like to learn the answer to my T-shirt’s question. I got flustered as usual, and my dick got hard and I spluttered a yes. She then told me to meet her at the counter in thirty minutes and be ready to go.

Helen's Journey 2: Therapy Begins

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

(story continues from Helen’s Journey)

Part 2: Therapy Begins

“Nervous?”

“Terrified, actually.”

Bradley Scott nodded, gesturing toward a chair placed next to his door. “You know,” he said softly, “we don’t have to do this.”

Helen Adler sighed softly as she slowly took a seat, her eyes measuring the distance between her chair and the one Brad now occupied on the other side of the room. Seemingly satisfied with what she saw, she shook her head. “Yes,” she said softly, “we do.”

Long Time Bound

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

story continues from part one

Long Time Bound 2

The bare bones of this story are based on facts. These events have then been embellished, enlivened and enriched with large helpings of fantasy and fiction, to create the story you are about to read:

The age-old question: How do you first broach the subject of bondage with a woman? This has been a cause of some vexation for me over the years. After all, it’s not to everyone’s taste, and you risk scaring them off if you just blurt out the fact that you like being tied up, and even more so if you imply that you want to tie her up. It can also be quite embarrassing if you don’t know how your intended target is going to react. The subtle approach, I have come to conclude, is usually the best way. Try to pick up on something she’s said – however innocent and unconnected to the subject that might be – and then attempt to steer the conversation around to your own agenda. Then, if she shows any sign of interest at all – and provided she hasn’t run a mile - gradually let her in on your fantasies and obsessions.

Long Time Bound

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