Nylon on Gromet's Plaza Archive

Shoe Store Robbery

Tue, 21 Dec 2021 00:00:00 +0000

Clerk Janet May and store manager Jack Offutt had a quiet day at the shoe store. Few customers have been in since opening. The light work day gave these two young employees time to enjoy each other. During lunch break they would lock the door and place a sign, “back in 30 minutes” on the glass and have an enjoyable sexual romp. This would give them enough time to have a “quickie” or a blow job before the store reopened from lunch. Of course, 10 minutes before closing time, two customers decided to shop.

The Handmade Basket

Fri, 11 Jan 2019 00:00:00 +0000

Trevor had been making wicker baskets for more than twenty years and had built up a thriving business exporting all over the world with his standard and bespoke lines, he prided himself on being able to make a basket to almost any design and had created some really amazing ones. He has several commissions to complete this week so time to get stuck in.

Before he could get going the door bell rings and who should it be but Lori, the last person he wanted to see, she hangs around the workshop regularly and is a bit of a pain, although she is a stunner, very small but with a stunning figure and a really beautiful face, but she is still a bloody nuisance always turning up when he’s really busy.

Tantalised

Sun, 11 Nov 2018 00:00:00 +0000

story continued from part one

Part Two

For a few seconds, the sound of the closing door reverberated around the room, rattling the metal shelves on which were stored thousands of pairs of tights and stockings. But this cornucopia of hosiery in all its variety of styles, sizes, colours and deniers, was of no interest to Fiona right now, as her focus was centred upon the numerous pairs that had been taken from their packets and used to enshroud her. Just how many pairs was she encumbered by altogether? Including the pair worn in conventional fashion, she estimated that there were eleven. She may have miscalculated of course, such had been the whirlwind nature of her journey into this world of encasement, that she really wasn’t certain whether a pair or two might have slipped her notice.

Tantalised

Sun, 11 Nov 2018 00:00:00 +0000

Part One

Fiona gazed out of the window at the October sunset and smiled. The slim, attractive, twenty year old was more than pleased with her first week working here, but now she was looking forward to a quiet weekend of relaxation. She checked her watch. Nearly four thirty; only half an hour to go now. As this fact registered in her brain, however, the door opened slightly and the head of her boss, Monica, suddenly appeared in the ensuing gap.

Shimmerdance

Wed, 13 Jan 2016 00:00:00 +0000

Short description: After a college girl Sarah accidentally sees the private pantyhose encasement video starring her dance instructor Janet, she gets intrigued by the fetish and decides to explore it fully by asking the same instructor for guidance.

Part 1.

“Yes my dears, and to learn the technique properly I’ll give you my private recordings of dance performances when I was your age. Luckily I still kept the footage at the bottom of some old stash. I know that you attend my classes for the fitness aspect, but try to learn some pro moves too.”

Bondage Boutique 6

Mon, 06 Apr 2015 00:00:00 +0000

(story continues from Bondage Boutique 5)

Part Six

Friday mornings were Nadia’s favourite. For the past two months she had built up a whole routine. She woke early, just past seven am. Lazily she would raise from her double bed. Nadia loved stretching across the expanse of the bed. Then she would prepare breakfast. Trying to maintain her trim figure she would preapre oatmeal with fruit and coffee to wash it down. Next a hot shower would help her wake up fully. Then she would hit the gym. After an hour of cardio and weights she would leave exhauted but content. Then she would religiously go to a cafe over looking a canal and sip a coffee. Watching the world pass by.

Early Bird

Mon, 09 Mar 2015 00:00:00 +0000

Jane had gradually pushed the risk/thrill level up more and more over the past couple of years as she had grown into her various fetishes, that’s how she found herself driving out into the forest park alone at one in the morning. She parked her car in the empty car park, turned the engine off and sat there for around twenty minutes. She went through the plan in her head again, watching and listening for anyone else around, building up the courage for her fantasy to become reality.

Dirty Laundry, Dirty Slut

Fri, 16 Jan 2015 00:00:00 +0000

Laundry day at our house is nothing less than an exhausting chore. I despise wearing my professional clothes when I get home, so I wear nearly two full outfits each day. I work hard, and I feel I deserve to be comfortable when I get home. However, we pay the price for my comfort on laundry day.

It was a Saturday. Between loads we were straightening things up around the house–dusting, washing dishes, various other chores–and by mid-afternoon things were fairly well in hand. She was folding the last load, and I was working on the closet in the bedroom when I came across an unopened pair of thigh-high stockings.

Emma and the Stable

Sat, 14 Jun 2014 00:00:00 +0000

Thursday: Billy Goat Gruff

Emma was a high school senior, but much to her disgust, she looked much younger. She had a slight frame and was on the small side. She thought she had a nice figure, but her young looking face and smaller size caused most boys to think of her as a little girl. This frustrated her greatly, so she had begun to wear more daring clothing, and walk with more hip swing, just to see if she could attract some boy’s attention. She was a woman damn it, and she wanted someone to notice. She knew that she looked damn hot without her clothes. She had looked in the mirror a few times while naked.

Difficult Pleasures

Thu, 31 Oct 2013 00:00:00 +0000

I loved having him tied up. He had always been so reluctant when I mentioned bondage to him, but he truly loved me - and oh God, he made a fantastic slave. So he put up with my kinky tendencies, letting me seduce him over and over into situations he always regretted. But there was something so totally empowering in knowing that I could have him at my beck and call whenever I wanted, doing whatever I asked him to make me feel like a goddess. I’d always been fascinated with feminization. Maybe it was growing up behind the shadow of two brothers, wishing I could show them how difficult it was to walk in my shoes as a woman (especially if they were high heels), or maybe it was just my own dominant tendencies but there was something so gratifying in making my man my woman. To know that he hated it (in our less kinky moments, he was brutally truthful with me) but did it. For my sake. And even when he was bound and sick with himself for how low he had once again gone for me, I could bring him to orgasm … even if he whimpered and mewled and begged through his gag for me to stop bringing him to the edge, over … and over … and over.

Fantasy Unlimited 3: The Second Visit

Tue, 26 Jun 2012 00:00:00 +0000

continued from part one

Fantasy Unlimited - The Second Visit

Background

Stephen and Gina are a couple in aged in their early forties, reasonably affluent, despite a family of young teenagers, and living in the United Kingdom near Bristol. Strongly heterosexual and happily married they nevertheless have some interesting tastes when it comes to sexual activities!!

After their last weekend away both Stephen and Gina had instigated “interesting” exploits at home but with a family it was so difficult to find enough time. They also missed the control element that had been experienced in their Belgian weekend as that added the sparkle to the whole adventure.

June’s Self Bondage Mistake 7

Fri, 07 Oct 2011 00:00:00 +0000

continued from part 6

Part Seven

After a satisfying meal and more satisfying conversation, June drove Darcy home. Hugging one final time, the girls said their good-byes and Darcy got out of June’s car. Walking slowly, and looking back several times at June, Darcy put her best sultry walk skills to work making June desire her even more. Looking back one last time, Darcy entered the apartment complex and was gone from June’s view.

June’s Self Bondage Mistake 6

Sat, 10 Sep 2011 00:00:00 +0000

continued from part 5

Part Six

June eventually cried herself to sleep, waking in the middle of the night on the couch. She was cold, thirsty, and worst of all, alone. No matter what Mary had told her, June would not believe that her extended business trip was anything but routine, believing that Mary would never come home again. Something terrible would happen, and Mary would be gone from her life forever, just like her parents, just like past lovers, just like anyone June let get close to her.

Stocking Fun with Dolly

Wed, 31 Aug 2011 00:00:00 +0000

The Sleep Study Part 2: Sleep Tight

Thu, 16 Sep 2010 00:00:00 +0000

continued from part 1

The Sleep Study Part 2: Sleep Tight

“Well, good morning Gene. I see by the readings you had a very active sleep segment.” Nurse Tracey entered the sleep study room where Gene Harris was barely awake. “Time to wake up, so I can take all of these electrodes and patches off so you can go home and enjoy your weekend.” Gene slowly sat up in bed, groggy, hazy and very unsure what happened overnight. As he swiveled around to sit up on the side of the bed, the nurse began to remove the EKG pads from his legs and chest and electrodes from the putty like substance in his hair.

The Sleep Study

Wed, 08 Sep 2010 00:00:00 +0000

“Good evening, I am Gene Harris, I am suppose to have a sleep study here tonight.” Gene Harris had been extremely tired over the last few weeks. After a visit to his family doctor to determine why he was always sleepy, his doctor recommended he have a sleep study to see if he has sleep apnea. The facility was an outpatient clinic, and Gene reported at 8:30PM, pajamas and pillow in hand.

Safety First

Mon, 01 Feb 2010 00:00:00 +0000

SLAM!!!

A muffled scream almost echoed through the house. It’s tough to scream much with a pair of pantyhose stuffed in your mouth, six strips of tape sealing it shut, a self-adhesive ace bandage wrapped over that and another four feet of tape wrapped around the bandage, just to make sure the hose didn’t “accidentally” slip out. I guess I wanted to be thorough this time, I just forgot about one little thing. I never thought that an open window could be such a pain in the…well…by the end of this ordeal, most everything hurt. I’ll start back at the beginning.

Wind Up Robin

Mon, 14 Dec 2009 00:00:00 +0000

“Well, I guess this is the place.” Robin McGillis said as she held up and matched the address in the paper with the address on the building. The place certainly didn’t look like a modeling agency. She hadn’t had a job for months.

Robin walked up and knocked on the door. A young woman with her blonde hair pulled back in a pony tail answered. She had a pleasant smile encased in orange lipstick that matched her nail polish. What really surprised Robin was the white lab coat she wore. “You must be the young lady who called about the job.”

Rookie Cop

Sat, 04 Oct 2008 00:00:00 +0000

Part I

Being a rookie cop new to the force this year, I was always assigned the worst jobs that nobody else wanted to handle.

This was my day off, but I got called in because everyone else was supposedly busy.

I knew I had to pay my dues and just deal with the mildly amusing abuse.

For this particular assignment I simply had to pick up a female fugitive detained by a bounty hunter and deliver the reward money once her identity was confirmed.

Heather

Sun, 03 Feb 2008 00:00:00 +0000

We have played with bondage before, but this night would prove to be different.

She was extremely horny and so was I…

Heather was wearing some of the most smooth and sheer tan pantyhose I have ever felt. To compliment, she was wearing a pair of shiny black, extremely high-heels. I could not keep my hands off her smooth legs and ass as we downed a few drinks.

She grabbed my boner and felt how horny I was and asked if I wanted to move with her into the bedroom. Without a second thought I got up, grabbed her arm and headed straight for her bedroom.

Winter in Austin

Sat, 19 Jan 2008 00:00:00 +0000

The night had been planned for a week, and the essentials worked out and in place now for two days as I awaited opportunity and a COLD night.

Opportunity: time alone without the wife worrying …

Cold night: the freezing rain on my nylon sheathed legs…

Be it known, this IS a true tale, and happened as I now relate.

The night came with temperatures near freezing, the mid thirties.

Fantasy Unlimited 2

Sun, 11 Nov 2007 00:00:00 +0000

continued from part one

Fantasy Unlimited - Part 2

Background Stephen and Gina are a couple in aged in their thirties, reasonably affluent despite a young family and living in the United Kingdom. Strongly heterosexual and happily married they nevertheless have some interesting tastes when it comes to sexual activities. This story takes place on a weekend when the children are away…… Part 2 – The weekend continues - Saturday through Sunday At 8-15am a buzzer woke them and a tannoy they had not previously noticed advised them that breakfast would follow in their rooms at 9.00 as promised. Guests were not to dress but to remain until instructed in their night attire. Finding the filmy black nylon a turn on Stephen soon returned to full erection and whilst they awaited the maids arrival with breakfast the two of them again made love. A light continental breakfast was served by different staff and just before 10.00 cleared away. At five past ten Helen and Claire entered the room. Stephen and Gina were told to take off the nighties and don simple cotton robes. “This morning you are due to receive beauty treatments ready for later on and the gowns are all you need for now. Follow us please” They walked down several corridors to a room labelled “Cosmetic treatments”. Going inside they were taken to different curtained off cubicles. Stephen was seated into a chair with several extendable arms and strap attachments and Helen announced that his legs were first to be prepared. “Do you want to be waxed or would you prefer a cream?”

Fantasy Unlimited

Sat, 06 Oct 2007 00:00:00 +0000

Five o-clock on a Friday afternoon is for most people going home time but for Stephen and Gina it was part way into the start of their holiday weekend at Fantasy Unlimited. They had caught the afternoon ferry and driven the short distance from Zeebrugge to Eekloo in the Flanders region of northern Belgium and had almost reached the suburban hotel that was their destination. They had booked with Fantasy Unlimited who, taking advantage of liberal continental laws, cater for couples interested in that broad spectrum of the erotic pleasures generally known as fetish by offering a range of escapist holidays. The breakaways are very popular, highly erotic and always fully booked well in advance. Although Stephen and Gina had been on weekend escapes before this weekend things were slightly different, as they were to test out a new “mystery” weekend holiday option and would be spending the weekend with no prior knowledge of, or detailed control over, what was planned. They had filled in personal fantasy questionnaires and mailed them back a few days ago therefore they knew the weekend would be tailored to their personal desires, but which ones? After parking the car at the rear of the ivy clad hotel they approached Reception and rang the bell on the Desk. Apprehensive, but excited, they had no idea of what was to come. All the joining instructions said with regard to clothing was “Pack light, all clothing will be provided for your stay from your arrival to your departure”. As far as the content of the weekend’s experience was concerned the information was contained in the simple statement, “Wait to be pleasured” A maid approached and led them to a room on the first floor that was to be their base for the weekend. Not just an ordinary maid of course this is, after all, a fetish holiday hotel and her costume was appropriate. Her whole image was of control and purpose. Beginning with towering thigh boots in glossy black leather with five inch heels and a crossing pattern of laces the eye was drawn upwards over sheer black nylon clad thighs to the briefest of mini dresses also in glossy black. With a white blouse emphasising her nipped in waist Stephen couldn’t help but be aroused whilst Gina was thoughtful. On arrival at the bedroom the maid introduced herself as Helen and told them to undress and put on the suits laid out on the bed. As they undressed she helped hang up their arrival clothes in the wardrobe. The suits were tight fitting rubber catsuits, complete with feet and mittens, and Stephen and Gina began to dress. Helen asked them to put on the long opera length rubber gloves before they slipped their arms into the sleeves of the cat suit. Once the suits were on they found that their top halves were completely enclosed in the rubber. Helen zipped up the back of the suits before opening a further cupboard to get out the rest of Stephen and Gina’s costumes. Seeing what they were to wear they gasped but realised that they had to go on. Both were in fact beginning to enjoy the sensations of the costumes which they wore themselves at home as often as they could be free of the children. The hoods they now saw were however not what they had ever chosen for themselves. These were sensation restricting and Helen advised them that for the first part of the evening they were to be unaware of their surroundings. Further gasps of amazement came from both of them but giving each other a kiss they continued to dress with bravado. The hoods had thickly padded earpieces and no eye holes so that the wearer was isolated from sight and sound, although the mouth was kept completely clear for safety and breathing. Just before the hoods were finally eased into place Helen advised them of their safety codeword and pointed out that radio links were in the helmets so they would be aware of some of what was to happen to them. Then she secured the hoods and suits so that Stephen and Gina were alone with their thoughts and sensations. Helen now had the two of them in an isolated state and summoned in Claire to assist with the rest of the dressing. Corsets were extended around them and laced tightly into place bringing mild sighs of delight from Gina and gasps of astonishment from Stephen for whom, despite being mildly transvestite, the experience of being tightly corseted was totally new. “I think I like it,” he gasped, “but I’ll let you know”. The final garments fitted were the same long thigh boots that the maids wore and again Stephen faced totally new sensations. Yes he had worn heels before but never such long, strong thigh boots. Standing them upright the maids moved them face to face and placing them into a hug picked up the microphone and spoke commandingly, “Kiss now please”. Both kissed the offered mouth although neither was sure that the mouth they were kissing was that of their partner. After a short period of hungry kissing Stephen and Gina felt themselves being separated and being led by the hand. For Gina, used to high heels, walking in the long boots wasn’t difficult but for Stephen some swaying was evident but he was managing. With the leather boots stiffening his stride and the heels arching his feet he was keeping upright with difficulty. After a short walk, although they did not know it, they were in the bondage room and being readied for the equipment. Cocooned inside the hoods all they were aware of was that the walk had stopped until the voice in the headphones said, “You are now being prepared for bondage, relax please.” Hands explored their bodies and steered them towards the equipment. For Stephen they had selected a St Andrew’s cross and he felt himself being gently inched backwards until the wood touched his spine. A belt was wrapped around his middle and the fastenings began. Helen gently spread his ankles to full stretch before fastening further straps around them and also further straps at knee and thigh level. His arms were pulled up above his head and also efficiently strapped into an extended X position. Unable to move he just had to wait for whatever was to follow. Gina meanwhile was being gently assisted onto a rack although of course she was unaware of that just yet. With her legs and arms spread into a gently spread X, straps were passed around wrist and ankles before the pressure began. The rack at Fetish Unlimited is not an extreme torture machine, but it is a pressure device all the same. Gina soon began to experience a tension throughout her body, which she found strange but relaxing. With them still in the bondage positions the two maids gently stroked and massaged their bodies, sometimes leaving them alone, then touching in unexpected positions. Stephen and Gina were in isolation and found the unexpected touches pleasurable if unpredictable. After a quarter of an hour or so the maids switched on vibrators and began to work on the couple in earnest. As the vibrators rubbed and buzzed over their bodies arousal became intense. Gina had some room to move on her back and bucked and squirmed in an attempt to bring the vibrator into contact with her dripping hot spot. The maids left Stephen to groan in frustration and brought both vibrators to bear on Gina’s breasts and thighs. Her moans increased to shrieks and with a wild yell of ecstasy she climaxed stretching her bonds to their ultimate. Picking up the radio microphone Claire spoke gently to her and, stroking her gently brought her gradually down from her explosive peak. Helen turned to Stephen who was of course how highly frustrated having been brought almost to a climax by the gentle rubbing and then left once again alone. Suddenly the vibrator moved up his thighs as Helen expertly ran it up and down, circling across the thighs and stomach to get nearer and nearer to his monster erection. He too reached a screaming peak of frustration before exploding in triumph. Fire burned along his shaft as the vibrator drew him out in spasms of pulsing cream. Suddenly limp he slumped in his bonds and Helen knew it was time to move on to the next stage of the evening. Unfastening their charges the maids lead them back to their room and began the change for the next phase of the weekend. As the helmets were lifted from their heads and they could see again they glanced at each other. Both could tell by the others flushed complexion that they had both peaked. They cuddled and whispered to each other as the maids deftly unlaced the corsets and boots. Their suits were peeled off leaving both nude. “Take a shower now before dinner,” said Claire," I’ll be back in twenty minutes for the next stage in your weekend of discovery."

Nylon Web 3

Fri, 24 Aug 2007 00:00:00 +0000

Nylon Web 3, Part I

Down in a deep subterranean cavern, the secret society of the Nylon Web thrived. Chronicled by others, this place is famous for its treatment of males: the punishments and dominion over men. The women of the Nylon Web all had a love for pantyhose and nylon that brought them together; they pursued new technology that would allow them to better use the fabric and maintained a society solely based on it. The rooms and surroundings were inevitably draped in the fabric. Women used it as often their only source of clothing. They also found it the perfect way to humiliate and control men. As their high-tech prowess allowed them to monitor the above world ever more closely, they found more and more men that would serve them well. In fact, when a man was willing to submit to the women and put up with their devilish ways and experiments, sometimes men could quite enjoy it there.

My Day as a Mummy

Sun, 01 Apr 2007 00:00:00 +0000

I have been into self-bondage for more years that I wish to admit. I started as a child by wrapping ACE bandages around my cock and balls to masturbate. It was a wonderful experience. The tightness of the bandages made for very intense orgasms. I discovered early on that it felt even better if I shoved a candle up my bun hole.

As I got older, I discovered other things, too, such as my mother’s girdles. I suppose that was my first step towards mummification since it fitted so tightly about my waist. She used the panty girdle style, and they fit very snuggly in my crotch, which was also a good thing.

Sylvia’s Bunny

Wed, 14 Sep 2005 00:00:00 +0000

Sylvia’s Bunny by Stingray 5

This story is based on some factual events, although I wish it were all true. Sylvia is my ex boss though and knows something of my penchant for feminine dress. For U.S. viewers, tights read as pantyhose.

I had the rare opportunity to do some overtime at work. It wasn’t a regular thing, but afforded me the chance to act out a little adventure that I had been longing to try. Sometimes, things act as an inspiration for some crazy self bondage game and the Easter themed sale offer - that Sylvia had put up in the shop window downstairs

Meredith's Romantic Mummification

Sun, 18 Jul 2004 00:00:00 +0000

Note: Although I am a martial artist I am not sure of the customs of boy-girl match-ups in hojo-jitsu practice since I have never taken Jiu-Jitsu classes. What I know from Jiu-Jitsu is the fighting techniques, not the weapons (staffs, ropes, swords) techniques, mainly because my weapons training comes from a different discipline. Anyway, if the customs are slightly incorrect, forgive me and enjoy. Also, I wrote half the story before realizing I should have given character descriptions so I decided to leave it go. Just Imagine Meredith with sandy-blonde hair, normal complexion, about 5’ 9" or 10" and Alan with brown hair, tanned complexion, 5’ 11 1/2"

Bound to Return

Wed, 26 Mar 2003 00:00:00 +0000

12th September.

The surgery waiting room was deserted. The two men stood in the surgery itself, shaking hands and swapping envelopes. The deal was done.

John Rose walked out of the doctors’ surgery with a smug, contented expression. He was a very rich man, but money couldn’t buy him the things he had wanted, until now.

The doctor, Jamie, was a lifelong friend of John’s, and one of the country’s top surgeons, although only in his mid thirties. He was financially well off, but didn’t have the millions his friend John had in the bank.

Nylon Bondage

Mon, 18 Nov 2002 00:00:00 +0000

8 8 Nylon Bondage by softtights

hi - would be great to see more tights related stories..so here’s one to get started with..all the best..softtights

I was returning home from work one evening last autumn and followed my usual route, which once off the motorway wound for five miles through some narrow country lanes. In fact the road was so narrow in places that if you met anything coming the other way the only option was to use one of the few passing places that were there.

A Dream of Devotion

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

This story is all fiction, nothing you read happens until now and I guess it probably never will be happen. Please excuse my bad english cause i’m a german who is really inetersted in writing stories for all the readers around the world .

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She always dreamed of him as her master. He would tell her what to do and how she had to fulfil his orders and his dreams. But he isn’t into this kind of game. Their lives had gone into routine. Every morning he left the house, kisses her goodbye and wouldn’t be seen until the late of the afternoon. He worked for a big factory and brought home a nice salary. She always has to do the housework and something in the garden.

Ever Increasing Bondage 6

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

(story continues from Ever Increasing Bondage 5)

Part 6

Lauren sighed contentedly and curled up under the duvet. The warm bedding she’d been snuggled up in for the past few hours was in stark contrast to her experience of the night before, and she was grateful for the sense of security and wellbeing that she could now savour. It was still dark outside, although the first signs that daybreak was imminent could be seen peeping through the gaps between the curtains. Her vision, however, as she gazed out into the twilight of the bedroom, was not as sharp as it would have been under normal circumstances.

Ever Increasing Bondage 7

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

(story continues from Ever Increasing Bondage 6)

Part 7

It seemed as if the world and everything in it had suddenly disappeared. Was this what it felt like to die? There had been a split second when the squeal of brakes had coincided with a swift slow down in the vehicle’s momentum… then nothing.

Well, perhaps not quite nothing.

The rain seemed to still be falling onto her face and spandex covered body and legs. And there was a soft whimpering sound from close by. There was no pain, but as she tentatively stretched her limbs, Lauren found that she was still unable to move. She was most definitely still in a state of very strict restraint, she concluded. So that meant that either she had died and gone to some sort of heaven for bondage addicts… or else she had somehow survived what seemed like an almost inevitable collision. Cautiously, she opened her eyes. All that met her gaze was a sea of blackness. For a second or two, she could make out nothing in what seemed like an endless dark void. But then she sensed this black whatever-it-was moving slightly. As her eyes focused, it became apparent that the blackness wasn’t quite so all-encompassing as it had first appeared, but seemed to have a slight shine or shimmer to it; as if some source of light, however faint, was bouncing off it. And then there was the smell; that familiar aroma of latex. Lauren cast her eyes upwards slightly, just as a low moan of anguish reached her ears from somewhere close at hand.

Moni’s Challenge

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

I have been enjoying bondage since I was twenty, and have been experimenting with self-bondage off and on for the past eight years. Since first getting on the internet almost four years ago, I have discovered several sources and discussion areas related to bondage and have made several friends, a couple of which will periodically give me some ‘challenges’ to try if I so desire. This story is about an experience I had in late November of 2000 doing one of those challenges.

My Life Without Bondage

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

This story is an account of my love for bondage, and is true. I can’t write every detail as it would be too long (and painful) to write. I also wish I had the pictures that were taken.

As long as I can remember, I have always liked tying myself up, especially when wearing women’s panties and (stockings then) pantyhose. I can still recall raiding my sister’s stockings and taking them for my own pleasures. If the stocking had been worn, the aroma of the foot area only made the love of nylons better. I would often tease her about her “stinky” feet and being she was older, she would hold me down (and sometimes tie me up) and force me to smell and lick her feet. When she tied me up, she would take off her nylons and gag me with it and tie her shoe over my nose. I would feign struggling but was in heaven.