Scarves

He landed in Bangkok with a single suitcase and a hunger that no amount of Western dating apps had ever satisfied. Mark was forty-two, divorced, solvent, and tired of women who pretended to want equality while secretly craving control they were too afraid to name. He had read the forums, the dark subreddits, the whispered stories: somewhere in Isan there were still villages where a farang with money and patience could find a girl raised on old rules—rules that bent, slowly, in the opposite direction once the hook was set. ...

One (Original chapter) My husband Blake returned home after a day at work to find the house quiet and empty, with his wife still appearing to him to either be at work or out shopping, he had the home to himself, or so he thought. Walking upstairs towards our bedroom to get out of his work clothes, then after kicking off his shoes, and after a quick call of nature to relieve himself, he entered our bedroom, but as he was walking around the bed in his bare feet he stubbed his foot on a suitcase laying there on the floor. ...

Thomas’s Story: The Latex Legacy Chapter 1: A Shifting Empire The untimely death of Marianne, the powerful matriarch and owner of a vast business conglomerate, sent shockwaves through the world of high-powered business. Her sudden passing from an aggressive illness left many reeling, as her absence created a gaping void in the cutthroat arena of corporate power. Marianne’s funeral was a grand affair, befitting a woman of her stature. Mourners from all walks of life, some genuine and others feigning grief, gathered to pay their respects. Among them, the cutthroat elites of the business world eyed the situation with a mixture of solemnity and opportunity. ...

Burt had no idea how he ended up in a room with his former teacher, half-naked and dressed like a sexy clown. He had just been going to the fair with his pals Trevor, Sam, Nico, and Mikey. The others dragged him into this funhouse run by a group of sexy clown ladies. You had to run from one end to the other. Going room to room, players were knocked out until only one remained. That player, who turned out to be Burt somehow, won the grand prize. He had no idea what it was only that it was sexual. His busty former heath teacher was a surprise for both of them. ...

Harriet Chase lived in a well appointed two bedroom apartment in a good inner city suburb. It was on the first floor of a five floor residential building which was home to about sixty other people. Harriet was fifty two, trim, healthy and firmly built with a solid face framed by slightly wavy dark brown hair. She smiled easily and was generally considered a pleasant person. She was a specialised computer expert and held an important managerial job with a national computer research firm. The work she did, the high standard equipment she used, gave her access to an incredible range of information. And she took full advantage of this. For personal as well as professional reasons. ...

“Well well, what have we here ?” The broad Afro-Caribbean accent brought me sharply awake and I sprang off the bed. Well, more accurately I tried to spring off the bed. Memory darted back out from under the rock where it had been sleeping and everything came back to me. I was visited by a fleeting memory of my girlfriend’s glorious arse and swaying bright red ponytail wriggling out of the door of our hotel room above her magnificent and very tanned legs revealed by her denim hotpants. Oh shit, I was in trouble now. ...

2: My Turn The bed was creaking fit to bust when I arrived. The daughter had been in a rush to get out of the house when I arrived and I was directed to the bedroom of her mother, my lover. Strictly the daughter was my lover too, but I was not sure if our one frantic interaction, into which I had no input, counted so I left that thought where it was for later examination. Sadly Sister Two had failed to show on that remarkable afternoon but I still had high hope for another day. ...

“Oh come on, what more could you want?” “Mum, this isn’t what I had in mind, not that I’m not grateful, but he’s yours, are you sure you want to share?” I am in this conversation, but my participation is limited. Well, strictly speaking I am part of this conversation rather than actually taking part in it. You see I am down here in the bed. Well, once again strictly speaking, on the bed. ...

Chapter 1 We were in the basement cafeteria of the school next to the church, having a social after Sunday services. I was new to the congregation, so I was busy making small talk with the regulars. They were trying to make me feel welcome. We were all sipping coffee and I was trying to fit in. They seemed interested that I had moved here to rural Kentucky from Los Angeles. I told them I just wanted to live a quiet life away from the maddening bustle of the big city. Considering how little we had in common, the conversations stayed very shallow. I told them about some of the famous attractions in Southern California and how it was a great place to visit. Many of the men seemed interested in my stories about the battleship, USS Iowa, that is now permanently anchored in the San Pedro harbor. The women seemed much more interested when I talked about the museums I had frequented when I lived there. All in all it was a pleasant meet and greet, but I was thankful when it broke up and we all headed out to our cars. ...

Authors note: The images for this story can be found on my deviantart page Chapter 1: Kidnapping experience Let’s start with a little bit of background. My name is Steve, I’m 21-year-old student living in a small city with my parents. Since my childhood, I always have enjoyed practicing tie-up games, during childhood games with my mother or later with self-bondage experiences as a teenager. I’ve been in few relationships, but not a single one of my girlfriends were up to practicing these kinds of games. ...

PROLOGUE Solitary confinement, bodily restraints, sensory deprivation, tailored uniforms and the selective use of vaginal massagers are the peculiar and secretive methods employed by psychoanalyst Doctor Peter Rhodes, a former student of Sigmund Freud and the founder and sole practitioner at the Institute of Female Behaviour, a man zealously committed to liberating the sexually repressed young ladies of London society within the strict, private and protective environment of his Institute. ...

(story continues from The Game) The Game Part 2 I woke up in a strange place and in front of me, my wife was now tied up in a brand new attire. A white business suit with a blue blouse underneath finished with a white and blue scarf tied choker style around her neck. She was blindfolded with a scarf and gagged with a blue bandana and another scarf securely wrapped around her wrists while I was simply tied up naked with my wife’s scarves. ...

The Banking Bondage Babes by Mike Silklover Chapter 1 A tale of humiliation, banking and scarf bondage by silklover Darren Day, or ‘Darren the Demon Dealer’ as he liked to be known at the Sumitomo Bank, was extremely angry and extremely uncomfortable. He was extremely angry becuase he had fallen for their charm and womanly guile and allowed himself to be kidnapped by the babes he had been drinking with earlier that evening. It severely hurt his ego to realise that whilst he thought he had succeeded in pulling five of the most beautiful women in the bar, he had in reality been royally set up by them. Whatever it was they had put in his drink towards the end of the evening had completely zonked him. ...

Andrea “Rachel” Ney looked forlornly at her desk. It was covered in bills, Last Warning, from all her utilities & suppliers. If business didn’t improve soon, she would have to close her shop. Andrea’s shop, known as the Silk Scarfer, was famous for its high quality silk scarves – for which she stocked only the finest brands including Hermes, Ferragamo and Pucci. Unfortunately her buy price was now far too high to make money, even with her exclusive clientele. ...

(Content warning - young girls playing tie up games) “Emily. Jane. I have put the dinner on. It will ready in an hour.” I called out to my daughter Emily and her friend. Emily had asked to have a friend over for a sleep over this weekend and I had agreed. Jane was a nice kid and treated my husband and I and especially the house with respect when she had played over before. Jane was totally different from some of the other little horrors Emily had invited over to play. ...

This is my first story, please let me know what you think over on the forum. To Protect and Serve Part 1: Hotel room I met Katherine during an interstate business trip and we became an item rather quick. She would be about 173 cm, slender with long dark hair. I felt so comfortable around her so much that I told her about my fascination with scarves and bondage in general and to be my surprise, she was quite open to the idea even though she didn’t really know too much about it. ...

(story continues from Decompression Part 7) Part Eight Chapter 13 Sally got up and fetched the dice. “My turn to throw today. And no cheating. No turning a die over!” Big grin! She threw a Nine. Six and Three. Her eyes lit up. “Oh, yummy. I’m going to have such fun. Master, will you please take my collar off.” “After you’ve cleaned up the kitchen.” “Delaying matters won’t help, you know?” ...

Cass came out of the bathroom, damp and warm from her shower. She had a towel draped over her head, rubbed her long black hair in a vain attempt to dry it. She didn’t see Lacey standing by her closet. Lacey grabbed her, shoved her into the closet. “Hey! What … what the f-” “One time too many, roomy. One time too many.” She drove Cass to her knees, then down onto the floor. She grabbed a pair of dirty panty hose from the pile, pulled Cass’s arms behind her back and wrapped the hose around her wrists, knotted them. ...

Brisa stood, or more accurately hung. The toes of one foot barely touched the floor. The ropes dug painfully into her wrists and elbows. A wadded scarf filled her mouth, a second cleaved her lips, a third covered her mouth and nose, a fourth covered her eyes. Brisa sobbed, the soft cloth absorbed her tears. She cried for many reasons. For the realization that his was her new life. For angering Juan. For disappointing Tio Jesus. ...

She was aware from the beginning of their dating that he had an affinity for scarves. When she wore them with her various outfits she had detected a noticeable change in him, even a clear fascination with her on those occasions. After they had been married for a while he often would blindfold her with one of her scarves and then slowly and sensually arouse her with his lips, tongue, fingers and the scarf’s fabric before making the “Beast with Two Backs” that took her to many climaxes. She too began to echo his erotic fascination to use the scarves to heighten the arousal. While he was away on business once, she even had piled her scarves on the bed, blindfolded herself and then teased herself with the silk to an orgasmic conclusion. ...

I had watched her for over 30 minutes, sitting by herself at one of the outdoor tables of the restaurant. The town was on the outskirts of Como, one of Italy’s fashion producing cities. Her wide-brimmed straw hat covered much of the small table. She seemed to be passing the time playing with her hair. Initially she combed her long black hair and then braided it into a few long loose braids. She secured the end of the braid with a rubber band. Reaching down into her large handbag, she drew out a colorful red and black square scarf and held it out at arm’s length and studied its pattern and color. ...

“Are you sure?” Chelsea sat on the couch, feet tucked under her, wrapped in her thick, fluffy robe, a steaming mug of tea in hand. “Yeah. I’m okay, just not feeling all that well.” “I can stay with you-” “No! No, really it’s okay.” Truth was the last thing she wanted was company. She had been looking forward to tonight, Thursday night, club night. Looking forward to catching a buzz, maybe meeting someone, maybe getting laid. She had been moderately horny for the past few days, but had resisted the urge to diddle herself. Probably why she was in the state she now found herself - hornier than horny, exquisitely horny, horny beyond words. And she needed some quality time alone. Key word: alone. ...

I was quite happy, my work was going on so well that my boss had decided to encourage me with a ticket to one of those Arabian countries as a yearly bonus for the best employee. I suppose that our vice-director took an active part in it, she has been looking at me in a most shameless way recently. I pretended not to notice it though she was a very attractive woman: green eyes, fire-red hair of a colour ‘Cuba hot night’, high breast under white silk blouse, thin waist and a round upturned buns, slim legs always wearing black stockings and lacquer shoes. ...

I knew when he called that I could look forward to something out of the ordinary. He said “I’ll take you out tonight.” This to me meant “Wear something special.” My classic black floor length skirt for the lower half and a long sleeved silk blouse that had only a modest neckline gave no hint that underneath was my crimson bustier and my matching crotch less pantyhose. To accessorize for the evening I twisted a red scarf into a choker, around which I wrapped a string of pearls that matched my earrings. ...

I know that you’ll be home alone tonight so I’ve prescribed the following exercise just so that you keep exploring your sensuality and sexual self-confidence. Before you go upstairs, turn the thermostat up to 74 degrees. I don’t want you to be distracted by being chilly this time of year. Close and lock the bedroom door. Its very personal what I’m suggesting that you do tonight. Don’t use the room light, just the one on the nightstand. A couple of the scented candles that you like should be lit. ...

My career requires a fair amount of domestic and international travel. Meetings, conferences and consultations often blend my week into dull, routine business activity. The least favorite lunch time activity for me is having lunch with older, stodgy men or young bucks trying to hit on me. I’ve found a resurgence of downtown consignment shops that offer me a pastime for the noon hour. It feels good to get out and stretch my legs and keep my eyes open for top quality item. My “jackpot” is a designer brand in near flawless condition in my size and a color that makes me look sharp. ...

Many people can mock at my social position. Why on earth a 29-year-old good-looking and rather a talented guy would prefer being a corridor man in a hotel? However I can say that I made an impressive career considering that only 4 years ago I used to be a simple young man who had come to a big city without a penny in my pocket. The first thing is that it’s almost unreal to get a job in one of the most prestigious hotel networks. And the second is that very soon I was promoted from a parking man to a porter. My promotion was due to my looks and also sociability (tips were good though I had to share with a corridor man). At last I myself became a corridor man and now I have some commission from porters’ earnings from all over the hotel wing. And my plans for the future are great. ...

Ellie burst from Hendrson’s office, cheeks red, tears welling up. The blonde girl who had been peering into a mirror turned and stepped in front of her. “Buy a vowel, get a clue. You are out of your league. You can’t beat me. Why don’t you go back to the bayou where you belong, marry your cousin, make babies.” Ellie brushed past her and pushed through the door. “Shauna?” Henderson gestured to her. ...

I had been shopping on-line a few days ago and was surprised when the postman handed me a package. I was expecting to receive it in a couple of weeks’ time. Sitting at the kitchen table with a coffee, I took the kitchen scissors and opened the parcel. Wrapped in their packaging, were 20 lovely large silk scarves of various colours and patterns. I had been dabbling in a little self-bondage recently as the boyfriend was working shifts and didn’t really want to play with me. Tired, what an excuse, hey! On one of these self-bondage occasions, I hadn’t locked the handcuffs properly and while I was rolling around like a damsel in distress getting into the mood, the cuffs decided to close tighter on my wrist. It turned out to be quite painful. So my idea was to use the scarves as additional padding on my wrists to prevent any circulation issues; oh, and they also make lovely gags to wear. So while I was drinking my coffee, my fingers were running over the silk material, and before I knew it, I was rubbing them against my cheek. They were lovely and cool and soft. It was then I had the soppy idea for a little scarf bondage, and to tie myself up in them. I had the kitchen shears to hand in case anything went wrong. Why not I thought. It wasn’t like I was a bondage novice. I am usually very careful. What could go wrong? I wasn’t going to panic as soon as the last tie was on me, or the last click of the cuff. I quickly had my ankles tied to each of the front chair legs. Next came my thighs. I pulled up my dress a little so I could tie my thighs to the tops of the chair legs and the seat so they were tightly splayed apart. The scarfs were large enough to cinch between my thigh and the seat. Wriggling my legs about I was firmly tied to the seat. The scarfs were soft but unyielding. I could close my thighs a few millimeters at the most, but they were tied comfortably without causing any pain. Just right, I thought. I was thinking of a way to tie my hands. I have always thought that it was cheating to have your hands tied in front. You could easily pull down a blindfold to see the knots, or reach a gag to use your teeth to bite at the bindings or call for help. I still needed to come up with a way to tie my hands behind my back, so while I was thinking, I rolled a scarf up into a tight ball and forced it into my mouth. I had to jam the last bit in and I felt like a little hamster with bulging cheeks. I rolled another scarf, corner to corner, and tied a nice knot in the middle, and pressed this on top of the scarf between my teeth. I then tied it nice and tight behind my neck. The scarf felt wonderful, so I took another and rolled it into a 3 inch strip and tied this in an over mouth gag. Now I felt just like one of those women in the 50’s gangster movie reruns. I was beginning to enjoy the captivity and was becoming quite aroused. I folded another scarf similar to the over mouth gag, and tied it across my eyes as a blindfold. Pushing it up so I could still see, I had a great idea to tie my hands. I rolled a scarf length ways and tied the corners together. I looped it over itself three times, and I had just enough room to squeeze my wrists into it. Now how was I to cinch it? I got my hands in and could get them out again. It wasn’t quite what I had in mind. I needed a slip knot to put between the two wrists to cinch them to make the tie seem more realistic. I thought about it then tied a type of hangman’s noose. Great. This could be cinched up, and then pulled back when I wanted to get free. Now if I tied the loose end to the back supports of the chair, I could pull my arms up and pull the cinch tight, and also have my wrists tied to the back of the chair. So I tied it. I put my wrist through the looped scarf, and then put the loop between the slip knot noose, and then with my free hand I pulled the blindfold down over my eyes. Putting my arms behind my back I squeezed my free wrist into the looped scarf and pulled my arms up which pulled the slip knot tight cinching my wrists together. I was now a tied up damsel, in peril from all the nasty gangsters and hoodlums. I mmmphed into the gag pretending to call for help. The blindfold cut out all light from the kitchen leaving me a prisoner in a black void. Pressing over my ears too, I couldn’t really hear a sound. No traffic from the road out front, just a hum from a mower. Probably a neighbour mowing his lawn, and that was faint due to the double glazing. I was in bliss, struggling in my own little world. I was horny and moist, and not just through the struggling. After half an hour or so I decided I was frustrated enough and would release myself and go upstairs for a play with one of my toys! ...

Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned… Or so they say. A woman betrayed will act completely out of character, full of venom, driven by impulse almost to the very point of murder even! And Kate of course is no different…. A seventeen year relationship is one that by definition must be incredibly strong and difficult to break, and when it does become broken a woman can act impulsively, and dangerously, just as Alan is about to find out. ...

Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned… Or so they say. A woman betrayed will act completely out of character, full of venom, driven by impulse almost to the very point of murder even! And Kate of course is no different…. A seventeen year relationship is one that by definition must be incredibly strong and difficult to break, and when it does become broken a woman can act impulsively, and dangerously, just as Alan is about to find out. ...

Cynthia had been horny all week, just waiting for this day to arrive. Her husband had left town for the weekend early that morning, and she had immediately begun preparations for the day that was ahead of her. She knew that her lover would be arriving at noon, so she ate, showered, tidied up, and then began to get herself ready. She had just been introduced to the joy of being tied up and played with, and today she was going to tie herself up for when he arrived. ...

(story continues from Gai Shift - Pit 16: Sakujna) Chapter 17: There and back again Special note: this is the final chapter of “Pit”, and a long one at that. Have someone bundle you up and make you comfortable, and settle in as we conclude our strange tale. Life kept changing for Tameran, seemingly for the worst, but overall for the better. The cheerfully plump golden-haired girl had thought she’d be happy as a village witch, even though she’d been on the bottom of the coven totem pole. The arrival of Megan had offered hope (if only that there would be a witch lower than she). But that, of course, had all gone to pieces that night Tameran had tried to capture the other witches and keep their collectively-supercharged staff all for herself. In the end, she’d bumbled into one of Zelda’s protective spells and found her rounded pink body instantly wrapped in itchy magiced straw. With the dawn, the gypsy Tameran had commissioned to cart off scrawny, trussed Zelda had found her instead. And into the cart she’d gone, for weeks of suspension bondage and subservient degradations. ...

(story continues from Gai Shift - Orchid 2: The Black Orchids)_ _To understand the Gai Shift & to review the characters in this story, check out this useful guide: Gai-Shift Encyclopedia of Knowledge Continued from Part Two Chapter 3: Olivia Hammersmith It started with a single cup of tea. At six years of age, she was asking mum where tea came from, her head filling with exotic images. At twelve, she’d read every book in the library about the Far East. By twenty, the was fully fluent in Japanese. Thirty, she was Queen Lilla’s chief council on the region. And by thirty-six, she was Her Majesty’s Ambassador to Japan. ...

(story continues from Jenni and Sam, the beginning) Jenni and Sam, favor returned by Kurt Chapter 2: Jenni tries to return the favor CLICK!! Jenni looked in the mirrors surrounding her and watched each click. She certainly didn’t move very much for each click, it seemed to her. At this rate it could take hours to hit bottom. The foam ball in her mouth was certainly doing its job, every movement she made to compress it and gain some movement in her mouth was taken back cruelly the instant she relaxed her muscles. And the hood was no help at all. It was a work of art, Jenni noticed sadly. The Sweet Gwen-style hood left one oval-shaped opening for her nose and eyes, and that was it. Sam must have had it custom made, the blue silk fit so closely. And it was pretty, too. The bright blue silk of the hood with the darker blue silk piping around the opening, gave the appearance of a fine garment, not a hood made to silence someone. Opening her mouth even the slightest bit further was out of the question, it held her jaws as closed as they would go, what with the ball in her mouth. It also held her lips tight against her teeth. Sam had laced it on, but she didn’t seem to strain at the laces, it was quick and efficient… and tight. The only noises Jenni could make after the foam ball and the lacing of the hood were faint mewling sounds and a keening through her nose. Sam sure did seem to like silencing her. ...

Abducted in London by Mike Silklover This is the first part of a multi part story in which Sarah Russell, a London based jeweller, bondage devotee and designer of silk scarves, kidnaps a young Australian woman during a visit to her shop. The Australian captive is pierced and ringed and then kept bound and gagged in the basement stockroom of the shop for Sarah’s amusement and that of her friends. Sarah is planning to keep her captive for a long time and has devised over two years worth of severe,cruel and imaginative bondage, including suspension, mummification, breath control and sexual abuse. As with all my stories, your comments are most welcome and will help to guide the way in which Sarah torments her young captive. [email protected] Chapter 1 It was Sunday morning and Sarah Russell looked across the dungeon to her nude and bound captive hanging in the centre of the room. The girl’s bronzed body, glistening with sweat from the strain and discomfort of her enforced position, was offset by the colourful scarves and loops of rope used to bind her. Every so often a faint moan would escape from the severely gagged mouth of the Australian beauty as she slowly regained consciousness after a day of heavy sedation. ...

Captive of the Gold Wing by Mike Silklover Chapter 1 The royal blue Honda Gold Wing pulled up at the self service pump of the small garage just south of the Interstate. Fully equipped with all the accessories, including the shiny two wheeled trailer, the passengers looked dwarfed by the gleaming chrome machine. The man who had been driving the bike got off and started to fill the large gas tank while the lady pillion passenger remained seated on her own pillion seat. To the casual observer, all seemed normal, but on closer inspection, it was clear that whilst the male rider was suitably dressed for the hot day in shorts and a T-shirt, his passenger was dressed as for a bitterly cold day. ...

The Ski Chalet by Mike Silklover Chapter 1 Sarah had told me about the couloir; a steep cliff path, barely covered in snow which led to the base of the most perfect bowl of virgin powder snow imaginable. Well away from the main piste area, I knew that if I fell here it would be a long time before anyone found me. But that hadn’t stopped me. The heart stopping jump turns down the perilously thin sliver of icy snow had been worthwhile for I was now standing at the base of quite the most magnificent powder slope I had ever seen. It towered in front of me, rising several hundreds of feet to a eery looking chalet perched in the trees at the top of the mountain. ...

Women’s Circle by Mike Silklover Chapter 1 The following story is based upon one I read in an early edition of Bondage Life. I have never seen the story on the web (mores the pity) as it made a lasting impression on me. I have tried to recreate it here as accurately as possible although inevitably I have allowed some of my own fantasies to creep in. If anyone has a copy of the original (in 2 parts over successive editions) I would really appreciate it if they could post a copy. ...

(story continues from The Rainbow’s End Part 1) The Rainbow’s End, Part 2 by Kurt Part Two It did me no good at all to go to work that day; all I seemed to be able to think about was last night. I had spent a wonderful night making love to a beautiful bound woman, and suddenly, I couldn’t think of anything but going back and doing it all over again. ...

Carmen and I had been dating for about two months. I was at a party at my friend’s dorm lounge the first time I saw her. Long dark hair, flowing down her back, gorgeous curves, but what really drew my eye was the boots. Tall, smooth, and tight, they came up past her knees, with two-inch platforms that only added to her sexy stature. Layers of laces interwove all the way up her gorgeous taut calves. It must have taken her half an hour just to put them on. They had a tough, Doc Martens line to them but they were pure white, leading the eye up to her tight white shorts and faded jean jacket that she wore unbuttoned over a pink baby tee. As she turned around, I saw the words “Naughty Girl” in white script on the front of her shirt. Seizing the opportunity, I grabbed an extra beer from the fridge and made my way over to her. Offering her the bottle I let my eyes drift down to the writing on her chest then slide back up to stare into her brown eyes. ...

Now if you’re read any of these stories so far, you’ll already know that both Angel and David enjoy not only doing the tying but being the tied. Doesn’t matter to them which end they take, as long as there is some sort of restraint and/or bondage involved. Angel and David had been seeing each other for quite awhile, and decided they needed a weekend away from their jobs to de-stress and relax and just plain enjoy each other. So they both called in sick on Friday (shame on them…such bad employees…*wink*) and took the weekend to ‘recover’ from their alleged illnesses. They packed their bags and drove out to a little country bed and breakfast, and as Angel checked the clock in the van it was just passing 4 hours from the time they started out. ...

(story continues from Invitation) Part 2: Second Invitation The next few days left Nick in a turmoil. His mind kept returning to the events of the previous Saturday when the mysterious “J” had ensnared him and, as she had promised, given him an adventure to fulfill his wildest fantasies. Every evening he rushed home to check his mailbox for another invitation but, each time, he was disappointed. The week passed, and then the next. Nick had driven past J’s house a couple of times but her admonition not to try and contact her kept him from stopping. One thing he did do was to surreptitiously try and look over the women who used the gym whilst he was exercising. “D” one of the women who had ridden him that Saturday afternoon had recognised him and commented that she had wanted to get her hands on him. “J” herself seemed to know that he worked out regularly. Frustratingly, although there were many women using the gym, he could never feel with any certainty that he recognised a voice - which was all he had to go on. ...

continued from part two Part 3: Scarf Bound For the rest of the summer vacation I spent quite a lot of time either tying myself up or being bound by my mum, who as you may recall was introducing me to the joys of bondage, or being tied up by my boyfriend who took great delight in using me whilst very immobile and vulnerable, but I was enjoying every minute. Once he took me to the woods where he managed to tie me down to some wooden stakes that he’d brought along, lying there spread eagled and open to his whims in the middle of the forest, he even left me for a short while - alone, naked and bound where anyone could have come along and seen me. Oh the delight! ...

She called him to see what time he would be home that night. They had talked yesterday about their plans for tonight, trying to decide which movie to go to. “Did you decide what you want to see tonight?” she asked him. He chuckled deep in his throat. “What would I like to see tonight?” His voice was low. “How about you, tied up, a sexy little slave girl waiting for her master?” ...

First of all I got dressed for the occasion. Since it was fall and cool, I put on black opaque pantyhose, a black satin mini skirt, and a dark silk jersey turtle-neck top. For shoes, I chose a pair of four-inch high heeled pumps. These had instep straps that would ensure that they would not slip off as I walked. I then drove over across town after sundown and put the keys to my handcuffs and to my legcuffs in a film can and put them at the base of a tree that could be easily identified in the dark. This tree was at the edge of a park. ...

Now if you’re read any of these stories so far, you’ll already know that both Angel and David enjoy not only doing the tying but being the tied. Doesn’t matter to them which end they take, as long as there is some sort of restraint and/or bondage involved. Angel and David had been seeing each other for quite awhile, and decided they needed a weekend away from their jobs to de-stress and relax and just plain enjoy each other. So they both called in sick on Friday (shame on them! such bad employees! *wink*) and took the weekend to ‘recover’ from their alleged illnesses. They packed their bags and drove out to a little country bed and breakfast, and as Angel checked the clock in the van it was just passing 4 hours from the time they started out. ...

(story continues from Away On Business 3: Come again Baby) In Memory of Diane, my soulmate, who sadly passed away after her fight with cancer and is sadly missed. I hope in leaving this legacy to your readers that they can appreciate how much fun we had in acting out these fantasies. Authors Note: Just as a background whenever I was away on business Diane used to send me horny emails, often I would read these during meetings etc. As you can imagine it was quite distracting to say the least. I have made them into this series of stories called ‘Away on Business’. I bet you wished your girlfriend sent you horny emails like this when you were away on business! ...

(story continues from Away On Business 4: No Escape) In Memory of Diane, my soulmate, who sadly passed away after her fight with cancer and is sadly missed. I hope in leaving this legacy to your readers that they can appreciate how much fun we had in acting out these fantasies. Authors Note: Just as a background whenever I was away on business Diane used to send me horny emails, often I would read these during meetings etc. As you can imagine it was quite distracting to say the least. I have made them into this series of stories called ‘Away on Business’. I bet you wished your girlfriend sent you horny emails like this when you were away on business! ...

(story continues from Away On Business 5: Mirror, mirror…) WARNING Do NOT try this at home, the story is presented here as a fantasy only, to attempt this in real life may result in injury or death. In Memory of Diane, my soulmate, who sadly passed away after her fight with cancer and is sadly missed. I hope in leaving this legacy to your readers that they can appreciate how much fun we had in acting out these fantasies. Authors Note: Just as a background whenever I was away on business Diane used to send me horny emails, often I would read these during meetings etc. As you can imagine it was quite distracting to say the least. I have made them into this series of stories called ‘Away on Business’. I bet you wished your girlfriend sent you horny emails like this when you were away on business! ...

(story continues from Away On Business 6: More Duvet Roll) WARNING Do NOT try this at home, the story is presented here as a fantasy only, to attempt this in real life may result in injury or death. In Memory of Diane, my soulmate, who sadly passed away after her fight with cancer and is sadly missed. I hope in leaving this legacy to your readers that they can appreciate how much fun we had in acting out these fantasies. Authors Note: Just as a background whenever I was away on business Diane used to send me horny emails, often I would read these during meetings etc. As you can imagine it was quite distracting to say the least. I have made them into this series of stories called ‘Away on Business’. I bet you wished your girlfriend sent you horny emails like this when you were away on business! ...

Susan just turned on her computer and logged herself onto MSN. Johnnyboy was blinking at her screen. ‘Where have you been?’ The letters were just staring at her. Ever since she met Johnnyboy via MSN she had a nice feeling about him, but she never could have expected that a blind date with him should be the result of this, how close to soul mates they seem to be. Luckily, Sandra, her friend next door, was prepared to give her some tips, and keep a little eye on the situation from next door. ...

Story about a male scarf bondage which shows how men will always be boys who like to play… Self bondage It all started when I was a kid and I liked to be blindfolded during the blind man’s bluff game, then I started to blindfold myself at home with my mothers scarves and wonder around the house. And the scarves… there were so many of them. Then I wanted to find out how is it to be gagged as I have seen on TV all that were kidnapped were blindfolded and gagged. Those were the silk scarves and it was all a bit unstable on my head and then I added the headscarf to keep the blindfold and gag in place. So what to do with other scarves? ...

(story continues from Decompression Part 3) Part Four Chapter 5 It took a long time before Sally moved from my lap. We talked. We talked about our fears and relationships, lessons and failures. Lots of intensely personal stuff, the sort of things that are only shared when a relationship is solidifying into something special, normally after about three months or more. I raised something that had been tickling away at the back of my mind. ...

(story continues from Decompression Part 4) Part Five Chapter 7 I check in my mirror as I drive out of the parking garage and I see Johnny’s big dark blue Landrover Discovery following me. He’s a big car man; big man in every respect. Solid, dependable and generous and I am delightfully, deliriously, desperately in love with him. Me, on the other hand, I’m small, petite, and I love my little, bright yellow, Mazda MX5. I love driving my little car through the country-side. Top down, with a big silk scarf tied under my chin, Grace Kelly style, to cover my hair. Often I tie another silk scarf across my face, like the bikers do; big pair of sun-glasses to hide my eyes and I am off. I say it’s to protect my skin but really I love the feel of silk against my face. That and being hidden, anonymous. I just drive for miles and miles. The other thing I really love is wearing a blindfold. Not when driving, of course! ...

(story continues from Decompression Part 5) Part Six Chapter 9 So I have a good cry. It’s something guys just don’t get, how a good cry can release all the tensions, kind of like a system reset, and he just holds me and lets me get it all out of my system and when I’m done he stands up and puts me in the chair and goes off to make supper. He’s different; like I said. So while he’s busy we have our first real conversation and this guy has a proper mind. I know he’s got a good brain or he wouldn’t be in his job, but he’s got a mind and he uses it. He thinks and he has opinions and he can back them up with proper arguments. And he’s read lots of different stuff but his favourite is SF and we go from topic to topic and it’s the best real chat I’ve had with anyone in years. ...

(story continues from Decompression Part 6) Part Seven Chapter 11 I drove sedately back home wondering if I had created a monster. A lovely, lovable monster, but a monster none-the-less. Sally had always been sparky and vivacious but now she was blazing. The way she teased the poor removals company rep had been priceless. Then Sally ordered me to follow her home where she had promised to tie me up and fuck my brains out. The memory of what she did to me the last time had me squirming as my erection pushed its way up. As I got home I saw she had parked outside. ...

I never considered my use of scarves as fashion accessories as a fetish. Yes, most of my outfits or coordinated pieces had a scarf or two as a component that could be used to give them a certain look or dress it up or down to fit an occasion, but a fetish? Yes, wearing the Hermes scarf that I received as a college graduation gift from my aunt Grace Kelly style with my brown leather jacket and its turned up collar on a cold Minnesota autumn evening gave me a snug and protected feeling while looking very classy, but a fetish? Yes I did enjoy the look and feel of draping a folded scarf around my neck and tucking its ends into my bra before putting on the jacket of my navy blue pin-striped suit, but a fetish? Perhaps. ...

To understand the Gai Shift & to review the characters in this story, check out this useful guide: Gai-Shift Encyclopedia of Knowledge_ Chapter 1: Kiyoko She drifted silently down the polished hall of the Imperial Palace, white and pure and silent. Her compact body was carefully swathed like a silk-wrapped vase within her snow-white kimono. In contrast was her jet black hair, parted across her forehead like raven wings, sweeping back neatly into a rounded pin-held bun, the black a contrast to the white. ...

(story continues from Gai Shift - Orchid 1: Kiyoko)_ To understand the Gai Shift & to review the characters in this story, check out this useful guide: Gai-Shift Encyclopedia of Knowledge Continued from Part One Chapter 2: The Black Orchids Kiyoto dashed down the Imperial Palace steps, Tokyo’s lights sparkling to every quarter against the warm evening. She’d allowed the English ambassador, a captive toy to the amorous Empress Nabuki, to be spirited away by two rival black orchids. Another black orchid, the one she’d bound, tormented and left to the servants, had tearfully told her that the raiders were fleeing the city to the east. That mean she still might be able to overtake them. Her honor demanded nothing less. ...

(story continues from Gai Shift - Pit 13: Rani’s Palace)_ Chapter 14: Goddess of the Pit Rani, Living Goddess of the Pit, Queen of a Thousand Bound Souls, Bringer of Organsmic Bliss, sat back in her silky, bejeweled finery upon her splendid dais. Her crown shimmered with rubies, a diamond glimmered from her navel. And her arms, all six of them, jangled with hoops of gold. The three sets of arms wavered and swayed to the delicate eastern music a nearby cluster of female musicians played, sensuous and flowing. Her fingers fluttered and traced erotic patterns. ...

(story continues from Gai Shift - Pit 15: Invasion Plans)_ Chapter 16: Sakujna Never had Megan known such frustration. It made her horny to look down her naked, slender body, recessed within its leather dais. It made her horny to tug against the clamps that locked her wrists and ankles so far apart. It made her horny to consider how exposed she was, and how anyone at all finding her thus could do anything they wished to her. ...

Every now and then, one must be a little more direct in sharing desires with your lover. I mentioned wanting to be tied up the last time Rachel fucked my ass, but we hadn’t had time during our previous romp. So on Friday night I pulled out some old silk scarves and put them in the center of the table before dinner, hoping my partner would notice them and understand what I wanted. She caught on quicker than I’d suspected and before I’d had a chance to serve our meal, she had me in her arms, her mouth ravaging mine. ...

“My God, I must be crazy!” thought Nick. “I’m sitting here in a stranger’s house wearing a blindfold, for crying in a bucket.” He moved to take off the scarf that covered his eyes but jumped as he felt a hand on his shoulder. “Not so fast, young man. You’ve come this far, now you have to go the rest of the way.” the husky, female voice whispered in his ear. Nick sat still, fear and anticipation, in equal parts, flooding though his body. ...

Jenni and Sam, the beginning by Kurt The Beginning Before you read this story, there’s something I need to say. Most people write these stories for one reason. They want to share an intimate part of their lives with you, the reader. Take the time and send them an e-mail if possible to let them know how much you enjoy their story. I’ve written a few of these stories and only gotten two e-mails in reply. It’s something I need to get better at doing. So please send me a reply to [email protected] It would mean a lot. Now on with the story… ...

Note: This is a sequel to my Revenge storyline and fully set in that same universe. I highly recommend you take the time to read Revenge first as it lays out the history and culture of the society featured in this story. I’d like to thank Richard Alexander for allowing me to borrow his characters Monica and Steven (and their story) as the basis for my characters of the same names in this reality. Find their wonderful adventures here: www.boundstories.net/bdstories_monica.html ...

(story continues from The Art of Silk Surrender 4) The Art of Silk Surrender- Part 5 I had spent over five solid hours bound naked and blindfolded. I had been poked, prodded, caressed, pumped and kneaded by what may have been a 48-handed alien scientist for all I knew. And I couldn’t get the experience out of my mind for a second. I drifted through the ensuing seventy-two hours in a hazy, muddled cloud of pure sense memory, not judging, not reacting, merely rocking up and down, side to side, as the pulsing waves of erotic tension and release broke over me in an endless, inescapable rhythm. My body was free; I was gliding smoothly through the regularly scheduled moments of my existence, but none of it meant a thing to me, as if the people, places, activities and needs of my former life were mere gusts of a light breeze on a pleasant autumn afternoon. ...

Part 1: Zorro & the Maid It was turning out to be the party of the season and everyone was utterly enjoying it. Ann and Rob decided that since they had a new home that would be great for large gatherings, they’d have a full out costume party for Halloween. Everyone was required to dress up and they would even offer a prize for the best costume of the evening. The party was in full swing. The house was fully decked out with carved pumpkins, lots of candles and dollar store decorations. Silly yards lights illuminated the large deck. Many guess brought a snack to eat and threw in a few bucks to help cover the cost of the drinks the hosts provided. Music played throughout the downstairs and outside, where even a few guests danced. Even a large bowl of trick-or-treat candy was out. ...

continued on from Part 1: Zorro & the Maid Part 2: A Bunny’s Tale When Betty and Hugh received their invitation to Rob and Ann’s costume party early in October, they had a hard time coming up with a good idea for costumes. They wanted something that went together, but still a little unusual and catchy. Hugh especially wanted his wife to dress in something sexy. They looked at several costumes and narrowed it down to a couple select items when Betty took a cue from her husband’s name. ...

continued on from Part 2: A Bunny’s Tail Part 3: The Naughty Nurse Jim pulled his Lexus around the corner and stopped at the base of the driveway. He was irked that there was no where close to the house to park, but didn’t want his wife to walk far, considering how she was dressed. “Hop out here. I’ll need to find somewhere to park.” He said to his wife. “Ok. See you inside.” She said as she jumped out of the car and walked up the drive. ...

continued on from Part 3: The Naughty Nurse Part 4: Magic Tricks Choosing a costume for Ann and Ron’s costume party was easy for Brad. Since he did some illusions, he would go as a Magician, in a classic short jacketed tuxedo and tails, top hat, white gloves and black cape. He’d bring along some simple illusions, some card tricks, slight of hand and alike to entertain the crowd. Ron thought it would add something fun to the evening when they discussed it. ...

continued on from Part 4: Magic Tricks Part 5: The Farmer’s Wife When Steve and Terri received their invitation to Rob and Ann’s costume party early in October, they had a difficult time coming up with the ideal costumes to wear. They wanted something that went together, but still a little unusual and catchy and played on the tag line friends had given them as ‘the Beautiful Couple.’ Since Steve grew up on a farm, they thought it might be fun to go with some kind of costumes based on that. They considered a Wizard of Oz theme, with Steve the scarecrow and Terri a sexy version of Dorothy, but heard someone else was already considering the idea. One night, while watching TV, they ran across the old Duke’s of Hazard TV show and got inspired. ...

The Game Part 1 I was the one that introduced my wife to scarf bondage and taught her everything from how to tie a gag properly to putting a person into a hogtied position and over a period time, she was able to do the tying and the gagging better than me. Tonight would be no different from the other nights. She would be in a smart business suit wearing the pink Hermes around the neck, cowgirl style which I bought for her from interstate. We thought we spice things up by playing our games in the garage. As usual, I would have my other scarves and bandanas with me. I put the bundle on the workbench and folded one scarf and tied my wife’s hands behind her back. I grabbed a blue bandana and cleave gag her with it and then grabbed a while bandana and blindfolded her with. I am not sure why but I always love using the white bandana as a blindfold on her. ...

“David, A package came for you today. I left it on the bed. See you later. Love, L” The note was left on the table where he would be sure to see it. I had stumbled onto an Internet page that had some discussion about self bondage. It intrigued me how sensuous and exciting it sounded to be helpless. Maybe I could use several of the scarves that David bought me on his trips because I thought he had some sort of fetish for them. ...

The Rainbow’s End, Part 2 by Kurt Part One It would be ridiculous at best to say that we met across a crowded room, but that would be pretty close to the description required to describe my meeting Shelly. Actually, it was a crowded parking lot. I was driving through the parking lot of the Rainbow Road House, a place located just off Rt. 340 at the Virginia/West Virginia line. It is a country bar that Patsy Cline used to sing at when she was first starting out. I’m no great fan of Patsy, but I had always wanted to see the inside of this place. So I was driving through the parking lot when I saw Shelly walking across the lot and into the front door. ...