Suspension

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

story continued from chapter 27 Chapter 28: Tying Up a Few Loose Ends A surreal atmosphere hung over the ancient mansion house that Tuesday morning. As the rising sun did its best to burn off the early morning mist which lifted in slowly swirling wisps from Shackleton Grange’s dew-laden lawns, Cathy and Saskia sat watching from their seats in the vast bay window. Both had eaten a good breakfast, prepared by the three docile and accommodating servants, and now sat back sipping lapsang souchong from Dolores’ best china, as what appeared to be the genesis of a fine Suffolk spring day unfurled before their eyes. ...

A prequel to “Amy’s Surprise Awakening” This story is written as the prequel to “Amy’s Surprise Awakening” for readers to understand why Monica put Amy in the predicament she woke to find herself in. It takes place several months prior to Monica’s revenge and she and Rick had not yet met. Here is why Monica decided to put Amy into her situation… “Let’s see… ankle and wrist cuffs, thigh straps, chest straps, hood, gag, blindfold, padlocks, nipple clamps, labia clamps, anal hook… I think I got everything.” I said to myself as I looked at my toys lined up on the floor, basically set up in the positions they would be attached to my body when I was finished. ...

Gina’s Flight into Reality by Sir James Updated & Authorised version of this story Gina stood in front of the mirror, turning from side to side admiring the curve of her breasts, the flatness of her belly and the fullness of her figure. “All most perfect”, she remarked to herself. “Not an ounce of excess weight”. As she continued to look in the mirror she thought of the plans she had made for this special day. She wondered what people would think if they knew what she liked to do in her private life and what she was going to do this day. ...

Unforgetful Basement Self-Bondage by asianchick2004 Unforgetful Basement Self-Bondage by asianchick2004 Hi I would like to stay anonymous but I’ll tell you a little about me. I am 22 years old, a Korean girl, height 5'1, 32b-22-32 are my measurements and I weigh 105 lbs so I am petite, and I live in southern California. I live alone in my own house so I am pretty well off financially so I can enjoy self bondage whenever I like and not worry about getting caught. I use my basement for my self bondage sessions. ...

Mistress Beverly’s New Sub by Jan Jackie’s Surprise by Boundfellow Readers: If you havn’t read part one please find it here. Mistress Beverly’s new Sub-Prt. 2 The week had drug by so slowly. Monica had thought about her meeting with Mistress Beverly. The whipping she had received had been most severe, and Monica kept telling herself that she would never experience anything like that again, but her thoughts kept going to the note Mistress Beverly had given her. “Slave. You will not remove your collar. It is to remind you of tonight. You will be standing naked on my step next Friday at 9:00. signed–Your Mistress.” ...

Self Inflicted by Tied Tightly Self Inflicted by Tied Tightly One of the most enticing things about self-bondage is you never quite know what you may be getting yourself into. No matter how well you plan, something can always go wrong, and suddenly you find yourself quite trapped and helpless in a web of your own creation. The outcomes of this can be quite scary and very dangerous, so you always need some form of backup plan, like a friend who knows to check on you. But, these misadventures can also provide the most thrilling experiences for a danger seeking, or should I say danger needing, person. Quite the example would be the conception of Chastity (there’s a conundrum), my husband’s and my daughter. This was a prime example of self-inflicted bondage gone wrong and totally right all at the same time. ...

Teaching the Teacher by Sundel BUT IT STARTED AS A HOGTIE!byANNE GRAY As a new principal at forty years old, I thought that I had outgrown some of my earlier problems when I had taught middle school classes. Little did I know how memories linger. I thought it was by accident when I met Susan at the convenience store one afternoon. Susan was eighteen, pretty as a girl can be, but petite - no more than 5'1" and 100 pounds. Draw your own picture. Susan had been a student of mine eight or nine years before - but now she was a nineteen year old college student, and home for summer when we met. As a student, she had been a little rebellious in my classes, but nothing more than the average middle school student. Or so I thought. ...

Ashley Self Bondage 2 My First Suspension by Ardvark My First Suspension: My shoulders are aching from being in the same position for nearly two hours. The real problem is, I won’t be able to get relief from this situation for at least another hour. I have been able to wiggle from time to time, lifting myself by one arm or the other, but for the past few minutes, the strain on my arms has been very severe. The only relief I have been able to get has been the fleeting moment when I’ve been able to stretch enough to put some of my weight on the tips of my toes, I can’t maintain that position for long, because of the strain on my legs. For this session, I have a spreader bar between my ankles. This makes holding myself up by my toes even more challenging. When I have been able to stand on my toes, my arms were still held above my head and now ache from being forced to maintain this position. My hands are getting numb because of the fatigue in my arms and legs. After the first hour, my body was well worn out and I was pretty much just hanging from my wrists. ...

* Loneliness, Suspended by Zack Copyright© 2001, 2002 The summer before my senior year in high school my parents got a divorce. This didn’t surprise me, because my father had moved out months earlier, but I was surprised when my mother’s boyfriend moved into our house two days later and brought his three rotten sons with him. His oldest boy was in the eighth grade and specialized in sexual suggestions. Every time he saw me he made smutty comments about my body and described in graphic detail what he wanted to do with me, as if he could. The middle boy was in the sixth grade and he was a thief. He stole everything of mine he wanted and wrecked what he didn’t want. The youngest boy was never quiet. If he wasn’t shouting he was whining or crying. I put up with all this for a week, but then the boyfriend told me that I was going to have to share my room with the noisy kid. I appealed to my mother, but she just said that the boyfriend didn’t think that it was fair that I had my own room while his boys were all crowded together. I got the message and went to live with my father. ...

* Loneliness, Suspended by Zack Copyright© 2001, 2002 The summer before my senior year in high school my parents got a divorce. This didn’t surprise me, because my father had moved out months earlier, but I was surprised when my mother’s boyfriend moved into our house two days later and brought his three rotten sons with him. His oldest boy was in the eighth grade and specialized in sexual suggestions. Every time he saw me he made smutty comments about my body and described in graphic detail what he wanted to do with me, as if he could. The middle boy was in the sixth grade and he was a thief. He stole everything of mine he wanted and wrecked what he didn’t want. The youngest boy was never quiet. If he wasn’t shouting he was whining or crying. I put up with all this for a week, but then the boyfriend told me that I was going to have to share my room with the noisy kid. I appealed to my mother, but she just said that the boyfriend didn’t think that it was fair that I had my own room while his boys were all crowded together. I got the message and went to live with my father. ...

(story continues from A Novel Idea 2)_ A Novel Idea - Part 3 by Tied2achair A Novel Idea 3 by Tied2achair She walked down the steps with 5 six sided dice in her hand and a grin on her face that stretched from ear to ear. She approached him with a calm touch to his chest and a kiss on the cheek. She whispered into his ear, “We are going to play a game my pet.” And with that she untied him from her web and attached a pair of handcuffs to his wrists and then to the floor, which he now lay helpless on. ...

Sheryl And The Straitjacket Incident by 3586088863 Sheryl And The Straitjacket Incident by 3586088863 CHAPTER ONE “Hey, pass me that flow coefficients sheet, will you?” “No prob. The laminate flow one, right?” I slide the piece of paper over to the right, and Sheryl cranes her neck down just a tad to get a better look. A few strands of hair fall out over her left ear; with fluttering heart, unsure of what her reaction will be, I restore the wayward strands back to their regal perch. ...