Teen on Gromet's Plaza Archive

Under Her Thumb

Sun, 16 Mar 2025 00:00:00 +0000

Mary Piper had a good life. It wasn’t a great life, but it was certainly a good one. As a straight A student, she had few worries about getting the grades required to attend her university of choice. Outside of school her days were spent joyfully filling her time with the things she loved; reading, hiking, arts and crafts. It was a peaceful life, and one with which Mary was very content.

Ken's Birthday Gift Revisited

Sat, 14 Oct 2023 00:00:00 +0000

Part 3

… Drifting up out of a dead sleep can be kind of wonderful on a lazy Saturday morning; kind of like the first day of the rest of your life; sun rises and new beginnings, and maybe even a sated, fresh new outlook on one’s problems. The bedroom wasn’t my own and had that musty smell of sex, but so did I really; neither of those were strictly speaking a first for me at this point with Ken, been there and done that already with him quite recently, in this very same bed. At least half of last night felt like deja vu to me, like the last time up here with Ken was a play rehearsal, and this was the show, the actual play; and as such I felt a little bit like I was on autopilot, like watching another do those rather wild but practiced things. It was wonderful being with Ken like this, but this time not really a new adventure, but just a replay of a rather enjoyable old one, with several subtle changes…

Sportster

Sun, 09 Apr 2023 00:00:00 +0000

Some of you guys might relate. Harley engines sing a special tune to the ladies that ride. Seems like their vibrations just hit the right frequency with some ladies. A virginal uptight schoolgirl can climb on a Harley and climb off after an hour as a ready-to-fuck hot-assed whore.

When she found out I rode, Roxanne and I hit it off almost instantly. She was waitressing at a little bar in Maine, and I had stopped by on a short ride-about on my Sportster. The Aussies call them walk-abouts, so I figure I can call them ‘ride-abouts’. I asked her out after her shift was over but she said “No, it’s too late and I have to hit the hay. Come around tomorrow about 10. I’m off then and we can ride your Harley anywhere you want to go.” She gave me her address, and I told her to be ready at 10:00 am sharp.

Someone Your Own Size

Wed, 23 Nov 2022 00:00:00 +0000

I’m the strongest girl at school.

I’m not a bully, mind! If anything, I’m pretty much the opposite. I don’t go around looking for a fight; I haven’t tested my mettle against other girls, I don’t go out of my way to punch the boys. But Liberty Heights is a cruel school, where the strong routinely prey on the weak, and the teachers turn a blind eye just as frequently. Which is why I’m happy to cultivate my reputation as Irene the butch, the weird goth you shouldn’t mess with.

Hallowed Eve

Sat, 29 Oct 2022 00:00:00 +0000

Sean walked into the house to the smell of pumpkin spice something-or-other and sighed. His sister Jessica, a senior this year, was sitting at the kitchen table among a spray of books, eating a cookie. She looked up at him and said “What” spraying cookie crumbs at him.

He looked at her tiredly and said “OK, I get it that Halloween is a big thing to you bunch of witches…” A squeal from the other room cut him off “Who are you calling a witch?” His little sister Megan stomped into the kitchen, her face its usual mask of displeasure at the sight of him.

High School Haunted House

Sat, 29 Oct 2022 00:00:00 +0000

Beth followed Ashley through the hallway to the school gymnasium, where Marcus and some of the other seniors were working on their project for the annual Halloween Haunt House. Beth asked, “So, what are Marcus and the others working on in there anyway?”

“It was Marcus’s idea,” Ashley replied. “They’re doing a spooky Egyptian Tomb complete with mummies and stuff. Marcus said the concept was that it’s the resting place of an ancient Pharaoh and his concubines.”

Chain

Mon, 03 Oct 2022 00:00:00 +0000

Chapter 6: Oral, NY and Graduation

Life returned to ‘normal’ whatever that was. Jill survived her two-week Mitt sentence and probably enjoyed more sex than normal. Seeing his wife in the Mitts, eating off the floor, really turned Bob on and that frequently resulted in some after dinner sex of one type or another. Sometimes it was a blowjob, sometimes anal but about once a week, Jill got a good, old-fashioned fucking and that was worth waiting for.

Chain

Mon, 26 Sep 2022 00:00:00 +0000

Chapter 5: Transgression

Clair was as busy the following week as a usual school week. She had several clubs, softball practice and new to the scene, she and Fred had started dating. That had caused some family discussion, but Jill defended her maturity to Bob and so, a 10pm curfew was set along with a limit of no dates on school nights unless it was a special event, like a school play or something.

Chain

Thu, 15 Sep 2022 00:00:00 +0000

Chapter 4: Gran Knows

Jill was never sure what exactly set her daughter off, but she suspected it might have been Clair’s Psychology advanced placement class. Perhaps a discussion of family life, or sexual fetishes, or some similar topic. But for sure, when Clair came down after school that day, Jill could see that she was deep in thought, quiet and perhaps sad. “What’s wrong sweetheart?”

“Oh nothing,” Clair said.

Chain

Mon, 12 Sep 2022 00:00:00 +0000

Chapter 3: First Week

Sunday was uneventful. Clair still couldn’t get up the nerve to go down to the basement and visit with her Mom, so she worked on a school project, talked with friends, rearranged her closet. Bob slept late, then spent most of the day in his woodworking shop refinishing an antique from his Mother-in-Law’s farm. Clair offered to cook some pork chops for dinner and Bob, as was their deal, did the dishes. Bob did show Clair how he prepared Jill’s dinner and suggested that she do it herself for practice on Monday. But Clair still wasn’t interested in taking the meager cup of dinner down to her Mom.

Chain

Thu, 01 Sep 2022 00:00:00 +0000

Chapter 2: The Basement

Bob had a tote in the basement with the equipment from the last two times they had used the “program,” which included four lengths of carefully measured ½ inch high strength steel chain and six high security padlocks. Bob would wrap one short chain tightly around Jill’s waist and padlock it.

Their unfinished basement did have a few unpainted sheetrock walls, one divided the basement roughly in half between the “daylight” part that had windows onto the back yard and the front part that was mostly underground with poured cement foundation walls. The daylight part was mostly used for storage plus Bob had a simple workbench and some tools. The front of the basement had no windows and only one insulated door to enter the space. Along the front of the area was an 8 X 8 alcove that was under the main front door stoop. This alcove had a cement roof that supported the tiles in the entryway. This room was intended to be a basement half bathroom and had a simple sink and toilet. Clair had always been told the toilet was there for when they finally finished the basement into a rec-room and had not thought much about it until now. “So THAT’s what that toilet is for” Clair exclaimed when she finally figured it out.

Chain

Tue, 23 Aug 2022 00:00:00 +0000

Chapter 1: Jill’s Chain

Jill was sitting on a slightly rusty, army surplus metal folding bed. A ½ inch chain was wrapped rather tightly around her waist and padlocked there. One end of a longer chain was locked around a steel pole with a high security padlock; the other end was locked to Jill’s belly chain. They were, of course, all products of Chain Manufacturing, Inc. Jill’s husband Bob was scurrying around the basement room busy with all kinds of tasks. Jill was deep in thought. She knew what Bob was doing was exactly what she had asked him to do, but she also knew, with great certainty, that in four or five days she would regret her consent.

Basement Barbie

Wed, 06 Apr 2022 00:00:00 +0000

Jemma checked her watch as the doorbell buzzed three times in quick succession; it was a quarter to one in the afternoon. She didn’t bother to get up as she heard the front door open and close, and a moment later, the sleek glossy black ponytail topped head of her best friend, Becki, peeked around the door.

“You’re fifteen minutes early!”.

Becki pulled a face as she came into the lounge. “That’s because I am not you, Honey. I can actually manage to get to places on time and frequently, even be early. Unlike someone not a million miles away I could name!” She grinned maliciously at Jemma as she flounced into the room and joined her on the giant plush, expensive leather sofa.

Weekend at Bettie's

Sun, 27 Mar 2022 00:00:00 +0000

Part 1: TGIF

“All Friday night, just good, clean, naughty fun,” she purred into the telephone line. That’s how the whole thing started.

I had been dating Bettie for about three months. A woman with a nice body and a warm, generous personality. Fair skin, dark hair with cute bangs. We were in our early thirties, and super compatible. We were both a little wary of relationships; we both had had one lousy childless marriage in our pasts, and we had been alone the previous few years, just drifting along when we found each other. I worked for an insurance company that did business with her large banking firm, where she was an executive. We worked on a brief project together and started dating.

Weekend at Bettie's

Sun, 27 Mar 2022 00:00:00 +0000

Part 2: Hand Jive

After watching Ashley perform a beautiful hand job, Renee was eager and ready for her turn to pump my cock.

“He needs to recover,” Page said. “Men need some time between ejaculations to recharge.”

As I calmed down from my climax with Ashley, Bettie toweled off some of the juice on my torso, while the others released me from the Velcro cuffs. Bettie took me to the bathroom – on legs still a bit wobbly - to wash up while the others went off to the guest bedroom and bathroom. Bettie took off her teddy to freshen up, and I was still catching my breath when she asked quietly, “Are you really alright with this? I know this caught you way off guard, but Page thought you’d like it, and she’s very persuasive…”

The Saturday Job

Fri, 12 Nov 2021 00:00:00 +0000

It was the best, the very best Saturday job you could have, she thought. It wasn’t just the pay either, which was Gucci, Gucci, Gucci all the way to the bank. It was probably the best Saturday job in the whole world, assuming they had them in other countries. Did they have them in Africa, Europe or India or Australia or…or, well they probably did, she decided as no other country sprang readily to mind. Anyway, it was decidedly an uber-cool Saturday job and certainly beat the hell out of waitressing!

The Gingerbread House

Tue, 27 Jul 2021 00:00:00 +0000

Part 4

Brianna found herself floating in darkness, her mind strangely quiet while her body was distant and relaxed. She thought she could feel something warm and pleasant pressed tightly against herself and there was a faint sense of pressure, almost like being wrapped up in a blanket on a lazy afternoon, but it was vague at best. It was nice though. All that she really, truly felt was a sense of contentment and an all consuming weariness that felt right and comfortable somehow. Time was impossible to tell as she drifted through the darkness, somewhere between sleep and wakefulness, until a new and foreign sensation reached her. It was slight at first, distant, like something pressed against her shoulder, but it slowly grew, demanding more and more attention from her consciousness. It felt almost as if someone was shaking her arm. There was a sound as well, one growing louder and louder as it echoed in the darkness. Curious, she focused on the sound, trying to puzzle out why it was so familiar to her drifting thoughts. Eventually the sound resolved itself into a voice, though the identity of the speaker danced just outside of her perceptions.

The Gingerbread House

Tue, 27 Jul 2021 00:00:00 +0000

Part 6

The heat of the summer had finally faded as August bled into September and began to turn cold as the days of October slowly passed. Brianna was honestly of two minds about that. On the one hand she certainly didn’t miss the heavy and often oppressive heat, to say nothing of how easily her pale skin burned in the sun, but on the other hand she couldn’t deny that after this last summer? It had certainly become her favorite season and she was sad to see it go. Even thinking back on it now brought a smile to her face and a shiver up her spine. Of taking that desperate plunge and admitting her desires, finding them returned and experiencing a whole new world of sex and bondage, pleasure and self discovery as she submitted to her mistresses and their relationship slowly formed as they spent more time together. The memories of it were never far from her mind and even now it all mingled together to create a warm and nostalgic feeling in her chest. Of course time had moved on, as it always did, and the day that Brianna had dreaded came at last. The summer ended and she packed her bags to continue her education. It had been a tearful departure but Roxanna and Sofia had never been anything other than encouraging and, as with so many other things in life, the anticipation had proven far worse than the actual event. Even so as the weeks passed she found herself thinking about it more and more often, the memories lingering in the back of her mind and the ghostly sensations she could still feel on her skin combining in a way that was both pleasant and distracting. Truth be told she’d caught herself daydreaming about it more than once, to say nothing of her actual dreams about all the things they had done. Some were so intense that she still woke up sweaty and panting and, for that brief instant between wakefulness and sleep, thinking she was still there in their bed and in their arms.

The Gingerbread House

Tue, 27 Jul 2021 00:00:00 +0000

Part 5

It had been 7 days, or 168 hours, or 10,080 minutes since Brianna Wilde had found herself first locked in a chastity belt. It seemed like a lot longer than it actually was when she thought about it like that but while objectively speaking she knew that her experience had been relatively short there were moments when it had felt like an eternity. If nothing else she had gained a new appreciation for how cavalierly Claudia had spoken of wearing her belt for months on end and, once again, she could not help but be impressed. Part of her wondered if she could manage such a feat herself, while another part wondered if she might get the chance to try. A daunting, but exciting prospect that she still wasn’t certain she relished or feared. When this had started she honestly hadn’t known what to expect and over the course of the week it had actually surprised her just how often her thoughts were drawn to the bands of steel imprisoning her loins, its familiar pressure a constant companion. The belt itself wasn’t painful, not truly, and she had more or less gotten used to wearing it, mastering the surprising number of techniques it took to walk and sit and move normally in the thing even if wearing a steel thong was still awkward at times. Truth be told, there were actually moments when she had almost forgotten about it, a testament to how accustomed to the device’s presence on her body she had grown. But such moments never lasted long. Always, always she would suddenly shift in a chair or stand up too quickly or try and twist at the waist and the metal bands would either press into her skin or brush against her imprisoned sex in a way that was still surprisingly pleasant. At first such instances had been a shock, often accompanied by a hiss or a wide-eyed gasp of surprise but thankfully she was getting better at controlling her reactions. Honestly, in those first days that had been her biggest fear, that some awkward movement or involuntary reaction on her part might give the game away even if some part of her was secretly turned on by the idea.

The Gingerbread House

Sun, 18 Jul 2021 00:00:00 +0000

Part 1

It was something of a truism that, if you dug deep enough every neighborhood, no matter how small, had its mysteries and a rare few of those were even actually mysteries. Famous crimes, strange disappearances, spooky occurrences and unexplained phenomenon, the kind of things that might even draw in tourists or a television crew if the neighborhood was insistent enough in promoting itself. Of course, most neighborhood mysteries were completely mundane. Little more than housewife gossip, the type passed around church pews and barbecues, or wildly exaggerated stories that became little more than urban legends, if they were interesting enough. Hickory Lane could not even claim that much. Oh, there was certainly plenty of gossip, that seemed to be something of a universal constant, but most of it was of an utterly mundane sort. The Emerson divorce had been the biggest news in a while, but that ended up being too painfully amicable to make for a good story. No, the real enduring mystery of the neighborhood was a house. Not a haunted house, nothing so interesting, just an old house. It was a nice house, most would agree, a small two-story affair at the far end of the block right next to a thicket of hickory trees that had given the development its name once upon a time enclosed by a wooden fence in the back. Now, who had built the house and when was something of a mystery. No one in the neighborhood was entirely certain just how long it had been there, though most agreed that it had to have been among the first homes built here and certainly the oldest still standing, but that was hardly the sort of mystery that got tongues wagging. Nor was the house some rundown and abandoned ruin of an earlier age. The building itself was clean and well kept, the shutters painted, the yard and the gardens in the back were neatly tended and the pool was cleaned regularly. That was no mystery either since the house was occupied and had been for years. No, as was also traditional, the true mystery of 137 N. Hickory Lane was its residents.

The Gingerbread House

Sun, 18 Jul 2021 00:00:00 +0000

Part 2

The problem, Brianna decided after weeks of thought and indecision was that something that made sense while half asleep often didn’t hold up to scrutiny in the morning. The dream, the hope, of being with her neighbors, of becoming their lover, their plaything… It was a wonderful dream, long cherished and long dismissed as impossible but then there was her discovery, the discovery that had changed everything. Even now she could easily summon up the images when she closed her eyes, the incredible sight of the two women she had wanted for so long engaging in a BDSM threesome with an unknown woman in heavy bondage. Just the thought of it made her knees weak and lit a fire in her very core. The sight may well have been the most arousing thing she had ever seen and each night she replayed it in her mind over and over, fingers deep within herself as she fantasized about being in that woman’s place, of being cruelly bound and gagged and used. Even just thinking about it now left her feeling a bit flushed and horny. Thankfully no one had noticed her little distracted daydreams, but the truth remained. And yet, for all that she hoped and dreamed and prayed that this discovery might mean she had a chance at making those fantasies, both old and new, come true Brianna still hesitated. Even if Sofia and Roxanna were in an open relationship, even if they were willing to indulge in a threesome on occasion (and the proof seemed fairly conclusive) what was she going to do? Knock on their door, mention she had been spying on their sex life and ask if there was room for one more? The very idea sounded ludicrous, even in her head. She wasn’t exactly a blushing virgin but Brianna’s romantic experience was still somewhat limited and while she couldn’t say for sure, she had a feeling that was a less than ideal method.

The Gingerbread House

Sun, 18 Jul 2021 00:00:00 +0000

Part 3

As much as it was a cliché, Brianna definitely felt a smile on her lips and a song in her heart as she made the familiar trek down the sidewalk to 137 North Hickory Lane. Despite having made this trip nearly every day for weeks now she felt a strong sense of anticipation building within her. It was strange, in a way. The trip itself had become almost routine, setting off after breakfast for her neighbors’ house wearing simple and loose clothing, ostensibly to do various bits of housework while Sofia spent her summer painting shutters, trimming hedges and doing any one of the thousand little things she did to keep the house in shape and the yard in its usual pristine condition. Glancing at the colorful flower beds and recently cut grass it certainly looked like Sofia was doing her usual, marvelous job which was increasingly impressive with the heat of summer now upon them. Brianna could not help but shake her head at that. She certainly didn’t envy the woman her labors under this sun. Of course, in reality while Brianna did help out around the house her days at 137 North Hickory Lane generally included a great deal more sex and bondage than one might expect, hence the reason for her anticipation. The experience so far had been incredible. On the surface the deal they had worked out was quite simple. Roxanna and Sofia were now her mistresses and she, in turn, was their slave, sworn to serve and obey them. In practice it was far more complicated with dozens of details that had needed to be worked out, in everything from the daily schedule they would keep to what Brianna’s limits were and, of course, exactly what everyone expected out of this. Some of that was still being worked out. Brianna really hadn’t known what her limits were, still didn’t completely, and so much of the last month had been dedicated to finding out. Grinning, and blushing, just a little at that Brianna could not help but think back to the training she had undergone so far. Testing the limits of her flexibility and endurance, and enhancing both; being tied in dozens of different ways with rope, leather and steel; learning how large of a gag she could fit in her mouth (much larger than she would have expected); and experiencing a seemingly endless series of toys, devices and bondage gear. But all of that paled in comparison to the changes she could feel in herself as she began to truly understand what it meant to submit and how much she enjoyed being under the power of her lovers. If nothing else the experience had certainly been educational and Brianna could claim with certainty that she had learned a great deal about herself.

The Adventures of Abigail

Fri, 04 Jun 2021 00:00:00 +0000

My name is Abigail. I am a collector. I collect boys. Not minors, of course, that would be too messy. No, my prey is always eighteen. Boys leave home at this age so no one notices if they go missing. A fate I had planned for Tyler the moment I saw him.

“Silberman! Pay attention!”

“Sorry, Coach!”

I need you to understand something before we begin. Normally I’m laser focused when on the diamond. I was team captain after all. No one wanted us to finally reach Nationals more than I did. The problem was the field we were forced to use. We were a small high school so the board had to make a choice between a baseball or football stadium. Guess which one won. For our practices and home games we rented a field in the local sports park. That’s where my troubles lay today.

My Summer Of Dares

Tue, 08 Sep 2020 00:00:00 +0000

Part 15: The New Deal

Dana called her parents while Gregory waited with us, and after a lengthy back and forth she got their permission for us to use their summerhouse as an off campus dorm to attend the local and much less expensive Cromwell University together. There would be conditions, but they would be announced later, the matter left open ended and really pissing Dana off, especially since her brother Peter’s name had come up. She liked being in charge of things, this having somebody else, even if it was her parents, making rules for her, and by extension, us, was irritating for her.

Sheila

Sun, 30 Aug 2020 00:00:00 +0000

Part 5 - Earlier days

Sheila from time to time would open up about her past. She had told me about her and Skip, her boyfriend when she was an older teenager and the one who had widened her bondage horizons immensely.

She was sixteen, still a junior in high school, he was a senior there, a year older than her, and he was the kinkiest person she could ever dream of meeting at that point in her life. He was her first real love and she would, like most girls with their first love, do anything he wanted, no matter how extreme. Well, they did some really extreme things, which pretty much set the tone for the rest of her life so far.

The Barn

Tue, 14 Jul 2020 00:00:00 +0000

Part 1

Bobbie approached the barn from out of the woods, the barn being about 200 yards from the trail that snaked through the forest between the two southern Vermont towns where this barn was located. She could see the lights were out in the house, the barn being about 50 yards from the house.

It had been raining, the woods were damp, she stopped at the tree line and watched the house for more than a minute. No signs of life.

By Invitation

Sun, 14 Jun 2020 00:00:00 +0000

Continues from part one_

### Part 2 - A Top-Flight Adventure

Tuesday was a light day and Scott and I just sat next to each other in Medieval History, my second class of three on Tuesdays. Neither of us was willing to show anything different to any of our classmates and we pretty well ignored each other like we had been doing for the last few months. I had back-to-back classes on Tuesday and we were on separate sides of campus when I was in the third class so I was long gone before he could find me, in my car and on my way back home.

Confessions of a Teenage Bondage Slut

Thu, 16 Apr 2020 00:00:00 +0000

Continues from part four

Part 5: Valentine’s

Through a lucky coincidence, both of the Valentine’s Days I had with my high school boyfriend fell on weekends, and my parents left me alone when they went out of town for their own plans both years. Some might call that bad parenting of a teenage only daughter, but I was really happy about it! I wanted to go “all out” for our first Valentine’s Day together to please my new Master and owner; we’d been together about 4 months by then – pretty long by high school standards – and sexually active for about 2, but it still felt fresh at that point in our lives when he was my first at pretty much everything.

He Said, She Said

Mon, 06 Apr 2020 00:00:00 +0000

Continues from part one

Part Two Although I expected her to come again for more, I could hardly contain my excitement when the plans were set. Our last tie up session was nothing short of incredible. I dreamed about it over and over. After hog-tying her, I “accidentally” pulled the string on her string bikini at the back of her neck. It almost fell off, but she said nothing. I tried to make pulling the bow at the back look like an accident but whether it was an accident or not didn’t seem to matter to her. She seemed to expect a bikini like hers to “fall off” in this kind of situation. With it practically lying on the floor, I commented to her that she really was not using it anymore so I might as well remove it. Rather than agreeing or disagreeing she pointed out that the bows on the sides of the bottoms were all that held the bottoms on too. How would you react to that? After completely removing the top half, I went for the little bows on the bottoms and pulled on them as a sort of experiment to see what would happen. Pulling on the waistband over her butt made it clear that the bikini bottoms were falling off too. When she rocked onto her side it pretty well fell off. — I knocked at the door and as he opened it I gave him a big hug and kissed him. He seemed embarrassed at this affection at his front door and quickly closed the door. With two bottles of Pepsi we sat on his living room floor. I told him how awesome our last ‘date’ was and I wanted to do it again even more intensely than the last. He had trouble thinking of what he could do more than last time. What more could he do than hog-tie me naked. I said the hog-tie can be tighter and I said I wanted him to put me outside in the snow. He looked at me like I was crazy. Maybe I was but I repeated to him again that I wanted to be hog-tied naked in the snow. I told him that from my snow experience last week, I knew I could take the snow and being tied up I would have no choice. I would depend on him to rescue me when he wanted (I wondered how long that might be, but decided that would be up to him.). The hog-tie had to be a tighter and stricter hog-tie than last time, so tight that I could not move. I was so excited that I stripped naked and looked at him and asked where his ropes were. — When she told me what she wanted I could not believe my ears and when she took her clothes off, I could barely believe my eyes. I headed off like a zombie in search of my ropes. While in the garage gathering the ropes I took a few deep breaths and told myself to snap out of it. She was serious about this and I had to be too. I came up to the living room ropes in hand and focused on the job that fate had handed me. This was going to be great! As I started binding her elbows she insisted again that it had better be tight. I wrapped the rope tight above her elbows so that her elbows were crushed together and then wrapped the rope tight around her arms, up toward her shoulders. As I continued to wrap her upper arms were nearly touching behind her. This forced her shoulders back in what I was sure was tighter than she had ever experienced before. I then took another rope and bound her forearms together and cinched it even tighter. This tie started 3 or 4 inches above her wrists so there was no way her fingers could get near it. She twisted around to try and see my handiwork and seemed quite satisfied that it was tight enough. I asked her to climb up onto a table and lay on her belly to make the hog-tie easier and she willingly obliged. I tied and cinched her ankles then found an anchor point just behind her neck. I looped the rope around her ankle tie and back to the anchor point giving me a complete loop from anchor point to ankles and began to pull in the rope. At first it was easy, but got harder as her ankles went past her wrists. As her back arched more and more her hands past her crotch between her legs. With her feet about two inches from the anchor point I took the surplus rope and wrapped it around the rope between her ankles and anchor and tied it off. Her arms were so close to her calves that it seemed like they were asking to be tied together, so that’s what I did. I took one last piece of rope and used it as a tie around her legs near her knees. This had the effect of tying her hands between her legs. I asked her if it was tight enough for her and she admitted that she didn’t think it could be any tighter. I offered to try to tighten something but she quickly declined my offer. Next I confirmed again that she wanted to be dumped in the snow. Again she said yes and asked me to hurry before she changed her mind. I suggested that I could gag her so that she could not chicken out at the last minute. She answered that she was determined to go through with this so a gag was not necessary. I retorted by asking why she was against it if it was not going to make any difference. She was anxious to get outside, so she relented. Now I had to find a gag. I rounded up a scarf and used it, wrapping it around at least three times and tied it off in the back. I said that now we were ready and she nodded in agreement. I opened the back patio door then picked her up and carried her outside. The night winter was cold for me. I could only imagine it was freezing for her since she wore only the ropes I had used to tie her up. As I stepped out I realized that I was wearing only socks on my feet. In seconds the snow soaked the bottoms of my feet and I might as well have been walking barefoot on ice. I turned to the side of our deck where the recent storm had left a snowdrift at least six feet deep. Without waiting for a reaction from her I held her over the soft drift and dropped her into the snow. She dropped less than a foot from my arms to the snow, but it was a very soft landing as she sank easily two feet into the powder snow. She sank well below the top surface of the snow and came to rest about half on her side. I could see her upturned face at the bottom of the hole in the snow and all she could do was mumble through her gag. At the bottom of her hole nobody in the surrounding houses could see her so she was safe from unwanted voyeurs. As I looked down at her helpless bound body half buried in the snow I thought to myself, why not finish the job and bury her completely. Could she really get much colder if she was covered in snow? I remembered mentioning last weekend that the next time she went in the snow I would make sure she was buried well and this was my chance. With my feet half frozen, I didn’t have a lot of time to think about it. I grabbed the snow shovel that leaned beside the back door and took a shovel full of snow from the deck and dropped it on top of her in the hole. It was soft snow like the drift she was lying in but that didn’t stop her from screaming when it hit her. I thought I heard her say “what the hell” but by then I was dumping the second shovel full of snow into her hole. This one covered her head. With the hole pretty well filled in I told her that I was going inside to get dry socks and that I would be out to get her when I was properly dressed for winter. As I closed the door, instead of hearing some kind of plea for rescue, all I heard was something that sounded like “fuck” from deep under the snow. — I had asked for tight bondage and that is certainly what I got from the start. He bound my elbows together behind my back like he has done before and I was used to him simply cinching it off, but instead he continued to wrap up my arms forcing them close behind my back and nearly dislocating my shoulders. Then he bound my forearms together. I had a lot of mobility in my wrists and hands but it was impossible to get at any of the knots. By the time he had finished the forearm tie my shoulders were getting used to the awkward twisting behind my back. He asked me to lie down on the table, which wasn’t easy with my arms trussed up. He helped me lie down on my belly and groped my breasts at the same time. I guess that is to be expected if you are tied up and naked. The table felt cold on my breasts and belly and I began to wonder how I would be able to deal with the freezing cold of the snow. He tied my ankles together and then had me bend them upward. His rope went from my ankles to just behind my neck and then he started to pull in the hog-tie. As it got tighter my back arched more and more and my tied hands slid down past my ass. I think he stopped when me feet were within inches of my head and tied off the rope. I had never seen as strict a hog-tie before, though it wasn’t really a hog-tie in its actual definition. That’s because my hands and feet were not tied together. Then he wrapped a rope tightly between my arms and legs. This forced my back to arch a little bit more as my arms were pulled away from my back. No good tie would be complete without cinching and this tie was completed with a good tight cinch. As if that wasn’t enough to immobilize me, he took one last rope and wrapped it tightly, of course, around my thighs and trapped my hands, which were now tucked between my legs, into the tie. My hands were caught between my legs that were wrapped in rope. I was beginning to think the rope would keep me warm while outside. He wanted to gag me and after some persuasion on his part, I relented. A minute later my mouth was stuffed with somebody’s scarf. Being gagged takes away your ability to communicate so you are completely at the mercy of your captor and that became so clearly obvious once we got outside. Next was to get outside in the snow! He picked me up and stepped out onto his back deck. The deck light was on and it lit up all the surrounding snow. I guess I was lit up too, but my mind was too busy battling with my body’s reaction to the blast of cold air. I looked around a bit and spotted a few spots on the deck where he could put me down for my quick snow experience. You see, I expected to be placed in the snow somewhere on the deck, like on the patio table. That way I could easily be picked up again when he thought I had enough. That’s not at all what happened. He carried to the edge of the deck muttering something about how cold it was on his feet, held me over the railing and to my horror, just dropped me. The second that I was in free fall was terrifying. I thought I was going to hit head first into a rock hard snow bank and with my hands and feet tied up; there was nothing I could do. Here is where the communication that was taken away with the gag, might have been able to change things. In the end I hit leading with my right shoulder into the softest snow I could ever have hoped for, but the snow, being frozen water, was freezing cold. I knew how cold it would be from the previous week’s experience, but there is no way to get used to the initial shock. I came to rest half on my side with my head deeper into the snow than my knees. I turned my head up and could see that I had sunk about a foot and a half into the snowdrift, or maybe a bit deeper. I could see him high above me peering into my hole and the only thing that came to my mind was how the hell was he going to get me out. All of a sudden he disappeared from my narrow line of sight and I began to panic. What if he leaves me here? I didn’t think I could survive in this freezing predicament for even a minute so his disappearance had me frantic. But as quick as he had left he returned and I was quite relieved to see him again. Then all of a sudden I see him with a big shovel overflowing with snow. I never imagined that he would dump the load of snow on top of me. We had never talked about being buried! The gag made any sort of discussion of this impossible too. With my head deeper into the snow than the rest of me, even shaking my head no could not be noticed. Before I could even react, he dropped it all on me. It completely covered me to the middle of my back and seemed to pretty well fill my hole in and now I was encased in snow. Just when I thought he had accomplished the worst, he appeared over the railing with a second shovel full of snow and this one he held right over my head! I was in horror that he might drop the snow on my head and bury me alive in a snowdrift. A second later that is exactly what he did and there was nothing I could do about it. At the last split second I took a gasp of air and closed my eyes. The snow did not actually hurt because it was all powder snow but it was so cold that I took in another gasp. So at the first moment of my burial I learned that I could actually breath through the snow. I opened my eyes and discovered that I could see a bit of light through the snow too. I heard a muffled voice say something about His feet being cold and a few moments it all went black. I’m guessing that he turned off the deck light. So there I was, buried alive in a snowdrift naked and tied up without the slightest hope of getting free. In my freezing cocoon of white all I could do was wait for him to come back, assuming he would come for me! The seconds dragged on into minutes and the minutes felt like hours. I wondered when hypothermia would set in. I read somewhere that as long as you were shivering you were not hypothermic and I was shivering all over, so I took that as a good sign. Now all I could do was wait to be rescued. — As I stepped inside I turned off the outside light, pulled off my freezing and wet socks and then headed to the bathroom to jack off. In less than two minutes that was all over, literally. After a quick cleanup I started to get ready to “recover the body”. I grabbed several towels, tossed a few in the dryer and took the rest to the living room. Two were spread on the table where I expected I would be putting her down. I ran around the house finding boots, snow pants, a coat and gloves. It would be stupid for me to go back out not properly dressed. I got dressed for the outdoors and headed out to rescue my freezing damsel in a lot of distress… She had been dropped into a snowdrift that was at least five feet deep, but the snow all around the deck was at least three feet deep. Walking around the deck through the deep snow to where she was hiding was hard enough on my own. Coming back with her in my arms would prove to be much harder. As I came around the deck, plodding through the snow, I called out “Where are you?” All I could make out was a desperate mumble. I started scooping the snow away, digging to find her. As I brushed her with my hand she gave out a squeal, so I proceeded with a little more caution. When I felt I had a good idea exactly where she was in the snow bank, I shoved my arms under her through the snow bank. I got a pile of snow up the sleeve of my jacket, but I ignored that. With my arms under her I lifted her out of the snow. Her entire body was bright red from the cold of the snow. Whether it was just her or the combination of her and the snow still stuck around her, but I was not prepared for the weight and I fell backward onto my butt into the snow with her landing in my lap. It was immediately apparent that I could not get up from this position as long as she was on my lap. I would have to dump her into the snow again. I flipped her off my lap and then got myself out of the snow and picked her up again. This time her arms and legs were under her and her belly was turned upward. This was a more awkward way to carry her but by this point the quickest way inside was the best way. As I made my way through the snow to the stairs I stumbled again under the weight of my naked friend, this time falling head first and on top of her, sinking her deep into the powder snow yet a third time, only this time I was on top of her. This time she only managed a moan from under me. I knew I had to get her inside and fast! I picked her up again and carried her up onto the deck. While still holding her, I tried to open the patio door, but it would not move. Full of apologies I told her I would have to put her down one more time so that I could open the door. I could tell her voice was weak even under the gag. She was freezing and I was afraid that she might fall unconscious. I knew I had to hurry. I gently laid her on our patio table, but it was also piled up with soft powdered snow too, so once again she sank deep into the snow. I tried again to open the door but it still would not open. I looked in through the glass door and noticed that the latch had fallen down to the lock position. The door was locked! I thought “oh shit, now what do I do?” She mumbled again through the gag and I think her teeth were chattering even in the gag. In the light on the deck I could see her whole body shivering. I dreaded telling her that we were locked out. I took off my coat and wrapped it around her while breaking the news to her that the door was locked. I thought she was going to start to cry. As I wrapped my coat around her I touched her bare body with ungloved hands and realized how cold she really was. I had to get her inside. Then it hit me. I had my front door key in my coat pocket. I yanked the coat off her exposing her to the cold winter air again and took off around the house to the front door. As I turned around the corner of the house I thought I heard her try to cry out, but there was no time to stop. I had to get her inside and every second counted. — All I could do was lie there in my ultra strict hogtie and buried under about a foot of snow. My feet and toes felt like ice but my hands were still quite warm because they were pressed between my legs. I took that as a good sign that the inside of my legs were not directly exposed to snow, and were still relatively warm. Inside my wintery cocoon it was dark and quiet. Whether my eyes were open or shut made no difference because my world was black. What little squirming that I could do only seemed to allow the snow to fill in any little spaces around my body. Finally I heard the muffled sound of boots in the snow. I opened my eyes and could see the same faint light that there was when I was first buried. The crunching footsteps seemed to be moving away from me. I tried screaming but practically nothing made it through my gag. Seconds later I felt some movement of the snow piled on top of me. Then I felt a hand brush on my right leg. The glove felt very rough and stung my frozen skin. He was brushing away the snow only to locate me because the next thing that happened was he was shoving his gloved hands through the snow under me and picked me up with much of the snow still piled on top of me. My face came clear of the snow because I was basically facing down. As he lifted me up he must have fallen backward because I found myself lying, belly down, on his lap. He said something about not being able to stand up with me on him so he flipped me off of him, head first, back into the snow. I flipped right over and landed on my back, or more precisely, on my legs and arms that were tightly hogtied behind me. The weight of my body on my bound limbs was certainly evident, but the shock of the cold snow again was worse. He got himself up and picked me up again. He carried me on my back with my arms and legs under me. It wasn’t very comfortable but at that point I was more concerned with getting inside. He was carrying me around the deck when I guess he stumbled in the deep snow. He dropped me again, face first into the snow, and fell on top of me! His full weight came down on me and drove me into the snow a third time and winded me. All I could get out through my gag was a grunt as he landed on me. He swore at himself, which told me he was very upset at what was happening. As he got himself up again he pushed my head deeper into the snow. I guess he was just trying to get off of me. On his feet again, he picked up a frozen, naked me and made his way up the steps onto the back deck. He finally arrived at the back patio door. The warmth of inside was just a glass pane away. I was so anxious to get in out of the cold and put an end to this stupid challenge of mine. He seemed to have difficulty opening the door while holding me in his arms. He apologized but said that he would have to put me down one more time to allow him to open the door. I nodded my head to signal my understanding but mumbled through my gag “hurry”, but it didn’t quite sound that way. He looked around for a place to put me down. He first considered putting me on the floor of the deck but had second thoughts, probably because it would be difficult to pick me up again from the floor. He quickly decided to place me on a table on the deck, but it was covered in about two feet of snow, so once again I found myself lying on a bed of soft, freezing cold snow. You can be sure that I was not at all happy about my situation, but that was hard to tell through the gag in my mouth. He went back to the door but still could not open it. He looked through the window and said, “Shit, it’s locked.” A million things raced through my head; how could this happen? Didn’t he just come out through that door? How are we going to get in now? Am I going to die of hypothermia? He took off his coat and tried to wrap me in it. It was certainly welcome warmth from the cold winter air, but my belly was still sitting in snow. Then, without warning he pulled his coat off of me and took off down the stairs and around the house. Now my heart really sank. He’s left me to freeze to death, I thought. Where did he go? Was he coming back? Whatever he was up to, there was nothing I could do. My only option was to lie there in a pile of snow, tied up and naked. I could not feel my toes, my breasts and belly stung from the cold of the snow, my arms aches from the tight ropes and the freezing wind blew across my frozen back. I had no more energy and no more hope. In total despair, my head dropped into its portion of the snow bank that lay under it, burying my face in the soft white stuff. I thought to myself that they should find my body when the sun comes up. Then I heard a swishing noise and his voice saying, “I’m back”. I struggled to pick up my head and saw him stepping out through the opened patio door. He picked me up, carried me through the door and put me down, this time on some towels on the table where he had tied me up. Then he took off again without removing my gag or any of the ropes! I tried to mumble something through the gag but it did no good. A minute later he showed up again and the sweetheart wrapped a warm fuzzy towel around me and hugged me saying how sorry he was about the disaster I just endured. The warm towel felt so good but it quickly cooled off and became soaking wet from the snow that was stuck to me. He rolled me halfway over and put another warm towel under me to soak up the puddle that was forming under me. Off came the top towel and it was replaced with another warm towel that he wrapped around my shoulders. With my head out of the towel he began working on removing my gag. I think the cloth gag was frozen because he struggled to untie it but the knot finally let loose and the gag came out. At this point, after being tied, gagged and nearly frozen to death, the moment seemed to call for something profound from me. You know something really meaningful. The only thing I could think of saying was, “I don’t think I want to try that again.” He hugged me tight again and I think he began to cry. I tried to comfort him but, still being tied up, that was difficult. He was really troubled over the ordeal that I had just endured, but I had to share some of that responsibility too since it was my idea in the first place. Well, not the part about burying me in the snow, but that would never have happened if I had not hatched the crazy plan to start with. After he seemed to regain his composure I asked him how his feet were. He looked confused as he asked me what I thought was wrong with his feet as he started to untie the rope that held my feet so close to my head. I told him that I remembered him saying something about how cold his feet were after he put me down in the snow bank. I did not mention the snow that was thrown on top of me. — How could she be concerned about my feet that got a chill while I was tossing her into a snowbank and burying her alive! I was speechless after realizing that she cared about what I went through in the snow. I gave her a big hug, which was rather difficult the way she was tied up. I think she thought I was trying to fondle her. I started working on all the ropes starting with the one securing her ankles in her hog-tie. As it came loose her legs began to straighten but the rope tying her arms to her calves held the hog-tie pretty tight. It had to be removed before her legs could relax. When this rope was removed her legs could finally straighten and as they did her hands that were held between her knees just slid out. Next I worked on her elbow rope and then her forearms. When her arms were finally free, she rolled over, sat up, hopped off the table and gave me a huge hug followed by a deep kiss. Naked and ankles still tied, she was more interested in showing me affection than gaining her freedom from all the ropes. After sharing affection I asked her if she could finish untying herself. She said she could so I excused myself and headed up stairs. The master bedroom is equipped with a large whirlpool bath and I had headed up to prepare a hot bath with bath salts and all. A few minutes later she came upstairs looking for me with one of the bath towels wrapped around her. — I was so touched by his gesture of preparing a hot bath for me I gave him another big hug. I dropped the towel and slid into a delightfully hot bath. For the first few minutes I just lay there with my eyes closed enjoying the warmth all around me as if there wasn’t another soul in the world. I opened my eyes and was a little shocked to see him sitting on the side of the tub gazing at me. He said, “You look beautiful.” The bath was huge so I invited him to join me. At first he hesitated but it didn’t take much to convince him. He stripped his clothes off and stepped into the bath. This was the first time I saw him naked. His cock was huge with an erection that I don’t know how long he had had it. We cuddled in the bath and I gave him a deep kiss. I slowly went to hold his hard cock but I guess it was the heat of the bath that had killed his erection. That did not stop him from enjoying my fondling. His fingers found my cunt and for the rest of the evening we both bathed in our mutual pleasure. more fancy with these effects.

He Said, She Said

Mon, 06 Apr 2020 00:00:00 +0000

I met my latest boyfriend in Social Studies class and the module we were studying was all about social norms and what our society sees as acceptable and unacceptable behavior. There were a lot of unacceptable behaviors, like assault, sexual assault, forced confinement. Some nerds didn’t know what that was and the teacher explained that it could include kidnapping, being left locked in a room or being tied up, things like that. Then some guy trying to sound smart calls out, “but what if she wants to be tied up?” That got quite a laugh from several boys, but not my boyfriend. That pretty well ended the class and we all left.

Summer Fun

Thu, 12 Mar 2020 00:00:00 +0000

Continues from part one

Wednesday came in even hotter than Tuesday and we were all in our bikini bathing suits again. Around noon the girls asked me if I was going to stay in my bikini for the afternoon tie up game. I said that it was the most natural thing to do given the heat.

We met up at the sandpit for the regular game. The boys counted to 50, my friends scattered, but I just stayed there until they had finished their counting. I said that this would save them having to catch me. They immediately ‘caught’ me and this time tied my hands together, palm-to-palm, but this time in front and pulled me along down a new trail for a few hundred meters.

Summer Fun

Mon, 24 Feb 2020 00:00:00 +0000

The game had gone like this for several days; the boys chased the girls, the boys caught me and then the boys tied me up. After the boys had their fun they left me tied up either to escape by myself or wait until the other girls found me. It started off as easy ties, which I usually got out of by myself, but as the boys discovered how flexible I was, the ties got tighter and more restrictive. By the end of the first week most of the ties were inescapable. I had a few conversations with my girlfriends and told them that I didn’t mind being the one to always get tied up, but they had to be sure to come and rescue me because the boys were getting too good at tying me up. The other three girls in my gang promised to watch where they took me and to get me out as soon as the boys left. As long as I continued to get tied up it meant they didn’t get tied up and that sat very well with them. With only one more week in my vacation at the cottage I was pretty sure I could take anything the boys could dream up.

Lonely Together

Thu, 06 Feb 2020 00:00:00 +0000

I can pinpoint the moment Miss Wilson stopped being just a maths teacher to me quite clearly. It’s fixed in my mind, in a way few moments in my short life have been. I can remember the smell of the stuffy classroom, filled with sweaty teenage bodies. The droning voice of the economics teacher, talking about nothing I cared to learn. The heat of the room, oppressive and close.

She came through the door of the classroom without a knock. I could see straight away that something wasn’t right. Her eyes were glassy and unfocused, looking past us, through us. Ignoring Mr Gardner’s questioned greeting, saying nothing at all. Her unsteady gait took her past me where I sat, closest to the door, like she was looking for someone, or something. A confused look on her face, as if she wasn’t quite sure how to express something. I met Mr Gardner’s gaze as the room descended into a stunned silence.

Shack

Thu, 16 Jan 2020 00:00:00 +0000

Continues from part three

Part Four

Shack arrived early one Friday to take Tina with him for a quick two-day trip to the coast to drop off what Tina learned was a brand-new, completely empty, trailer. Shack admitted it was rather strange to drag an empty box all that way but it was what the customer wanted and since it led through here he was more than happy to do it. Tina climbed into the passenger seat all smiles and glowing wearing daisy dukes and a reasonably tight t-shirt with a bra underneath it. Shack smiled a lot as he took her in. Even in tennis shoes her legs were incredible and it looked like all of them and a little more was open to his admiring gaze in those shorts. She gently grabbed his chin and tilted it upward. “My eyes are up here and the road is out there.” She said sweetly, trying hard to avoid any sting. “You can look all you want once we stop for the night.”

Vickdini

Mon, 16 Dec 2019 00:00:00 +0000

It was one of those lazy summer days at school, I was in the 6th form so had plenty of free time. Spending most of this time in the common room was quite normal as I had not yet passed my driving test. Today I was working hard on an essay for my English teacher, who by this point was also a little more than a teacher (fans will know from other stories!). After what seemed like an hour, Vicki, my English teacher walked in and stood by the side of the desk I was working at. I knew it was Vicki without looking up as from my vantage point, I could see the tip of her cute suede boots, and I could smell her perfume, one that I had bought for her.

The New Spring Line

Tue, 02 Oct 2018 00:00:00 +0000

The characters and situations in this story are a work of fiction. Permission to use the characters in this story has been given by their original creator, Andy Latex as noted in his blog Smooth Slick N Shiny. This story is meant as an ‘alternate reality’ of his fictional universe.

William checked his reflection in the mirror. He adjusted his trousers for the fifth time and made sure his shoes were clean and polished. He wondered if he should have asked for a shorter haircut and chose his blue shirt rather than the green. Maybe they wouldn’t matter to her. Maybe she won’t notice. Won’t notice… Would she just brush him off as another admirer? She must have dozens. Probably professional athletes, businessmen and maybe even those with family titles. A young university student may be beneath her. Worse than that. A student still living with his mother and needing to take the bus and the tube to get around the city. Oh, why did he think he could even get within a mile of her?

The Statement of William Shelton 3

Thu, 03 Dec 2015 00:00:00 +0000

(story continues from The Statement of William Shelton 2)

Author’s note: Some words, including ‘hugely’ occur far too often in the story. The story is intended to portray the written version of a verbal narrative, and the character “talks that way.” The author understands the value of variety in written and spoken words, and practices it. Hugely.

Part 3

Alternate ending. Pick up from the “has very little if any conscience” paragraph about six from the end of the story. Not as much sex, but hopefully a good story. Ends happily (ever after) unlike the other version.

Cat & Krista's Capture

Thu, 24 May 2012 00:00:00 +0000

This is my my first attempt at writing a fiction story, let me know what you think and if you’d like to see more.

Her small wrists tugged furiously against the leather straps. It was really quite exhilarating to watch. After months of careful planning everything worked out perfectly and my new sex toy was exactly how I wanted her. She, of course, was not as satisfied with the situation as me and I couldn’t blame her. Being kidnapped and tightly bound doesn’t exactly ease the mind. Under normal circumstances I almost believe she would enjoy the tight bondage, but being forced to watch the horrible fate of her sister had thrown her into a panic. Her sister Krista was a year older and although I did enjoy playing with them together, I couldn’t resist showing the younger sister, Catherine, exactly what I had in store for her.

Amber In a Box

Fri, 09 Nov 2007 00:00:00 +0000

Part 1: The Arrival

The box was finally pried open. All the partygoers leaned forward with their martini and brandy glasses in hand. A slight muffle was heard through all of the styrafoam blocks. The well-dressed man to whom this crate was addressed rummaged through the crate and the styrafoam like a kid rifling through a giant Cracker Jacks box. The guests peered in for a closer look. The gasps were audible as his blue-blooded friends and colleagues focused on the form beyond the foam.

Jean

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

I thought I’d relate another bondage experience I had when I was young. I hope it encourages others to post their stories.

It was three years after my bondage episode with Christie that I got my next chance to tie up a woman. I was 17 at the time and a lot had happened in 3 years. My folks got separated, my Mom & I moved into town to live in a basement suite, and I discovered the beautiful images of bound and gagged females gracing the covers of men’s detective magazines in those days.