After you went to bed last night, I lay in the living room pondering my morning off today. I thought about how thrilling it would be to have some time off to “myself” and I thought about some fantasies I might use to bring myself to completion (all involving you of course). I imagined being teased by you. I imagined being touched by you. I imagined being tortured by you. But alas, you would not be here. What was I to do? ...

Standing in front of me was a handsome young man. He was no taller than I but very well built. He had his eyes cast to the floor and would dare not look at me unless spoken to. “What a good boy” I find myself thinking as I look over him. His bubbly ass was bright red from his daily punishment and his nipples were standing hard at attention from being clamped for so long. I tell him to kneel and he does so without hesitation. I have trained him well. The light from the fire seems to dance on his bald head I gently rub it and whisper” Do you love your master?” he gazes up into my eyes and replies “Yes master” I force him on all fours and have him walk with me to the table where I have already laid out the toys for tonight’s session. First taking the dog tail butt plug I shove it into his mouth and say to him “Make that nice and wet, unless you want me to shove it in dry” I watch as he uses his own saliva to make his familiar ass toy as slick as possible. After some time has passed and I remove the toy from his mouth tell him to take a deep breath and I shove it in listening to him let out a deep sigh as it sits in place, then taking the dog mask I cover that beautiful face of his with the mask and secure it almost too tight around his head. ...

Part I My name is Jake. I’m 18 years old and it’s June 10th, 2018. I only recently have found the joys and pleasures of masturbation. Some might say that I’m chronic, but I just go as many times as I can. I’m tall, about six foot, have brown hair, and I’m on the football team so I’m in pretty good shape. The idea of bondage, especially chastity really gets me going. I’ve tried self bondage a couple of times and even one time at my grandparents place in the mountains me and my cousins experimented with bondage and even some gay adventures, but that’s another story for another time. ...

Author's Note: The characters in this story are real. Some events are real and part are fiction. The author has experienced being in bondage and diapered with no means of escape. The story’s ending has not yet been accomplished in real life however. Male pen pal wanted is the way the ad began. In the ad, she explained she was soon to be released from prison. She told nothing else except her age, height, weight, and measurements as well as drug and alcohol free. Those things all sounded good to me. I was a couple years older, a little taller and slim just as she was. Her measurements also showed her to have generous breasts, a slim waist, and not-too-big hips…all good. ...

I pull up into my driveway like so many nights before. The din of the car cut short with a brief key turn. I open the door and traverse the walkway to the door. Man I want a shower I think. I turn the key and enter my house..something seems different…were those blinds drawn when I left? They must have been, I shake my head and proceed to my bedroom. I throw off my shirt and drop my pants, under wear is whipped off in a moment; I’m gunning for the shower. ...

Author's Note: What you are about to read is an account of an adventure and since it happened some time ago, and I couldn’t take notes at the time, I have had to decide whether to embellish the story with made up memory, or leave out details that quite frankly were covered in a haze of lust and apprehension. I decided on leaving out details I can’t vouch for, and if you disagree then I’m sorry. ...

The events related in this story took place before the Internet made the acquisition of bondage items so incredibly easy. In those sad dark days, bondage aficionados were mostly uninformed, isolated and guilt ridden. The sight of the handcuffs, lying closed in the middle of the flea market table, induced an instant reaction. My throat went dry and I was filled with an absolutely uncontrollable desire to possess them. I had fantasized about owning a pair, but had never expected to be presented with an opportunity. My desire overcame my natural feelings of shyness and I lifted my gaze to the unshaven face of the man sitting behind the table. Seeing that he was watching me, I became embarrassed and looked down at the table once more. I moved my hand towards the handcuffs, not daring to touch them, and said, in a voice thick with emotion, “How much for – the handcuffs?” I could barely get the last word out. ...

I am Seduced It was a summer of firsts for me. My first sex, my first discovery of the beauty and excitement of bound women and my first submissive woman. But I am getting ahead of my self. The story begins with summer break from high school when I was sixteen. Like most kids my age I was torn between wanting to earn some money and wanting to just kick back and enjoy the long lazy summer days. The perfect opportunity came when the school announced a program sponsored by the American Legion for young kids to earn money by being handymen for women whose husbands were off at war. The idea was that we would spend one day a week at each woman’s home, mowing the lawn, weeding flower beds, touching up paint. Whatever needed to be done. I signed up to work three days a week and was given three addresses. ...

I stumbled upon self-bondage by accident. I was bored one evening and by my self, looking at websites.I started by looking up erotic stories and one that I had read had self-bondage in it. As I was reading it, I was more turned on than I ever had been ( just by reading a story.) A couple days went by with my mind just racing with all of these new ideas. I felt like I did on my first date full of excitement and fear. I was starting to think about all the stuff I had in my closet that I could use. I have been into medical braces for a while and started from there. I have also been into erotic enemas. I had never thought those two words would ever be in the same sentence until after the world wide web came to be. ...

I am a master of excuses. I have a long list of excuses I use whenever my family is venturing out for some trip or excursion. Let me explain. I am a 19 year old girl and live with my parents and younger brother. Way younger. Like eight years old. Little rodent of a kid, teasing, loud and just won’t leave me alone. Following me around all day long like I am some awesome computer game! ...