Stories

I have been in to self bondage for a couple of years now and had decided to try something a little more extreme than I have ever done before. I had decided that I wanted to try something a bit more adventurous than usual but what? and when? I was living in a house with a couple of friends at the time, and as such being students there was always someone else in the house at some time or other so the opportunity for me to indulge in a little self bondage didn’t come up too often. ...

I don’t know how long I have been lying here like this in my own little world, kept safe from all the horrors of the world and its troubles. There is no one to disturb or torment me. I am securely trussed in a body bag of sorts. Well, it is not really a body bag. My arms enfold me in a leather straight jacket, giving me a chance to have a comforting hug with myself! The straps have been pulled tight behind my back and between my legs. Attached to this is a leather one leg bag that holds both my legs together. The laces and straps on this have been severely pulled tight as well. I have given up trying to shake the bag off, but not only for want of trying, but it is possible to shake my legs any more. My body and legs have been tightly strapped down to the bed that I am lying on. ...

Author's Note: Suzy gets more than she bargained for, when her friends turn up to find her in a tight spot of her own making. Suzy pulled on the tight fitting cat-suit with a rising sense of anticipation. The shiny metallic black outfit glistened in the morning sunlight that streamed in through her bedroom window as she slowly eased the skin-tight fabric up legs already sheathed in black tights; smoothing out any wrinkles as she proceeded up over her thighs and hips to her waist, then onwards over her bare breasts and shoulders, slipping her arms into the waiting sleeves before finally reaching her throat. Dexterously reaching behind her back, she pulled the zipper upwards to her neck. She was now encased from ankle to neck in the figure hugging suit; the stirrups under her feet ensuring that the legs wouldn’t ride up. Turning to admire herself in the full length mirror, the image that stared back at her was of a slim young woman in a second skin of shining spandex that produced a faint swishing sound as she sashayed across the room. Suzy always deliberately purchased her cat-suits - of which she had many - a size too small. That way she ensured that there were no folds, creases or wrinkles; just one smooth layer that clung to her skin over every square millimetre of her beautiful young figure. ...

Author's Note: This is my first story. If you like it, I will write more. Suzy was worried, not overly, but was concerned about what she saw as a misunderstanding. She would be able to sort it out; after all the police were only human. It started a couple of hours ago when Suzy left her office for the drive across town to her boyfriend’s apartment. She had taken this trip many times before and knew the short cuts to miss the traffic. This meant going through some children friendly residential areas but at this time of night, there were no children around so her journey was straightforward. The local council had passed laws stating that children had the right to enjoy the residential areas above all others. To Suzy this meant that she had to drive carefully to ensure that she didn’t run into any of the groups of kids that might be out. ...

She stood on the small deck protruding out over the bow of her ship, watching as flames engulfed the second vessel. Screams could be heard despite the distance between the two large sailing ships. A smile of contentment appeared on her face as she saw the flames engulf the mass of the other ship, and the charred remains of their Jolly Roger float away on a gust of wind. The remainder of her crew, those unlucky enough to stay behind for this excursion, busied themselves with the task of bringing their ship closer to the soon to be lost vessel. As they approached, several of them broke away from their tasks to retrieve the abandoned lifeboat floating nearby. It was an easy, familiar task for them to hook the empty boat, attach the anchoring ropes, and haul it up alongside the larger ship. The task was accomplished without needing to slow the ship as it descended upon the chaotic scene ahead. ...

I ring the doorbell. The beautiful blonde in her late twenties looks exactly like I know her from her movies. “Hi, you must be Bruce. Come in,” she smiles at me. Her apartment looks cozy – home-like, not kinky like I expected. Emily seems to have read my mind since she asks: “Not what you had in mind?” “Not exactly, but I didn’t know what to think anyway. This is all quite new to me.” ...

Chapter 1 - Emily’s New Life. Emily heard the dull hum of a high powered fan as she stirred. Her head still throbbed with what felt like the worst hangover she ever had, and her mind was clouded with fog. The first sensation that reached her recognition was a burning pain on her wrists, still painfully stretched even now. Her eyes snapped open as she realized that her body was being held taut… vertically. She quickly regained her footing, lifting the body’s weight from her wrists. Looking up, she realized that her hands were cuffed together, hanging from the ceiling of an empty windowless room by a single chain. ...

Author's Note: I wrote this some time ago and never published it here. Since one of my other stories (Bitchin’) raised questions about the character Pete’s background - here are the answers. I hope it’s readable and I hope it’s fun. “This is a joke.” Peter Folkerts was shocked, his face white as a sheet while red blotches appeared on his cheeks. “Miriam, you can’t seriously be asking me to do something like that!” ...

Being a rubber and latex fanatic for many years, Jenny had visited many fetish shops and online stores in search of the perfect toys and apparel. She was a small town girl who lived alone in a meagre apartment in the big city. By no means was this twenty one year old girl unattractive. She had short light brown hair, thin lips, and deep blue eyes that a man could get lost in. Her breasts were a tad on the smaller side of average but wonderfully firm and round, but her crown glory was an ass that could stop traffic. She was proud of these traits but never really had any instinct to use them to get what she wanted. Putting forward the strong face of a hot successful business woman in an intimidating city all day long was taxing and she always longed to return to her apartment to escape. Men would constantly proposition her and she was nearly raped once, so she had no drive to associate with any man. She had transformed one of her rooms into a place for her fantasies to run wild. A playroom filled with latex, rubber, steel, leather and rope goodies, a place that she considered her personal utopia. One of her favourite games was to see how much latex she could squeeze into and then sneak out to see a movie with a thick coat over it all. But for now, she lived only in her own little world, leaving only to go to work. She was the daughter of a wealthy business man who paid for all her bills. She had insisted herself that she get a job and live on her own. Her parents approved of this but they still insisted on paying her rent and bills. She didn’t object to that. ...

Author's Note: Another quickie . I’m sure many of us have had similar ideas when watching the commercials. This may read a lot like a re-tread, but it deals with images I enjoy. “And…CUT!” The director called out. “That’s a wrap people. See you all again on Monday.” Carly Foulkes let out a relieved sigh and climbed off the Kawasaki ZX10 that sat on the stage in front of a large ‘Green Screen’ used for special effects. ...