I turned the car into the already rickety garage. The storm was clearly brewing. I had seen Didi in front of the bedroom window as I drove across the front of our house. Great, all set, all ready, everyone and everything in place…let the storm strike! I thought We had this nice little cottage in the hills, with a lovely view on Mother Nature, but also fully exposed to Mother Nature when she had her temper. ...
I found myself standing in front of a full length mirror. My feet were bare and I was wearing jeans and a blue small-checked shirt over a white t-shirt and white cotton briefs which covered no more than they needed to. My mouth was filled with a large ball-gag pushed deep in and over that was wrapped the whole of a wide adhesive bandage, completely sealing my mouth. My arms were tied behind my back with ropes at wrists, forearms and elbows and the rope round my forearms was also wrapped tightly round my waist just above my waistband, immobilising my arms. ...
Part I Bill was in control of one of the largest corporations in America. His life was broken up into three separate parts. One part was with his beautiful rich wife. The second part was his love of bondage. The last part of his life was his work. His wife didn’t enjoy his sexual fetish. She knew that he was into bondage but she wanted no part of it. When her father died she inherited the company. She put me in charge and I’ve been running the corporation for three years. My life was great but I also wanted my wife to partake in my bondage games. Sandra just wasn’t able to enjoy it with me. I chose to just use self bondage to satisfy my love of bondage. If I was unfaithful I would be left without a dime. Her prenuptial agreement was perfect. ...
Author's Note: This short offering is less extreme than my other fantasy stories as it is a factual account of a recent bondage session. I have laid everything ready on the bed. These are a selections of straps, a waterproof jacket with a hood and rubberised lining, a whole head rubber hood with apertures only for my mouth and nostrils, an inflatable gag, and my home made nipple clamps. These are two small steel bull-dog clips with holes in the handles, through which I have threaded a short linking cord. ...
It was a dark and stormy night! No, really, it was. Well, in fact, it was late evening but it was dark and the rain was pelting down as I waited for my prey. The one I was after seemed to go for fashion rather than practicality and obviously, as I had counted on, didn’t bother listening to weather forecasts. I had watched her entering the office building earlier, before the forecasted rain started; dressed in a very smart, fawn coloured hip length coat. Smart yes, any protection in even a light drizzle no. She was very beautiful and very vain about her appearance. Now me, I was completely waterproof. ...
My love says she wants to try something different… She tells me she wants me fresh and clean, pliable, and horny. The horny part is NEVER a problem. Fresh and clean are easily taken care of with a hot shower. Pliable? Not sure what that is all about. As I scrub away the day like so much dirt, I think about what she said. Pliable?!? What the hell is that supposed to mean? I wash myself thoroughly, maybe a bit too thoroughly if my cock is any indication. Then comes the razor. I shave my head and face, ensuring that they are soft and smooth. I then turn my attention further south, trimming, grooming, and shaving until the base of my shaft and my balls are as soft and smooth as my head. The slight scrape of the razor always feels good over my balls. The feeling is hard to describe, but it does nothing to help relieve the firmness in my groin. ...
12th September The surgery waiting room was deserted. The two men stood in the surgery itself, shaking hands and swapping envelopes. The deal was done. John Rose walked out of the doctors’ surgery with a smug, contented expression. He was a very rich man, but money couldn’t buy him the things he had wanted, until now. The doctor, Jamie, was a lifelong friend of John’s, and one of the country’s top surgeons, although only in his mid thirties. He was financially well off, but didn’t have the millions his friend John had in the bank. ...
Introduction My name is Samantha, and I have a story that I’d like to share with you. The story I am about to tell will sound strange coming from me because normally I am very shy. It happened just over a year ago now, but the memories of those events are forever in my mind. They have shattered my view of sexuality. But first let me give you a little background into my life. ...
Chapter 1 We were about a half-hour outside the city when I first started feeling uneasy. I was in a stranger’s car being transported down a highway at one o’clock in the morning, and the lights along the road were becoming less frequent, signaling our entry into the more sparsely populated countryside. Of course, it was only a vague uneasiness that I felt at that point. A premonition that this excursion would end up being an embarrassing story I would tell to my friends: the time I took a late night trip upstate with three random girls, all in pursuit of getting laid by one of them. I even somewhat relished the idea of telling that story. Sure, my friends would laugh at me, but they’d also kind of admire my dedication. It brought a smile to my face, anticipating the reactions of my friends to this little caper. And perhaps that was why I didn’t act on my uneasiness. ...
It started like any other night, my Mistress wife was working til midnight then would be home. She left me chores to do once I was dressed and how to be tied when she got home. Only this night ended up different. I did my chores as instructed and tied my ankles, knees and thighs. I am as always in my chastity belt. I was under the chain suspended from the ceiling, my collar was locked on and I was ballgagged and blindfolded. This has been a position before so I was thinking I knew what was coming. She would put me in a mild strappedo while she took a shower, masturbate on the bed so I could hear her then let me down on the floor, hogtie me and throw me a pillow so I could sleep. I was okay with this because I liked this routine. ...