Bondage

Me and Silver have known each other for about 4 years. Silver’s parents were hippies and blessed her with the name from The Lone Ranger’s horse. (She still hasn’t forgiven them.) She’s a freelance economics journalist and author, which nets her a good amount of income. About 5'1", her waist-length platinum blonde hair that’s almost always in “schoolgirl” braids, her skin is a very interesting shade of cream, and they frame her green eyes in a unique and interesting manner. She does yoga 3 times a week and stays in very, very good shape. ...

Author's Note: Finally got to finishing this. Tried a different direction to see where it goes. Apologies for the lack of a solid conclusion. decided to leave that to your imaginations. I have tried proofing this. But prior stories show I am not too good at that. Enjoy. I finished late and it was already past 7. It was Friday night and I was planning on going to a club or two now work had finished. The office where I work is in a quiet area of the city, the clubs being down the other end. ...

Author's Note: English is not my first language.Not even my second one. So please excuse me for the grammartical mistakes. The story is about long confinement, metal bondage and kidnap.if you are looking for a sex story you can look elsewhere. To be continued …. Chapter 1 Simi woke up with a bad headache and blurred vision. Her head was heavy and the room was dark.she could not remember anything. She tried to sit up but found out she was restrained. She was horrified. Her hands were bound over her head with some kind of metal handcuffs. Her legs were spread and bound in the same way. She has no idea how she came here. ...

Author's Note: Tried to see what I could do with basically just a monologue. Feedback is appreciated. “Mmmmmmph! Nnnnh? Eeeeh?!” “Yes, yes, of course! I’ll explain everything to you. Since you asked. Just so you know, I can’t understand a thing you’re saying through that gag. It’s one of my largest, you know. Strapped in there nice and tight like that, and held in by that hood, it really muffles and garbles everything but basic vowels. By the way, that hood fits you like a glove! Do I know how to pick them or what? With the laces cinched down, it’s like a second skin! The leather is so smooth. Very sexy on you, if you don’t mind me saying. I’m quite proud of myself for sizing you up so accurately.” ...

It was a bright, clear Sunday morning as Siona arrived at her therapist’s large country house, twenty minutes after she had phoned him to make the emergency appointment. Her therapist was called Dan, a good-looking man with black hair and sympathetic brown eyes, led her through to his consulting room, at the back of the house and invited Siona to sit in on the large black leather couch. Siona was comforted by the fact that even though she had only been in therapy for three weeks, Dan didn’t seem bothered about being disturbed at home on a Sunday. ...

Author's Note: This story follows on from a series I have been writing for a while. I suggest you read the first 4 parts first. Part 1 - “The new way of things”, part 2 - “The first live show”, part 3 - “After the first live show” and part 4 - “Slaves double trouble”. Prologue It had been 8 months since D took Jim as her sissy slave and things couldn’t have been going better. Her website detailing his submission and training was a massive hit online, and thanks to advertising revenue and the members area she was making a great profit on the site. Her friend Maggie had moved in with them a month ago after learning of D’s website and was happy to help in his training. The first live show to launch the website had bought in a huge audience and D was not about to let things go cold. ...

Author's Note: This is the fantasy I have been having recently. Hope you enjoy. I would welcome any feedback, and let me know if you are interested in hearing more about these characters. i arrived home a little after four on Friday evening. It had been a long week, and i was relieved that it was finally over. i headed to the bedroom to get out of my work clothes, and i was delighted to find that my Mistress had plans for me that evening. She had laid out Her favorite one of my outfits on the bed. It was all there: shiny black satin panties with a small bow in front, pantyhose with a garter belt, and a sexy black bra. She left the inserts next to the bra because she liked Her sissy maid to have a nice feminine figure. The rest of the outfit consisted of a latex maid uniform with a short skirt, elbow length latex gloves, a full latex hood with small openings for the eyes and mouth, a maid’s headband, and my thigh high lace up boots with five inch stiletto heels. She had also laid out locking wrist and ankle leather cuffs and a locking leather belt adorned with multiple attachment sites for properly restraining sissy maid. There was also a locking leather collar with a leash, a locking chastity cage, a medium sized butt plug and Mistress’ favorite vibrating strap-on. Well, at least i had some clue what was in store for sissy maid this evening. i picked up the note Mistress had left next to Her padlocks and crop on the silver serving tray. ‘I will be home at 7.’ was all that was written there. ...

Chapter 1 How did I get here? How did things go so wrong? That’s what I have been asking myself as I silently lay here listening to the party music cranking above my head. It’s not like I have a choice though. You see, I returned home from college three weeks ago for summer break and my little sister, whose 2 years younger than me and now just finished her senior year in high school, has been more miserable to me than ever. So I decided that it was time for a little payback. I took some left over wood and supplies from my dad’s woodworking shop and created my little gift for her. Unfortunately, I am currently strapped to my “gift”, not HER. I am on my knees, bent over forward with my belly on the “table” portion with my thighs wide apart and strapped to the legs of this table with the leather restraints that I had attached to the table legs. My ankles are also strapped to the boards that I attached to the bottom of the table legs keeping my legs well spread. The 4" stiletto heels being the only clothing I have left on my body. ...

Now I’m your average male, in my late twenties, reasonable job, reasonably fit, some say reasonably handsome, own flat, car and a very cute girlfriend, Sandy. We do not live together, as I still want my freedom, but we do spend a lot of time together. About three months ago, during what was a drunken night, we started our voyage into bondage. We both discovered that we really enjoyed it and the bondage began to get heavier and heavier. After what seemed to be a very short period, my bedroom became a dungeon, we even had a travel bag, which contained most of the things we would need for weekend and holidays. ...

Author's Note: Sorry about the spacing in the last version :S, hopefully this one’s a little easier to read. Enjoy! “That’s 2 months now that I’ve been late with the cable bill”, Cheryl said to herself as she read over the notice from the cable company ‘politely’ informing her to pay her bills or her service would be terminated. Cheryl was like any university student, always had her nose in a book, late for the odd class, and flat broke, she often picked up odd babysitting jobs for money along with her job at the coffee shop it was barely enough to pay the bills but not much more. Most guys would describe Cheryl as gorgeous; she had shoulder length dark brown hair, brown eyes, and a body that could sweep any guy off his feet. But what good is being gorgeous if you cant even pay your bills or buy nice things, she realized she needed money and she needed it now, just as she thought this Cheryl’s phone rang, almost as if some higher power had read her mind. ...