Consensual

Author's Note: I’m very interested in reading your comments on this story. Thanks! -Darios Last session of the weekend. It’s four o’clock in the morning and I’m beat, but I’ve managed to stay awake to monitor 2301 through the peephole in the cell door. My patient has been very still for the past half an hour, and I hope she was able to get some sleep. I like for her to sleep, if only for the sense of disorientation her awakening will give her. So I had given her the opportunity, but the vibrators strapped tightly in place may have prevented any real relaxation on her part. Besides that, sleeping in the straight jacket is none too easy, but I know for a fact that she’s done it in the past. ...

Author's Note: Starting to Branch out into m-m and finding it very enjoyable to write. Sam and Paul had been friends a long time. They had met in collage and now both working professionals they shared an apartment together, Paul was a Solicitor and Sam was a Nurse. Paul had been openly honest about his sexuality from day one of their friendship and Sam was absolutely fine co-habiting with a gay gentleman as it proved to be useful for him. Sam had long had a habit of dressing himself in women’s clothes and tying himself up, he did not have any idea why this sexually gratified him though. The inevitable eventually happened where by Paul had caught him in a silky nightdress and stockings bound on the floor of the apartment. Paul being who he was, was absolutely fine with this and released Sam and made no attempt to embarrass him. ...

Author's Note: Bondage is dangerous so never leave someone bond and gagged and NEVER lock someone somewhere they may not be able to breathe. However this is a story so if you want to be a do-gooder and state the obvious, DONT. Go and read something elsewhere as that’s your right. Now on to the story . . . . I had wanted to try something for a long time, something kinky and restrictive but I had never had the nerve to ask Jane until recently. Jane was my lover and best friend. She had come across my love of bondage when I had set myself an afternoon self bondage challenge several years back. ...

Author's Note: Bondage is dangerous so never leave someone bound and gagged. However this is a story so if you want to be a do-gooder and state the obvious, DONT. Go and read something elsewhere as that’s your right. Now on to the story . . . . It had been quite a while since I had the nerve to do anymore self-bondage, after my last escapade. It was the shock of Jane walking into my house earlier than I had planned to meet her, only for her to find me tied naked and spread-eagled in my hallway, wearing just a hood with attachable gag and blindfold, with my Hitachi Magic Wand vibrator driving me crazy on a timer setting I rigged up for the occasion. ...

Author's Note: Bondage is dangerous so never leave someone bond and gagged. However this is a story so if you want to be a do-gooder and state the obvious, DONT. Go and read something elsewhere as that’s your right. Now on to the story . . . . Now all through my childhood watching the reruns on TV, I have been fascinated about the heroines always getting tied up and gagged and saved by the hero at the last minute, usually from a fate worse than death. Okay, it usually was death, but sometimes the endings went along the lines of being sold to Arab sheiks for their harems; or kidnapped and taken to be the concubine of some evil despot; or the cowboy saving the heroine from the Indians who were riding off with her. ...

Author's Note: A friend of mine recently related this story to me and gave me permission to write it up and submit it for publication. It is I beleive a true account of events at the photo shoot, I have seen some of the pics. Paula is thinking of going back for a second session Chapter 1: The First Visit The following is an account of a recent experience I had on a bondage photo shoot. ...

Author's Note: This is the continuing story of Paul/Paula, Janine and Layla Chapter 1 Following all the excitement of Paula going on her first shopping trip, and her becoming a Mistress, with two Subbie slaves, Paul, Janine and Layla decided to take thing easy for a week or two. So they didn’t play any games and Paula stayed out of sight, in fact Janine and Layla took a short break holiday to Paris. When Paul heard the news he moaned about having to work while they went off enjoying themselves, but the fact he was smiling spoiled the effect slightly. ...

Author's Note: This is the continuing story of Paul/Paula, Janine and Layla. Introduction. Paul, Janine and Layla had played their special games several times since Layla’s discovery of Paula tied up in Paul’s home office. They even moved some of Paula’s clothes into Paul and Janine’s penthouse apartment in the City, and played there too. Chapter 1 Paul had caught the two girls whispering to each other several times over the last week, and each time he had asked what they were talking about, the two girls had told him it was just some girl talk, and nothing for him to worry about. The week had been uneventful and by Friday lunchtime Paul was ready for the long bank holiday weekend, he sat at his desk in the afternoon, with no real work to do, planning what he would do over the three days off. ...

Author's Note: Normally, SNUFF is one of those topics that I don’t care for reading. But ironically, this is the second story with that tag that I’ve posted on this site. “Playing Games” (as those who’ve read the story know) doesn’t actually end in death. I won’t give away the ending of this story, however, I think (like the other) it deal with the topic from an unusual POV. Personally, I don’t particularly understand the fascination with snuff–which is healthy. lol. But even as a fantasy, I just don’t get it. For me, it just seems like such a waste. To me, the point of kidnapping and torturing a woman would seem to be the gratification of watching her suffer. Obviously, that’s not something I would do myself, but I can at least understand a motivation. But if you’re going to kill her, you’re removing your ability to do that more in the future. That’s sort of like the Ebola virus that kills its victims so rapidly they often don’t have time to spread the disease, which causes the outbreak to falter and not spread very far. In much the same way, “snuff” just seems like fantasy suicide to me. ...

Author's Note: Hi folks, as with the two previous stories, this story stands on its own, but as it’s set in the same place, but you might want to read the others for some context! Click on my the author name above to find them. “It’s been way too long my old friend,” thought Alan, as he caressed the padded steel frame. It had been more than a month since he had been able to find time for a session. A combination of awkwardly timed shifts behind the hotel bar, and the hectic work leaving him over-tired meant that indulging his own passions was the last thing on his mind. After a while though, the itch to tie himself up became impossible to ignore. ...