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Author's Note: This is my first attempt to tell my story. There is more to come if anyone is interested. Chapter 1 INITIATION It was a long walk home after a night out. It wasn’t late, just after eleven o’clock. It was a still night, perfect for walking. It is a lonely stretch so I was on my own, just the occasional car passing. I always feel safe, I have done this walk so many times. My mind was wandering as it always does, I feel free when I walk, free to allow my mind to drift. ...

Author's Note: would love to hear from you guys and girls. Love discussing all things bondage etc with like minded people. so please feel free to email me anytime. As the double doors swung open , the cold night air hit him. It was only late September and it felt like a winters night. Neil glanced over the garden and saw a solitary looking bloke sat on the wall. He was debating weather to go home at this point as he was already half drunk and was a bit board being out on his own. ...

Author's Note: Based off a true event with some exaggerations for storytelling purposes Any and all feedback would be appreciated, leaving my email if you want to chat or have further comments Nobody likes a big mouth. At least, that’s something seemingly everyone else seemed to know from the start apart from me. Ever since I was a little kid I had a habit of being a grass. Whether I was telling my aunts or mom about whatever mischievous activities my cousins were getting up to, or telling my teachers which friends were messing around or who hadn’t done their homework, I got a certain indescribable joy from being a snitch, despite everyone always warning me, “One day your big mouth is gonna land you in trouble.” But I didn’t care, I never thought it would cause me any problems until one day it was too late. ...

Author's Note: As previously stated please feel free to contact me as would love to talk to someone about thier experiences or to exchange ideas etc. Hope you enjoy. And to the person that emailed me, if you read this i did email you back and sorry for the delay. Neil got in the car and slammed the door shut, it had been a long night and he just wanted to get home. He checked his phone and noticed a message from Cath “happy birthday babe I will be calling later and have a great present for you”. Neil and Cath where not technically in a relationship, they had met through a mutual friend at a party and bonded over a drunken chat regarding their kinks. It turned out they had very similar tastes sexually. As the alcohol had flowed they ended up back at Neil’s place and drunkenly told each other all their dark desires. That night had ended in a drunken fumble and eventually sex. As the two kept seeing each other, they became bolder, introducing more and more bondage and pushing each others limits. Neil was genuinely 100 % comfortable with Cath and was even starting to dress in her clothes and allow her to dominate him, something they both loved doing. ...

Author's Note: self bondage gone wrong over the holiday season. Chapter 1 I had found the perfect spot for some outdoor selfbondage fun, or so i had thought. It was a small school yard, with a a skating rink, and a small shack to put your skates on. The place was just on the outskirts of the city, a perfect out of the way place, with not to much traffic. ...

Author's Note: Self bondage gone wrong over the holiday season Chapter 1 I had found the perfect spot for some outdoor selfbondage fun, or so i had thought. It was a small school yard, with a a skating rink, and a small shack to put your skates on. The place was just on the outskirts of the city, a perfect out of the way place, with not to much traffic. ...

It was set than. Jackson had finally done it. It must be for real now… now that he had actually set an actual date and time. As he sat in front of his computer in nothing more than a robe that lay wide open, he hit send on his e-mail. He could not think of a time in recent memory that he was more sexually aroused. Casually, as he did thousands of times before, he took a pump of the skin lotion that sat next to him into the palm of his hand and rubbed his rock hard cock. Ten seconds later, he had cum all over his naked chest, wiping the excess with the inside of his robe. ...

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. ...

Author's Note: First story… suggestions anyone? This story is about an 18 year old American boy how looked like a 14-year-old. He’s 5'10"foot, blond, blue eyes and physically fit. Both of his parents died a week before all this happened. His mom was in a car accident and died on impact. His father was shot in a drive by. A British family in London adopted Jake. He had no idea what was going to happen to him. ...

Part 1 It was a short while after midnight, and only a few people were still awake, at football training camp. Dylan, being one of them, decided to take a stroll, and explore the grounds. As he left the sleeping area, he did not notice a dark figure sneaking out after him. Craig followed Dylan at a safe distance, with a large heavy bag on his back, in which he kept his ‘supplies’. Dylan walked around for a while, completely oblivious to the fact that he was being followed. He took a shortcut through a small dark forest, to get back to the camp. After a while, he came to a clearing, where he stopped, thinking he had heard footsteps behind him. Before he could turn to look, he was tackled to the ground from behind, and a pair of handcuffs snapped on his wrists, behind his back, and another on his ankles. He managed to roll over, and there was Craig, standing over him, leering unpleasantly. ‘I’ve waited for so long to do that. Now you’re mine’ said Craig, before crouching down and punching Dylan several times through the face, and in the stomach. Suddenly, without warning, Dylan lifted both his feet, and kicked Craig in the groin with all the force he could muster. Craig collapsed on the ground, holding his crotch, and rolled over onto his back. Dylan tried to sit up, but was overcome by the pain from all the punches, and collapsed onto the ground. Once Craig had recovered himself, he got up, limping slightly, and rolled Dylan over onto his stomach. Dylan was conscious, but his eyes were blurred, and he couldn’t muster the strength to move. This suited Craig perfectly, as he pulled several bundles of rope out of his bag, to restrain Dylan properly. To make sure that Dylan couldn’t put up a fight, Craig started by tying his legs. After undoing the handcuffs, he pulled off Dylan’s shoes, socks and jeans, leaving Dylan naked from the waist down, except for his boxers. He then tied ropes securely around Dylan’s knees (above and below), around his thighs, and around his ankles, all of which he cinched tightly, to ensure that Dylan could not slip out of them. He then used a thin piece of rope to tie Dylan’s big toes together, to so that Dylan could not move his feet apart. Finally satisfied that Dylan’s legs were secure, he moved on to restraining his upper body. After removing the handcuffs, he pulled Dylan’s t-shirt off, and removed the silver chain around Dylan’s neck, leaving his chest and back completely bare. He then tied one end of a long piece of rope around Dylan’s left wrist, and did the same with another piece of rope around his right wrist. ...