Toys

Author's Note: An enterprising college student learns to become more responsible The alarm wouldn’t stop ringing. In my waking stupor I though it was the alarm. Well maybe not. I reached over and swatted the snooze button on the clock, but the noise didn’t stop. Oh hell. The sun was out and it was way too friggin’ bright in my bedroom for this crap to be happening. My headache was with me full force as I rolled to the other side of my bed and fumbled for the cordless phone. And of course, it fell on the floor. ...

It had been several weeks since my last bondage adventure; a lack of time and the demands of my course meant that I hadn’t been able to indulge my favorite past time. However that was going to change this weekend; I’d completed my last class project this week, handing it in to the lecturer two days early, and had no other pressing commitments to meet. In addition to this, my housemate Amy was going away for the weekend. She was off to see her boyfriend in Exeter and was leaving mid-afternoon on Friday, not planning to return till Sunday night. This meant I’d have the house to myself for just over two days and could indulge in some serious, and possibly noisy, self-bondage. ...

My husband, Jim and I spotted a new neighbor at the pool in sub-division last month; we both agreed she would be desirable for a bondage threesome, but we needed to find out if she swayed our way and was willing to participate. We called her over to sit and talk for a while. Jim eyed the skimpy swimsuit she had on and smiled. As we talked, I imagined her petite body pulled taut by many different restraints while I aroused her in front of Jim who himself would be tightly bound. The thoughts that crossed my mind were fantastic. He name is Cary and sounded like she might be up to our proposal. ...

Chapter 1 As the three girls walked into the casino they where surprised. They had expected an unusual sight but not like this. The room was filled with the typical style of tables for gaming. But rather than the compliment of guests dressed in tired tuxedos or vacation wear, the crowd seemed to be made up of a sea of latex and leather. There wasn’t a single person in sight that wore anything other than tight fetish clothing. Gina looked at herself and her two friends, suddenly feeling very out of place. Wearing sundresses, the girls had expected to be overdressed for the crowd that was described to them. Instead, they felt like they where wearing overalls at a formal dance. ...

“Is this your first time here?” the man behind the counter asked, examining the card. “Nicole?” “Yes, it is,” she said. “But two friends of mine are already members. Alex and Flora told me a little about it.” The man typed some numbers off of her card and entered them into the computer. “Your fully entered into our system, membership dues paid in full, and everything you need is in,” he said, handing her the card back. “Go on inside. Because this is your first time, you can pick up free chips at the courtesy counter. They can answer any other questions that you might have.” ...

Author's Note: Original work, free use. Work of fiction. Marcus was a college freshman. Like many his age, he couldn’t wait to finish his studies and get on with his life. Unlike many his age, Marcus was the son of a wealthy criminal family. Growing rich on drug sales and money laundering, his family mainly operated in America and, to a lesser degree, in Russia. Once he finished college, Marcus would likely spend a few years going his own way, before ultimately joining the family business. That was the plan anyway. More recently, Marcus has been anxious to start his real ascent into manhood sooner rather than later, and thought about leaving college prematurely, though he would miss playing in the college’s orchestra. ...

Author's Note: I’m not gay, I just have a lot of fantasies, so here is my second story. Let me know if you like it or not by leaving constructive comments. [Editor’s Note: I attempted to edit this story without destroying crazymike’s style of writting or use of language. The text differs only slightly from the original posted on 7/5/12, but has been formatted and edited for your reading enjoyment. -mrhungry ] ...

Author's Note: My first try at writing a story. Part 1 It all started out like any other Saturday, I was just sitting at the table having my coffee and pondering about my whole life and my wife, who I miss very much. She got sick and passed away almost 2 years ago. I think about how we used to enjoy light vanilla bondage, where we would take turns restraining each other and just doing whatever we felt like to each other while they were helplessly bound . We would do mostly long tease and denial sessions, and forced orgasms, we weren’t into anything painful or weird. I am only 52 and have not really started dating much again yet. I guess I just haven’t found the right woman yet. Sitting there thinking about this was making me horny so I decided that today would be a good day for a self-bondage session. I found a few sites on the internet about self-bondage where I could make up different ways to secure myself with a delayed action release. Most of the time I would also find a way to have something setup to give me a long teasing that I have no way of controlling. ...

My story started on a Tuesday night. My roommate Mike was off to work. He worked overnights. Mike’s girlfriend, Melanie also lived with us. She was planning on going out with some friends to a local bar. It was perfect for me because I would have the whole apartment to myself. I had took the week off so I could get some of my own kind of relaxation. After they had left I started on my fun for the night. Since I do triathalons I have a smooth hairless body and am pretty slim. I started out by getting dressed. First I start out by putting on my black silk panties and matching bra. Next come the black silk stockings complete with garter belt. Then I slither into my own little black dress and finish it off with the black heels with ankle strap. I do my face up with makeup and complete the ensemble with a black wig. To top it off I put on my black elbow length opera gloves. With my slender athletic build I could pass if I ever wanted to go out. I never do though. I am completely heterosexual. ...

Author's Note: The first part of the story is true, the second is fictional I have been going through a somewhat ugly Divorce, going on two years now and it all comes down to money, sex and a lack of respect. A lack of all three and mainly from her but now it seems she wants all the money she can get before it is over and as much support as possible. I have been more than fair but that apparently is not enough for her. We were married 20+ years, separated the last two with something needing to happen ASAP. ...