Toys

Author's Note: I am a big fan and practitioner of long-term, strict mummification bondage, loving to fantasize about and experience its intense physio-psycho-sexual impacts. I hope you find the story arousing, stimulating and entertaining! Part 1 She had met him through a fetish-bondage online social networking/meeting site. She had thought very long and hard about what she wanted to do with her life, leaving her old life far behind her, and the terms of a new relationship. She had to find the right man to make her most obsessive, consuming, passionate dreams come true. After a very thorough and careful culling process, here she was, happily in his wonderful loving, tight mummified embrace, her vagina and rectum stuffed with two large humming electric vibrators. ...

Chapter 1: Liz Begins Liz wasn’t sure why, but she had an affinity for bondage. And, unfortunately, due to the circumstance of being the only person she knew with such a curiosity, it would soon turn into and obsession with self bondage. It wasn’t so much whips and chains that got her going, but rather it was the idea of being out of control that always turned her on. Her first real exposure to this had stuck firmly in her mind and continually lingered in her subconscious; and eventually imagining herself helpless became her favorite daydream and insatiable desire. This defining moment occurred shortly before the start of her senior year of high school. One dull night several days after her eighteenth birthday Liz found herself with some friends at a movie rental shop, and, on a dare Liz gone into the “Adults Only” section of the store. Blushing she looked around at the porn that covered all the shelves. Most of it just made her feel embarrassed and uncomfortable, but she was curious too, so she started looking around. She had seen porn before, having stumbled upon her older brothers stash several years before, and for the most part she didn’t care for it but she had flipped through all of it none the less as now and then certain images would intrigue her, but she couldn’t say why. Now in the store this same curiosity and strange feeling was coming back. Among all the images of skin and bare breasts, one in particular stopped Liz in her tracks. It was a lesbian flick, which on its cover showed two beautiful blonds engaged in some light bondage. However, it wasn’t so much the leather and handcuffs that made her eyes widen, but rather what the two girls were doing. One of the girls was pushing a decent sized vibrator deep into her slave’s pussy while at the same time sliding a chastity belt up her legs right behind it. This sent Liz’s mind racing. Soon that vibrator will be locked it that girl’s pussy, she thought, and she’ll have no control at all! Being completely helpless to stop the vibrator the slave would have to endure its relentless throbbing inside of her for… how long? How many orgasms would she be forced to helplessly to endure? Picturing all of this made Liz bite her lip as tingles of excitement shot down her spine and her thighs momentarily shivered. Liz had thought about pleasuring herself, but she had never even held a vibrator, let alone used one - but she felt that it must be amazing. Her already pounding heart jumped as she heard someone nearby and she quickly ducked out of the section. Outside she blushed and giggled with her friends, but she couldn’t shake the image and wasn’t even sure how to feel about being mesmerized by something so strange and kinky. ...

My Mistress called me Thursday night and asked if I could take the next day off from work to help her with some home projects. This typically meant that I would be cleaning her house, naked except for a drool-inducing harness gag and a pair of frilly panties that she would have me wear over the CB-3000 that she held the only key to. Unfortunately, I had a meeting scheduled with a client and his attorney to close an important deal. ...

Lee has ordered me to write this down since it is part of my punishment. For any of you who have not read Club X then you may not know that I have had fantasies of hanging ever since I was in my teens. The idea of a noose or gallows gets me all crinkly insides. Lee and I have been married for over 10 years and he has turned out to be the perfect husband since his thing is hanging also. We have had numerous group scenes and our private ones are carried out in the house and garage where we have a number of scenarios and the beams, railings, clothes bars, etc., to carry them out. I have only one rule which Lee has set down. No auto-erotic hanging. Don’t do it by myself. Someone else, preferably he, must be present. This goes back to the stories I told him of my hanging experiments before I met him and the number of times I passed out only to be saved by a frayed rope or broken clothes bar. ...

Author's Note: This is a remake of sorts of FictitiousSlave’s story The Admin. Great story, which I loved. All props to the original. I like feedback, so write here or at [email protected] “Hey, could you take a look at my laptop? The internet has been having some issues.” I look up at who’s speaking. I’m sitting in my cramped office or workshop, surrounded by the carcasses of IT technology. I work in tech support at a major newspaper, but you would’t know it from the space they give me. ...

Author's Note: I hope I have improved as a writer, as this is my third bondage story. Of course I welcome all comments, both positive and negative, so that I can judge my writing as others may see it. The Intro Lori is Josh’s bondage toy/pain slut girl friend. He introduced her to gentle bondage shortly after they met, and she ended up taking to bondage like a fish to water. The tighter, the better. Also, she has found that discomfort, even pain to an extent, juice up her orgasms to an incredible degree. ...

Author's Note: Sometimes my imagination runs away with me. I had lost the bet and now Zoë was going to collect. She had a really naughty smirk on her face as she let me in. “I was beginning to wonder if you were coming.” “I don’t welch on a bet, even though I don’t know what you’re up to.” “Just a bit of revenge, you might get to like it too.” ...

Author's Note: This is a continuation of Lost in Translation by SG I got to the ’end’ of his story and was really inspired by the concept to continue on with Robin’s adventures. I was able to get ahold of SG and he was gracious enough to not only grant permission to continue his story, but read several of my drafts giving suggestions to improve it/keep to the spirit of the original tale. ...

Author's Note: This is a (likely final) sequel to Lost in Translation II - , based on Lost in Translation. I recommend reading the trilogy in order for things to make sense. Chapter 1 Other than being strapped into the passenger seat all I remember of the drive home is disconnected bursts of sensation. Isolated within a sensory deprivation hood, double gagged with large vibrating plugs in both lower holes a mix of rubber, leather and steel covered almost my entire body to hold me tight and nigh immobile. The extreme outfit, combined with the exhaustion of the long evening, had me… elsewhere. I could feel the orgasms coursing through my tired body but it was as if from a great distance. I was so exhausted I couldn’t even muster the strength to moan into the stifling gag, I just lay reclined in the seat next to my boyfriend. He could have driven us anywhere, hours or days might have passed in that state as I sat cocooned inside my own body as much as within my bindings, floating on a sea of sensations. Apparently he took us home he told me later that I collapsed when he tried to get me out of the car; I want to say I remember his arms supporting me but I can’t be sure. ...

Louisa always had a vivid imagination as a child; this had often got her into various trouble over the years but never enough to stop her from trying anything new or daring. She had a few passions; nylons, mummification and self-bondage were her most secret ones. She had always thought she would die if anyone found out about these, so always made sure she made precautions so that her “other side” would remain hidden. Louisa though also found it a buzz to see how far she could go, to be helpless and vulnerable but undiscovered as well. ...