Toys

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: This is the continuation of the earlier story Paula’s Modelling Experience. I had intended to finish this story line with the end of the first story but a few people asked me to continue so there is the next story. _Update (2012/07/12):* Sorry for the delay in the update, but I’ve been quite busy with other thing for a while* Chapter 1: Awakening to a NEW LIFE Paula awoke and tried to turn over before realising she was still bound, her hands were encased in a pair of leather bondage mittens. Her wrists were bound with thick leather straps which were in turn attached to the broad leather waist belt of a chastity belt. Her ankles were secured with a pair of steel leg irons separated by an 18 inch chain, she had mercifully been left ungagged for the night, although she was stuffed for and aft under the chastity belt. She rolled over and swung her feet over the side of the narrow cot bed and stood up, as she looked around the room, previous evenings events came flooding back……. ...

Author's Note: Thanks for taking the time to read my story. This is the second one I’ve submitted, it started out as a brief outline for a video I had planned but due to time problems it never got made. So I revamped it and turned it into a story. I hope you like it, if so and you want to see more of this one please leave feed back ...

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. ...

Chapter One: Who, What, Where, Why? “Well welcome back to the land of the living Jessica.” I stood in front of the girl as she finished coming out of the drugged stupor and struggled to sit upright on the loveseat. Her wrists, covered in long kid gloves, were crossed and firmly bound behind her back. More white cord around her ankles, just above the black pumps with 4” heels, held her legs together, all very basic, but effective. ...

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. ...

The reflection in the mirror was quite different than what Pam had expected. She had thought that she would look slutty, or more to the point, foolish. But the outfit was far from that. Pam slid her hands over the form-fitting latex outfit. She was surprised that every inch of her skin; every curve, was embraced by the black material. It was quite tight too, giving the impression that she was made of rubber, rather than just wearing a costume. ...

Author’s Notes: Thanks to Bethany (Handcuffgirl) for her edits and suggestions. Chapter 1 Jenny looked phenomenal in her high-cut leotard and milky-white tights. This outfit, and the many she had just like it, emphasized her excellent physical condition. Long toned legs, firm butt, flat stomach – no curve was hidden beneath the skin-tight outfit. That was the idea. Jenny was a personal trainer, and she knew that showing off her own body was a big motivator to her clients. Jenny also knew that the stretched fabric across her ample boobs was a motivator as, at least to her male clients. She knew they checked her out, but they paid her extremely well for her services, so she didn’t complain. ...