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Name: Lynn
E-mail address: Lynn@yahoo.com
Comments:The Vixens

Mum said: You're going over to Aunt Winnie's for the next two weeks.

I groaned: "But Mum I am 18" - but she replied you can't cook for yourself.

So off to Aunt Winne's I went.

Aunt Winnie was an ardent Scots Nationalist and insisted that we were to be proud of our Scots ancestry. And for my 18th birthday she had bought me the Stewart kilt.

"Don't forget to wear Aunt Winnie's kilt" Mum said as I packed. "You know what she is like"

I groaned, but no one argued with Aunt Winnie.

So Mum drove me over to Aunt Winnie's - me in my Scottish kilt and boots as the weather was bleak in Scotland in their castle at that time of the year.

I was met at the door by her two daughters Jenny and Heidi.

Wow did they look pretty - in their jumpers and skirts - each with a gigantic smile. Little was I to know what was in store for me

Aunt Winnie beamed: "How wonderful Stewart that you are in your kilt. Come on girls make your cousin comfortable."

They took me up to my room and helped me settle in.

Jenny was the more lively of the two and started teasing me: "Heidi, doesn't he look pretty in a skirt!"

"It's not a skirt it is a kilt!" I replied and I gave her a gentle playful shove.

She jumped back and whipped my right arm behind my back in a half nelson.

I grunted as she forced me down on my knees in front of the bed.

"No one pushes me around and gets away with it" she said. "Heidi, I think we need to teach him a lesson of respect."

Heidi went into the other room as Jenny held my arm in a tight half nelson and came back with some rope.

She grabbed the left wrist and forced it behind my back and then they tied me in a reverse prayer.

They then put a dog's collar around my neck and tied the rope of the reverse prayer to the collar so that my fingers just about touched the collar.

I stayed there kneeing across the bed as I caught my breath.

Jenny sat on top of me and pulled my hair back.

"Come on girls, I didn't mean anything by it." I said

Suddenly Aunt Winnie called up. Jenny put her hand over my mouth so I couldn't speak.

"Girls I am off to the "Brigade" for the weekend, look after Stewart will you, I don't want Aunt Gwen saying we didn't feed him properly."

"We will" Heidi replied with a wicked grin on her face."Have a nice time. Toodle ooo."

I struggled but Jenny had my properly hand gagged and Aunt Winnie drove off.

Jenny relaxed her hold on my mouth and swung my legs on to the bed. Her hands worked their way down the kilt and under to my tackle.

"No, Jenny" I said "Not that" as I gasped as I started to rise.

She stopped: "Ok, skirt for your kilt and hogtied?"

"OK!" I replied knowing I had no choice.

They released me and took me to Jenny's room where they laid out a beautful black flared skirt and red silk blouse.

I changed into the skirt and top and then Jenny took my wrists behind my back and tied them.

She then tied the rope around my waist and then wrapped it around the rope between my wrists and torso effectively pinning my wrists to my body torso.

Heidi then took a piece of rope and pulled my elbows as close as she could get them together until I gasped.

I was pushed onto the bed and my ankles were tied togther and then attacked to my wrists.

"Heidi, doesn't he look gorgeous" Jenny said. "How about a bit of makeup"

"That wasn't part of the deal" I said.

"No but you didn't say we couldn't and now you are not in a position to re-negotiate are you" Jenny replied. "Ever since you wore a kilt last year for Mum at Hogmanany ball we have wondered how you would look in a skirt, haven't we Heidi?"

She nodded and grabbed my hair pulling my head up.

They applied lipstick and mascara and dropped my head.

They then held my nostrils closed and as I opened my mouth to breath, they shoved a ball gag in.

In the background I heard Jenny on the mobile. "Sharna, we have him all bound and gagged for you. Shall we bring him over."

Sharna - my heart sank becasue I had really fancied her at the ball but hadn't had the courage to ask her for a dance.

The two of them then picked me up and carried me down to the boot of Jenny's car where they uncermonioiusly dropped me in.

Forty five minutes later the car drew up at Sharna's house and I was (wo)manhandled in to the lounge and dropped on the carpet in front to the fire.

Sharna came in and lifted my head with the toe of her boot. As I turned my head she said: "Wow he looks great!"

She paid Jenny £50 and the two cousins left. "We'll come and get you tomorrow"

Once they had left, Sharna came into the room and released my hogtie and changed the ball gag for a 2nd generation ring gag. The ring has hooks on the sides so as to keep the wearer from flipping the ring horizontally in their mouth. Unlike the ring gag which can be easily flipped, a spider gag is essentially functional and non-decorative. Generally these gags have interchangeable rings so as to accommodate both the wearers' mouth and the size of any object that might be inserted through the ring.

" What this for?" I asked as she finished.

" Well I have bought you for the weekend and I have a number of clients I want you to service"

"Service"

Yes, I have a number of men and women who want to have a French kiss with a submissive pretty girl - and you fit the bill pretty well. I wouldn't let on you are not a girl as they may well beat you up"

The first that came in was a pretty lesbian girl. She paid her £50 and grabbed my head stuffing her tongue in my mouth and then sucked my tongue out. It was an experience and she twirled my long hair around her fingers. And then exploded.

She threw my head away when she had finished, spat on my and walked out.

The next was a beautiful housewife who was a domme. She released my hogtie and tied my wrists to a hook in the wall. She started to pull the rope until I screamed in pain.

She stoppped, lifted my head by my hair and simply smashed me in the face with her fist until blood flowed. Sharna rushed in as I screamed. She over powered the woman and then tied her up in the same way as she had me. I was released and my hands were free.

"Stewart, she's yours" Sharna said " I didn't sell you for that" she said as she wiped the blood away from my face.

The woman looked defiantly at me as I approached her and put my ring gag in her mouth...............

45 minutes later Sharna came in - "Time to go" she said.

The housewife looked fabulous as I left her free except for her wrists that remained tied.

I gather Sharna continued the torture into the night.....
Saturday, December 7th 2013 - 07:28:25 AM
Name: Loren
E-mail address: LK@hotmail.com
Comments:THE STING

I had never heard of the Vixen's Club until that morning.

Mrs Adams (Susie) was out but the rest of her young family was in Gemma (18), Rachel (21), Jennifer(22) and Amy (23)
-including her young Scottish cousin Jamie who was dressed as usual "scottishly" in his boots and kilt

I had been asked to come in and babysit Gemma as the older one were due to go out later.

I thought I heard the sirens in the distance but within 2 minutes there was police car at the front of the house

Four beautiful policewomen, all in their uniforms with freshly pressed blue skirts and jackets and wearing shiny boots jumped out.

They dashed into the house and overpowered us.

I made a dash for it but was unceremoniously dumped on the floor tripped up with a truncheon. I was then handcuffed and taken back into the room and forced to my knees with the others who had all been handcuffed and now were on their knees.

I was ball gagged because I had tried to escape.

We were all lined up - and made to kneel straight for 15 minutes. We were not allowed to speak - for fear of being whacked with a truncheon

Then the Chief Inspector came in and addressed us:

"You are being investigated for being part of a slave trading ring" she said and then laughed.

We all went pale until Mrs Adams came in:

"Lori", she said to the Chief Inspector; "It's time to spill the beans."

"It's 1st April today" Lori replied " And Susie wanted me to play this trick on you. Susie and I are great friends at the Vixens Club - a club dedicated to promoting women and their rights."

She turned to the policewoman and said " OK, girls you can release them - except that young man. He's mine."

And with that all of us were released except Jamie, who was taken away in the police car, still handcuffed and now leg shacked and ball gagged with my ball gag.

He was released the next morning from Inspector Lori's house after a quite eventful night............

These policewomen can be quite merciless when they want to be
Saturday, September 21st 2013 - 02:08:27 AM
Name: JR
E-mail address: JR@hotmail.com
Comments:The Manor

I met Lady Rosemary Kirtpatrick at a "skirt and boots" party organised by my girlfriend and her daughter Lady Jenny Kirkpatrick.

I was debating going because it was a "skirt and boots" party.

Lady Rosemary had been my Law school teacher at University and wow was she beautiful. How many of us first year lads fantasied at going out with her.

After leaving law school and entering Lady Rosemary's law firm, I had been out with her daughter Jenny, who had similar tastes to her mother.

And so I was invited to Jenny's birthday "skirt and boots" party.

As I was the only bloke, they made it easier on me by allowing me to wear a kilt in place of a skirt. But I still looked feminine in the boots.

During that evening, Lady Rosemary surprised me, when she came up behind me and handcuffed my wrists behind my back.

How Jenny laughed as I struggled to stop Lady Rosemary but she had the drop on me and I was quickly subdued. It may also have had something to do with the fact that she had two other women hold my arms behind my back as she applied the cuffs.

The rest of the evening I was allowed to mingle with the women, but with my wrists handcuffed behind my back. The girls seemed to enjoy my plight and many hands ran under my kilt. Jenny was the most persistant and squeezed quite hard. The girls plied me with drink - after all I couldn't even hold a glass!!

As the last guest left, I asked Jenny to release me.

"You have to be kidding, doesn't he mum?" she said.

"Yes" Lady Rosemary replied. " You are Jenny's present this evening"

And so I was led to her bedroom.

There were two dark and powerful Amazon types - dressed provocatively in leaher skirts, boots and blouses.

As Jenny took the cuffs off, the two Amazons took my wrists and forced them high up my back in a "reverse prayer" while Jenny took some rope and tied them together.

With the rest of the rope she secured the wrists to the rest of my body by wrapping coils around my body vey tightly. I was left helpless satnding there as she finished to examine her work of art.


I was then taken to the training room and forced onto a training horse with my feet off the ground. They were then tied beneath the horse, the lights extinguished and I was left there for about 20 mins.

I couldn't move.

Jenny then returned and untied my feet and led me away from the horse.

" Hey Jenn, come on please let me go" I said, just before the Amazons put a tight muzzle gag and harness on.

My ankles were then shackled with tight leg irons.

I was then led to Lady Rowena De Ville's car, the same Lady Rowena I had referred to as a horse.

I was forced to my knees in the back of the Limosine, and the leg irons were removed.

Lady Rowena then pushed me forward on my stomach and one of the Amazons tied my legs together and then hogtied me.

"Jenny, you can have him later" Lady Rowena said

"That's fine Auntie Ro" Jenny replied. "Just make sure he pays for calling your a horse".

I shivered as Lady Rowena took me to her castle, her riding whip cracking down upon my legs from time to time on the road home.

At the castle, I was led to the dungeon, where my wrsts were eventually released from the reverse prayer hold.

However the Amazon took me to a post, shacked my harness to the top and twisted my arms behind my back and the post before tying them together again.

And that is where I spent the first night.
Saturday, September 21st 2013 - 02:05:40 AM
Name: Loren
E-mail address: LK@hotmail.com
Comments:The White Slave Trade

I was staying at my sister Wendy's house for the week when I came home the other night and looked for my favourite black leather skirt and matching red blouse - only to find them missing.

So I had to put on my black silky skirt and a green silk blouse instead.

I was annoyed because I had planned to go out that evening with James - and, as we were due to be at his house, it was his choice what I wore and I knew he like me in black leather skirt and matching red blouse and of course booted too.

I knew Gwen like the skirt, becasue she had said so, but since it had cost so much I said no - and if I caught her with it, I had added she would be in trouble

Half an hour later, Gwen, came home wearing the exact same skirt as I had been looking for.

Although she was a strong 18 year old, I pounced on her and twisted her arm behind her back and forced her face down onto the floor.

Her legs kicked around but once I was sitting on her, with both arms twisted behind her back, she stopped struggle.

I took the rope I had nearby and tied her wrists tightly together and then her booted feet.

I forced her then to her knees where I proceeded to bind her elbows together and then to her torso. She grunted as I tied her tightly.

I turned her to make her sit on a dining room chair, with no arms and then proceeded to sit down on her lap.

" I told you what would happen if you took my clothes" I said.- She dropped her eyes and blushed meekly.

"Yes, Aunty Lorie" she said "That's why I didn't fight you. I thought I could get back before you came home."

"Well you are coming over to James' with me this evening" I replied.

I then pulled her to her feet and tossed a cape over her body and buttoned it up

It is amazing that although she was so tightly bound, yet the long cape covered it all. You couldn't tell from the outside that she was bound at all

I undid her feet and led her to the car.

As I got into the garage, I suddnely felt a hood thown over me - and my wrists were whipped behind behind my back and tied. In a second, I was helpless.

I then heard Suzy's voice: " Well what have we here. Two damsels for sale"

I said: "Suzy, you cheeky little bitch - you are only 18 - who do you think you are treating me who was old enough to be your mother like this"

With that she took my hood off

"That's who I think I am " Suzy replied " Your new owner"

And with that she slapped my face as one would a naughty little girl.

"You will learn respect" she replied " On your knees"

I stood there defiantly until she started slapping my face until my cheeks were red

Slowly I slid to my knees helplessly and hung my head in defeat

Suzy grabbed my hair and roughly pulled my head back - and kissed me on the lips.

"You're mine and I will do what I want with you. Get it?"

I nodded meekly.

One of her goons then ballgagged me and hooded me agin

And with that we were bundled into the back of the van.
and the next thing I felt was a needle in my arm and I soon passed out.

The next thing I remember was waking in a very hot country. Apparently Gwen and I had been KO for 2 days during which we had been freighted out of the country to Africa

When I came too, I and Gwen were together, and my hood had been removed. My wrists were still tied tightly behind my back - as were Gwen's.

I heard foreign voices - was it Arabic, I don't know.

Gwen too started to come round too.

We discussed our plight but we were simply helpless - our captors knew how to incapacitate us

I saw myself in a mirror and could just marvel at how pretty I looked tied up as I was.

After about an hour, the door flew open and we were gagged and then hooded.

We transferred cars and were driven, still tightly bound for 2 hours.

We were both taken outside and forced to walk single file down an alley and before being tied to a post.

An hour later, our hoods were taken off and as we adjusted to the light, we saw were were in a slave market.

There was a lot of interest in us, being the only white females for sale.

Arabs came to handle "the goods" and they put their hands in place where no gentleman would have.

But then, we weren't ladies, we were slaves. We were going to be sold for use as our Masters wanted.

We shivered as we thought about our fate
Saturday, September 21st 2013 - 02:04:23 AM
Name: JR Kelling
E-mail address: JR@hotmail.com
Comments:I arrived at home still wearing my traditional Scottish kilt and shirt (and boots because it was winter) from work when the doorbell rang.

I had been asked to come over babysit for Aunt Jenny's two children who were both 18!!.

Their older sister Marie 23 came to the house to pick me up as I don't drive.

She was wearing a leather black miniskirt, matching leather top and black boots and looked cool.

"Are you ready yet" she said

I got into the back of the car - where her two pretty sisters Justine and Rebecca(both skirted and booted) were sitting and they beckoned me to sit between them.

As I sat down, Justine grabbed my hair playfully and pulled me - chest forward - gently over her lap.

The other grabbed my wrists and pulled them behind my back. She then proceeded to tie them together.

"Jason, this evening we are going to babysit you" Marie said "Now these are the rules. In my house, it is the women who are in charge. And you will do what you are old whilst in our service"

And with that, the two younger sisters proceeded to tie my ankles and legs together.

I was then pulled back over Justine's lap for the rest of the 20 minute journey to their house.

I think she must have quite liked me because she ran her hands over my kilt and under it, which really quite aroused me.

When we arrived at the other end, my knees were freed and my ankles were then tied so I could hobble out of the car to the house.

Justine led me out of the car and Rebecca and Marie joined us in the entrance of the house.

As I hobbled into the house, I asked if I would have any say in the length of service I had to perform.

"No" was the reply

I was led upstairs to the bedroom and then my hands and feet were untied and the gag removed.

I was led to a bathroom and told to have a bath and then come down and join the family.

I relaxed in the bath and got out 15 mins later to find that my kilt and shirt ahd been replaced by a black silky skirt and a red blouse.

I therefore dressed accordingly and went down stairs, where Justine proceeded to twist my arms behind my back and Rebecca tied my wrists together tightly.

Then Justine gagged me but the gag used was not your usual ball gag but one that could be pumped up in your mouth to enable the gag to fit 100% (and more).

I was then escorted to the family room and was sat down on a chair.

My ankles were then tied to the chair and a rope was wound round my waist pinning my back to the back of the chair.

And then I was hooded.

It was strange - yet exhilarating - to feel a hand go under your skirt knowing that you were totally defenceless and at the girls' mercy. They could do waht they wanted with you.

Marie then said: "In this house, we will treat you with respect, but you have to remember that we are in charge.

It is your duty to work out how you can be of service to me. Do you understand."

I nodded my head and the hand under my skirt gave me a gentle tweek - sending me almost explosively sky high.

She then started to stroke my leg and her hand.......

That afternoon, Rebecca took me upstairs and spreadeagled me facedown with my hands tied behind my back in the middle of a double bed.

However hard you try you are unable to turn over.

She gagged me with a head harness and muzzle gag and then hooded me and said "See you later, aligator" - but not before putting her hand under my skirt and giving me a final tweak followed by a vicious smack on my backside.

After about an hour, I heard another woman enter the room (who I gather was it was Kathleen):

" Hi JR" she said "I hear from Becks that you are really quite a good looker."

And with that she took off the hood and flipped me on my back, with my legs still spreadeagled and my skirt just resting above my knees.

She then dropped on my chest and started to stroke my hair for a few minutes, before moving down my body and getting me quite aroused.

I guess I looked quite feminine by now, with my long hair allowed to flow and in a beautiful black skirt and boots, all of which Kathleen said later made me look quite sexy.

Kathleen then untied my legs from the spreadeagle and led me down the stairs.

I had trouble walking in the six inch heels as I just wasn't used to them.

" Just off for a walk with JR" she said as she led me out of the house.

We walked across the yard to the barn and Kathleen took me inside.

In the middle of the barn was a support pole and she led me to it, stood my back to the pole, undid my wrists and whipped them around the pole and retied them.

"My - was she strong!" I thought as she wrapped a second rope tightly around my torso to the post starting just below the neck and ending at the waist.

She then looked around and found a piece of wood about half a metere long, to the ends of which she attached my ankles in a speadeagle.

She stroked my face playfully and then with one finger ran her finger up and down my bound torso

She then removed the gag and inserted a spider gag and she started to run her index finger gently inside my mouth.

I had never experienced anything like the emotion I felt then. I thingled all over.

I was helpless as her hands moved slowly downstairs under my skirt - where they shouldn't be - and I nearly exploded through the roof, as she started to tongue kiss me too

Just as I was about to explode, Marie looked in.

"Kate, please can you pop over to the house to help Justine."

"Sure" Kathleen said as she had just climaxed but I had been left dangling.

She was such a sadist to be able to go but to leave me still wanting to.

"I'll look after him" Marie said "Ever since I saw him, I have fancied him and when I noticed he started to put his stories on the "Women Bound and Gagged" site I have been wanting to get my hands on him."

"In the nicest possible way" she added with a twinkle in her eye.

I looked at her and thought, how beautiful she looked skirted and booted with long hair and soft leather gloves. I'd have quite liked to gte my hands on her but they were tied behind me

" JR" she said " Now you helpless. You teased me for so long with your storie. Now I have you, we can try some of them out can't we"

And with that she approached me.

I knew it was going to be a long and tortured evening - at least for me
Saturday, September 21st 2013 - 02:02:05 AM
Name: JR Kelling
E-mail address: JR@hotmail.com
Comments:My Austrian second cousin Heidi (he one who was a Belle in the Austrian police force) and I were down from Scotland and it was Burns night.

We were beginning to be an item

We were both sitting in this little cafe just before the B&D Burns Night Ball,dressed appropriately in a knee lenght kilt and boots (as it was ferociously cold that evening).

Suddenly three policewomen from the Belles special task force came in and one of them arrested Heidi. She twisted Heidi's arms behind her back before cuffing her.

As I tried to intervene, the other two each took one of my arms and twisted them behind my back as I stood up.

I hunched forward and one of them kicked the back of my knees forcing me into a kneeling position and then she took over the other wrist of mine from her colleague. She then placed her booted foot on the back on my knee forcing me to remain kneeling but in a very upright position.

Her colleague then put a dog collar around my neck and then tied my wrists together (still twisted up my back) and then attached them to the dog collar.

You can guess that I felt helpless as I knelt there with the Belle cop holding me down with her foot on the back of my knee.

The Chief of Belles then came in and stood before me

She was a magnificent specimen of tough womanhood seductively dressed in a red leather shirt and white blouse and in magificent riding boots.

" I told you to stay out of this" she said to Heidi and me, Heidi having now also been forced to her knees in front of the Chief. "That was an order. Now I am going to have to enforce my order."

It was all to do with the financial affair that was going on in my office that Heidi and I had discovered. Or so I thought.

"However, as I can't get that through to the two of you, I am going to put you in bondage until this is over."

And with that we were hauled of to the awaiting police wagon, where we were shoved in the back with two of the Belles.

Heidi and I were then both shoved on our stomachs and hogtied.

"That should keep you docile" one of them said.

As Heidi opened her mouth to protest, one of the belles looked for something to gag her with. Not finding anything, she took her underwear off and stuffed it into Heidi's mouth and then took a piece of rope to secure the gag.

" Have you got something to say too" the other Belle asked.

I shook my head.

We travelled about ten miles until we came to an old cottage in the woods - far from the maddening crowd.

We were released from the hogtie and led into the house. Heidi's gag was removed on the condition she kept her mouth shut.

"Actually this is one of our safe houses" the Chief said "And you will be out guests."

We were shoved to our knees again and then allowed to sit.

Heid was almost comfortable in her cuffs but my wrists were aching.

"Please" I pleaded with the Chief "will you release my arms, as they are killing me"

And with that the two Belles came over and untied me.

"Get yourself a drink" the Chief said and I got up and stretched my legs.

"Don't you wnat to know why Heidi's still manacled" the Chief said.

" I have learnt to keep my questions to myself this evening" I replied, secretly enjoying the sight of Heidi in kilt and boots, hand cuffed behind her back and sitting demurely on the floor in front of the fire. She just looked so cute.

" I know you think she looks cute" the Chief said mischeviously." We have seen the magazines in yoru appartment."

"Well she's yours this evening - only the cuffs will stay on. I know you won't take off with Heidi as her hands cuffed behind her back and she wouldn't get far in the woods like that."

"Have a nice evening. Oh by the way I'll leave the Fonz with you for protection and to stop you escaping."

Well, the Fonz was a beautiful woman, muscular, six foot two and all woman looking seducively cute in her boots and black skirt. She could ahve been a model.

"Don't try anything on the Fonz - she'll have you for breakfast" was the Chief's parting words.

And with that she left.

"Want some food" the Fonz said and I replied affirmatively.

Heidi looked at me forlornly.

"Sorry Heidi" I said "I can't do anything about your cuffs. And there is no way I will be able to take the keys from the Fonz"

After 15 mins, the Fonz came in from the kitchen but she looked different.

I looked puzzled until I realised that there were two women next to her and her hands were tied behind her back.

Not only tied behind her back but there was also rope tied around the top of her torso forcing her breasts to stick out - like a Sergent Major's on parade ground.

Her elbows had been tied together. She was also ball gagged and blindfolded.

"Hands behind your head and interlock your fingers" the woman with the gun said.

I complied

"Down on your knees"

Again I complied.

The scene was surreal.

I was on my knees, hands behind my head with fingers interlocked. Heidi was handcuffed and sitting on the floor and the Fonz was hooded and gagged, with her hands tied behind her back, her torso was roped and the end of the rope was used to pull her into the room.

The woman with the gun gave her colleague a piece of rope and she approached me.

She pushed me forward on my stomach lowering me down with my long hair until I was on the floor.

She them hopped onto my back - and took my right arm and twisted it behind me back so my hand was almost touching the base of my neck.

Lucky I was double jointed as that didn't really hurt at all.

She did the same with my other hand but then tied the two togther at the base of my back, slid the rope around my stomack and the tied it off so my hands were tied tightly together and to the base of my back.

The woman then came and uncuffed Heidi.

"Heidi dear" she said " Not much of a gentleman"

" I was pulled to my feet and Heidi took over.

" I'll sort him out this evening" she smiled.

The other woman looked at the Fonz and ran her hands over her .

"And you my dear Fonz are mine this evening"

The Fonz shuddered as she could guess what was coming.

You see Maria Moriaty was the Chief of Belle's boss and she had a crush on the Fonz.

I was going to be a long night for the Fonz
Saturday, September 21st 2013 - 01:58:12 AM
Name: Professor Kipunji
E-mail address: p.kipunji@africanamericanuniversity.com
Homepage URL: http://www.facebook.com/group.php?gid=123450471002828
Comments:Sandy, please post some more!

I love your stories and I'm dying to know how your last one ends.

God, I'm tearing holes in my panties and drinking straight JD. I'll use my imagination for now, but better get to it!

Oh, and you tallywacking pisscrabs who followed me here from the other board, you can sit tight: my priest convinced me not to testify. You win round one but I will rule the world.

Shit, I've got stains in my underpants more interesting than that rabble.

Friday, May 24th 2013 - 03:19:40 AM
Name: JR Kelling
E-mail address: JR @hotrmail.com
Comments:Kidnapped by Rosy for Anthea

I dropped into Heidi's room to find her tied up in a hogtie on the floor.

"Hi Rosy" I said "What she done this time?"

"Called me a bitch" Rosy replied with a smile.

I went up to Heidi and ran my hands over the side of her blouse and down the skirt to where the knees were bent up behind her back and then followed the lined up her boots to her tied up hands and then gave her bottom a playful smack. She grunted as she was tightly gagged.

“ Come on Rosy” I said “Take the gag off so she can apologise”

“Won’t make any difference” Rosy replied “ She has to learn manners”

I took Heidi’s gag off and she said “Rosy I am so sorry please forgive me. I have tickets for the Justin Bieber concert and I must go!”

“Tough” replied Rosy “Unless someone takes your place”

“ Come on Jase” Heidi pleaded “It has taken me so long to get these tickets”

“OK” I replied and went to her room.

I knew the drill – I had to wear a blouse, skirt and boots before I could take her place being tied up for the evening. I chose a red silk blouse and split skirt and black leather boots from Heidi’s cupboard as I was surprisingly the same size as her.

I shaved and came out – looking really quite pretty.

Rosy came up behind me and pulled my hands together behind me and tied my wrists together.

She sat me on a chair and tied my legs to the chairs spreading my legs apart- tying the ankles to the base of the chair leg and then my knees to the top end of the chair legs. I felt as if I was doing a sit down splits

She then ballgagged me and untied Heidi, who smiled.

“We need to leave you with a babysitter” they said – and then Anthea came in.

I groaned as I knew Anthea had a crush on me and I knew she would leave love bites all over my upper torso.

As Heidi left, she unbutton my blouse and pulled the top over my shoulders down towards my waist exposing my neck and back.

“Enjoy” she said the Anthea as she left.

“We set you up well, didn’t we Rosy” she said with a smile.

Anthea came in wearing a blouse and skirt as well as boots and smiled as she came and sat on my lap facing me.

I tried to say something through the gag but only grunts came out.

She lowered her head onto my back and started playfully biting and sucking causing the areas to come out in red weals, the sucking bringing the blood to the surface of the skin.

She worked my back and then my neck with love bites throughout the evening – driving me insane. Her hands were all over me as I struggled, but they had tied me well.

Anthea then untied my legs and marched me into the bedroom and place me on my stomach. She then tied my legs to the corners of the bed in a half St Andrews Cross.

She sat on me and leaned over my legs and started on my legs in the same way. I had love bites all over my neck, back and legs by the end of the evening.

Just sucking, but what a mess she made of me

The girls (Heidi and Rosy) came back and whistled.

"Wow you have done a great job" they said - "looks like modern art."

I guess it was with my legs stretched to the bed corners, the split skirt raised to show her handiwork - up to my bum and my back and neck exposed.

Heidi came back with her camera and took a picture or two and then printed them out and laid them in front on me.

"Fancy some revenge?" she said and Rosy twisted Anthea's arms behind her back and tied them together. She then threw her on the bed and tied her ankles into a hogtie

They released me and left Anthea to my tender mercies for the night.

You know I really enjoyed myself.........
Monday, May 13th 2013 - 04:38:37 PM
Name: J R. Kelling
E-mail address: JR@hotmail.com
Comments:The Cottage

You will be surprised what happned to me, not least becasue I doubt you have heard of the specail task force known as the Belles.

It is a counter intelligence group made up solely of women, becsue it is recognised that women have superior mental powers - and also can be trained to be as lethal as the menb

My Austrian second cousin Heidi (the one who is a Belle in the Austrian police force) and I were down from Scotland and it was Burns night.

We were beginning to be an item.

We were both sitting in this little cafe just before the B&D Burns Night Ball,dressed appropriately in a knee length kilt and boots (as it was ferociously cold that evening).

Suddenly three policewomen from the Belles special task force came in and one of them arrested Heidi.

She twisted Heidi's arms behind her back before cuffing her.

As I tried to intervene, the other two each took one of my arms and twisted them behind my back as I stood up.

I hunched forward and one of them kicked the back of my knees forcing me into a kneeling position and then she took over the other wrist of mine from her colleague. She then placed her booted foot on the back on my knee forcing me to remain kneeling but in a very upright position.

Her colleague then put a dog collar around my neck and then tied my wrists together (still twisted up my back) and then attached them to the dog collar.

You can guess that I felt helpless as I knelt there with the Belle cop holding me down with her foot on the back of my knee.

The Chief of Belles then came in and stood before me.

She was a magnificent specimen of tough womanhood seductively dressed in a red leather shirt and white blouse and in magificent riding boots.

"I told you to stay out of this" she said to Heidi and me, Heidi having now also been forced to her knees in front of the Chief. "That was an order. Now I am going to have to enforce my order."

It was all to do with the financial affair that was going on in my office that Heidi and I had discovered.

Or so I thought.

"However, as I can't get that through to the two of you, I am going to keep you tied up until this is over."

And with that we were hauled of to the awaiting police wagon, where we were shoved in the back with two of the Belles.

Heidi and I were then both shoved on our stomachs and hogtied.

"That should keep you docile" one of them said.

As Heidi opened her mouth to protest, a gag was inserted into her mouth.

" Have you got something to say too" the other Belle asked me. I shook my head.

We travelled about ten miles until we came to an old cottage in the woods - far from the maddening crowd. We were released from the hogtie and led into the house.

Heidi's gag was removed on the condition she kept her mouth shut.

"Actually this is one of our safe houses" the Chief said "And you will be out guests."

We were shoved to our knees again and then allowed to sit. Heid was almost comfortable in her cuffs but my wrists were aching.

"Please" I pleaded with the Chief "will you release my arms, as they are killing me"

And with that the two Belles came over and untied me. "Get yourself a drink" the Chief said and I got up and stretched my legs.

"Don't you want to know why Heidi's still manacled" the Chief said.

"I have learnt to keep my questions to myself this evening" I replied, secretly enjoying the sight of Heidi in kilt and boots, hand cuffed behind her back and sitting demurely on the floor in front of the fire.

She looked such a damsel in distress. Wow was she o cute.

" I know you think she looks cute" the Chief said mischeviously." We have seen the magazines in your appartment."

"Well she's yours this evening - only the cuffs will stay on. I know you won't escape while Heidi has her her hands cuffed behind her back. Anyway if the both of you ran, she wouldn't get far in the woods like that. Have a nice evening. Oh by the way I'll leave the Fonz with you for protection and to stop you escaping."

Well, the Fonz was a beautiful woman, muscular, six foot two and all woman looking seducively cute in her boots and black skirt. She could have been a model.

"Don't try anything on the Fonz - she'll have you for breakfast" was the Chief's parting words.

And with that she left.

"Want some food" the Fonz said and I replied affirmatively.

Heidi looked at me forlornly.

"Sorry Heidi" I said "I can't do anything about your cuffs. You heard the chief. And there is no way I will be able to take the keys from the Fonz"

After 15 mins, the Fonz came in from the kitchen but she looked different. I looked puzzled until I realised that there were two women next to her and her hands were tied behind her back.

Not only tied behind her back but her elbows had been tied together. On top of that there was also rope tied around the top of her torso forcing her breasts to stick out - like a Sergeant Major's on parade ground.

She was then ball gagged and blindfolded.

"Hands behind your head and interlock your fingers" the woman with the gun said.

I complied.

"Down on your knees"

Again I complied.

The scene was surreal.

I was on my knees, hands behind my head with fingers interlocked. Heidi was handcuffed and sitting on the floor and the Fonz was hooded and gagged, with her hands tied behind her back, her torso was roped and the end of the rope was used to pull her into the room.

The woman with the gun gave her colleague a piece of rope and she approached me.

She pushed me forward on my stomach lowering me down with my long hair until I was on the floor. She them hopped onto my back - and took my right arm and twisted it behind me back so my hand was almost touching the base of my neck. Lucky I was double jointed as that didn't really hurt at all.

She did the same with my other hand but then tied the two together at the base of my back, slid the rope around my stomach and the tied it off so my hands were tied tightly together and to the base of my back.

The woman then came and uncuffed Heidi. "Heidi dear" she said " Not much of a gentleman, is he?"

I was pulled to my feet and Heidi took over. "I'll sort him out this evening" she smiled.

The other woman looked at the Fonz and ran her hands over her.

"And you my dear Fonz are mine this evening"

The Fonz shuddered as she could guess what was coming.

You see the woman was Maria Moriaty was the Chief of Belle's boss and she had a crush on the Fonz.

It was going to be a long night for the Fonz - and I guessed for me too.

Heidi chuckled as she led me into the bedroom....
Friday, March 29th 2013 - 08:50:28 AM
Name: Sandy
Homepage URL: http://www.facebook.com/group.php?gid=123450471002828
Comments:Mum made me tie her to the toilet again. Honestly, I don't know why she's so obsessed with it. She makes me call her "Mrs. Lincoln" and always wears a black top hat. As soon as she's tied up, she has me fetch her a newspaper in my mouth like a dog. I always must kneel when she pulls the paper out of my mouth. Then she pulls a Milkbone dog biscuit out of a box off the shelf and shoves it in my mouth. She doesn't make me eat it, but I must confess, I have on occasion and I don't much mind the taste. Oh, and in the background we usually have a home video playing of her stripping at a GG Allin concert from his 1992 tour with the Murder Junkies. Mum says things along the lines of watch Mrs. Lincoln shitting and things like that. When she's ready to be untied, she yells, "I am freeing the slaves!" Then she flushes the toilet, which is my cue to untie her. She wants me to perform acts in front of her while she's on her "throne," but so far I've only found girls that are interested and I'd rather get involved with a guy. Had to get that out. I COULD NEVER DISCUSS THIS WITH MY COLLEAGUES.
Wednesday, March 27th 2013 - 12:00:54 PM
Name: JR Kelling
E-mail address: JR@hotmail.com
Comments:The Manor

I met Lady Rosemary Kirtpatrick at a "skirt and boots" party organised by my girlfriend and her daughter Lady Jenny Kirkpatrick.

I was debating going because it was a "skirt and boots" party.

Lady Rosemary had been my Law school teacher at University and wow was she beautiful. How many of us first year lads fantasied at going out with her.

After leaving law school and entering Lady Rosemary's law firm, I had been out with her daughter Jenny, who had similar tastes to her mother.

And so I was invited to Jenny's birthday "skirt and boots" party.

As I was the only bloke, they made it easier on me by allowing me to wear a kilt in place of a skirt. But I still looked feminine in the boots.

During that evening, Lady Rosemary surprised me, when she came up behind me and handcuffed my wrists behind my back.

How Jenny laughed as I struggled to stop Lady Rosemary but she had the drop on me and I was quickly subdued. It may also have had something to do with the fact that she had two other women hold my arms behind my back as she applied the cuffs.

The rest of the evening I was allowed to mingle with the women, but with my wrists handcuffed behind my back. The girls seemed to enjoy my plight and many hands ran under my kilt. Jenny was the most persistant and squeezed quite hard. The girls plied me with drink - after all I couldn't even hold a glass!!

As the last guest left, I asked Jenny to release me.

"You have to be kidding, doesn't he mum?" she said.

"Yes" Lady Rosemary replied. " You are Jenny's present this evening"

And so I was led to her bedroom.

There were two dark and powerful Amazon types - dressed provocatively in leaher skirts, boots and blouses.

As Jenny took the cuffs off, the two Amazons took my wrists and forced them high up my back in a "reverse prayer" while Jenny took some rope and tied them together.

With the rest of the rope she secured the wrists to the rest of my body by wrapping coils around my body vey tightly. I was left helpless satnding there as she finished to examine her work of art.


I was then taken to the training room and forced onto a training horse with my feet off the ground. They were then tied beneath the horse, the lights extinguished and I was left there for about 20 mins.

I couldn't move.

Jenny then returned and untied my feet and led me away from the horse.

" Hey Jenn, come on please let me go" I said, just before the Amazons put a tight muzzle gag and harness on.

My ankles were then shackled with tight leg irons.

I was then led to Lady Rowena De Ville's car, the same Lady Rowena I had referred to as a horse.

I was forced to my knees in the back of the Limosine, and the leg irons were removed.

Lady Rowena then pushed me forward on my stomach and one of the Amazons tied my legs together and then hogtied me.

"Jenny, you can have him later" Lady Rowena said

"That's fine Auntie Ro" Jenny replied. "Just make sure he pays for calling your a horse".

I shivered as Lady Rowena took me to her castle, her riding whip cracking down upon my legs from time to time on the road home.

At the castle, I was led to the dungeon, where my wrsts were eventually released from the reverse prayer hold.

However the Amazon took me to a post, shacked my harness to the top and twisted my arms behind my back and the post before tying them together again.

And that is where I spent the first night.
Saturday, March 23rd 2013 - 02:46:16 PM
Name: Jason
E-mail address: Jason@hotmail.com
Comments:The Librarian

I looked across the library at the Librarian, her hair in a bun with a pencil tight pinstripe skirt and boots and thick rimmed glasses.

She glowered at me as I talked with a colleague in the library.

6.30pm came and she wandered across to me to tell me the Library was closing. A faint smile came across her lips.

I stood outside as the Library closed but as it was dark and drizzling and so I waited in the entrance until the rain let up.

The Librarian came out and asked me if, as it was dark, I would walk her home. Her smile relaxed me and so I agreed.

We came to her house and she invited me in for a drink.

She went into her bedroom, as I remained in the lounge.

I picked up a magazine on her table "Men in skirts" with the subtitle "A lesson in bondage for women" and started looking in it.

There she had various men tied up, skirted and booted; men tied up by women.

"So that is what turns her on" I thought. "Men in skirts in submission"

And then she came out - having let her hair down and changed into a red blouse and split leather skirt.

"Wow" I breathed in as she looks fabulous.

"Surprised” she said.

"Yes" I replied.

“And the magazine" she replied seeing what I had in my hand. “You up for it?" she asked

"Well, I have never been skirted and booted in my life". I replied

"There's always a first time" she replied

And with that she led me into her bedroom.

On the bed was a silky black skirt, a white top, a pair of tights and a pair of black boots. All my size.

"How did you guess my size" I replied.

"I used to work in a clothes shop selling women's clothes. You soon get to work out sizes just by looking."

Curiosity got the better of me and so I took off my clothes and soon was skirted and booted standing in front of her.

She came up to me and twisted my right arm behind my back and marched me over to the wall.

"Spread-eagle" she said "Hands on the wall and feet part - now lean forward".

As I leant forward with my arms and legs in the form of a star at 45 degrees to the wall, she took my right wrist and turned it behind my back followed by the left one.

My head was now forced onto the wall as she held me there.

She took a piece of rope from her waist band and firmly tied my hands together and then my elbows - as close as they could go.

She then put me in a chokehold under her right arm causing legs to be bent in a right angle to the rest of my body as she took me over to her bed.

I was forced face down on the bed - I couldn't resist her as she caressed my bum underneath the skirt.

Suddenly a policewoman entered to room in full policewoman uniform - and whistled. I could just see her out of the corner of my eye.

“Spot on" she said "You win the bet, I never thought you'd get him here - let alone so helpless like this". And she laughed.

And as I listened more carefully I realised it was my girlfriend Helena.

"We are going to have a great night Jason - or should I say Jane." I squirmed as she tied my feet together.

"I see I can't trust you with the fairer sex" she went on as her hand went under my skirt to my private parts and I wriggled s she squeezed.

The Librarian pinched my nose and, as I opened my mouth, she put in a spider gag.

"I can explain" I said helplessly.

"No need" Helena replied “No need for further evidence and anyway I have you as I want you. I have been wondering how to get you like this for a long time but didn't know how to bring the subject up."

The Librarian put her fingers into my mouth and began to play.

Helena's hand went under my skirt again ................

The night was long - as was the next morning.

As it was the weekend, I remain bound and gagged (just allowed to go to the toilet in cuffs when I needed to) like this till Monday.

It turned out that Helena had a sister - the Librarian.

So beware if a dowdy Librarian asked you in for a drink...
Thursday, March 21st 2013 - 12:45:10 PM
Name: JR K
E-mail address: JR@hotmail.com
Comments:Jenny led me upstairs. She laid a skirt and blouse out for me on the bed.

"You said you'd do anything for me" she said. "I have this fetish of men waering skirts and boots. So get changed"

I had no choice. I had been stupid but I didn't want to be a liar, so I changed.

I must say I looked really quite pretty in that black leather split side skirt and red silk blouse.

As I finished dressing, Jenny came up behind me and twisted by arms behind my back - and then knotted my wrists together.

As I went down first on my knees and then on my stomach, Jenny jumped onto my back and started to tie my elbows together.

"You know that film you were watching with the girl being tied up really turned me on" she said.

I grunted as my elbows came as close as they could togther.

"Jenny, this isn't fair" I said.

No not fair but yoiua re my fair one" shje replied as Anthea her sister came down and started to tied my legs together.

"You see Anthea fancies you" Jenny said "Adieu and have a nice time"

Anthea was beautiful kid of 18, who looked so cool in an outfit that could have been worn by Xena (from the film of Xena).

I was turned over and Anthea dropped on me.

"Just to let you know who is boss" she slapped my face a number of times until my face was red.

"Ok you bitch" I replied and suddenly her fist smashed into my face and blood flowed from my nose.

"You mean Mistress" she replied.

"Try again"

"Mistress" I replied.

She then untied my legs and retied my hands so that they were in a reverse prayer position and then tied a dog collar and lead roudn my neck and led me to her room.

There she attacked my hands to a pulley and yanked it high so I had to stand on tiptoe in a strappado.

My legs were then spread with a spreader bar - the pulley had been released to allow me to drop slightly - and I stood there legs stretched apart and almost suspended from the ceiling.

I was helpless and she knew it.

She then brought in this beautiful black ebony girl into the room, her hands tied behind her. She too wore a skirt and boots but no top at all. The black woman knelt on a stool before me and Anthea wrenched my head back. "Now suck her breasts - and if you bite I will break your teeth one by one"

And with that I started to suck the black womans breast.

Anthea stood behind me encouraging me with a little reach beneath my skirt to my provate squeezing each time I didn't suck enough.

Finally her friend was aroused and went and my head was allowed to flop forward.

The black woman then reversed roles with Anthea and the same happened again.

When they were both finished, I was released from the spread bar and the pulley and taken to lie in the kingsize bed next to them, gagged and my legs tied together - as they cuddled into the night. All could do was watch in fascination through my gag

In the morning.......
Tuesday, March 19th 2013 - 10:12:49 AM
Name: JR Kelling
E-mail address: JR@hotmail.com
Comments:This is a true story

My cousin Heidi told me she had a birthday present for me -an hour's massage at Jenny's alternative Massage parlour in town.

I had heard good things about it so I took off down there that afternoon.

Jenny sat me down when I came in and said: "Sorry but with all this health and saftey malakey, you'll have to sign this form"

There was a main page with disclaimers etc which I signed with about five pages of small print - but I didn't have time to read them.

Jenny took me into the maasage room. "We are using a new technique" she said "We need to keep the parts of the body warm that we are not massaging so I am going to have you wear a skirt and blouse instead of the usual one piece bathrobe. That way, we can keep your kidneys and back warm while massaging your shoulders and your shoulders warm while massaging the lower regions. You've already agreed to this in the document you just signed."

I was speechless but simply had to go along with what she said.

Jenny was a beautiful woman with long blond hair and a captivating smile. She wore a red silky blouse and a split black leather skirt and boots, the split skirt was to enable her to sit more comfortably over me as she massaged my back, as I found out later.

"Size 12 I guess" she said as she handed me a black corduroy skirt and white blouse." She was spot on!

I undressed and put on the clothes she handed me and lay face down on the massage bench.

" We need to get your breathing through your nose and not your mouth" she said. "Open up and let me put this ball gag on you. It was in the small print"

And with that she hopped on my back and proceeded to put the ball gag in my mouth and pull it back tightly. I could only gunt as she asked if it was comfortably.

She started to massage my back, lifting up the blouse which I hadn't fully buttoned up.

With the gag in place and comfortable (how can you be comfortable with a ball gag) she said: "Now the first exercise we have is the strengthen the back muscles"

"So put your hands behind you - in the middle of your back and then use your back muscles to pull your shoulders back."

I complied and suddenly found Jenny tying my wrists together with a piece of rope. As she sat on me her assistant came in and tied my ankles together.

Jenny then tied my elbows together as closely as they would go and then hopped off me.

I was hooded and carried out to a car.

I was laid on the floor in the back of the car and my feet were bound up to my hands in a hogtie and two people got in. I heard Jenny talk to Heidi.

"Quite easy" she said "He fell for everything"

Heidi replied "Yes I didn't hink it would be that easy"

And with that she poked me with her stillettos.

The journey was long and eventually the car stopped. My hogtie was released and my feet untied.

" Do you want us to put boots on you" Jenny said" Or do you wnat to draw the cart barefeet"

Not much of a choice I thought as I nodded.

Still hooded I was led out to what turned out to be a stable.

A girl met us there and I felt uneasy as I heard her talk.

Heidi had told me that Susie had a crush on me and my reply was along the lines that her horses look more attractive than she does. I wouldn't entertain going out with her if she was the last girl on earth.

"My horses look better than I do" Susie said to me " Well today you are going to be one of them."

And with that I felt myself being hitched to a buggy. My hood was removed and my ball gag removed. My hands remained fastened behind me.

Susie came and put a horse bit in my mouth and then stepped into the buggy with Jenny.

As my eyes accustomed to the light again, I saw that Heidi had been overpowered and she was harnessed next to me in the buggy. A bit was placed in her mouth too and her hands were tied behind her.

Just in case you two don't know, this means stop" Susie said tugging at the bit and yanking my head back. "And this means go" as the whip ripped across the back of my legs and I and Heidi yelped.

It turned out that Jenny and Susie had been in cohorts together.

Susie fancied me and Heidi fancied Jenny (though it wasn't mutual). So Jenny had used Heidi to get me for Susuie and then as she no longer needed her, Jenny had tied her up to join me. You see Jenny had a thing about a girl booted and skirted and tied up. It turned her on.

They took us out Jenny and Susie sitting in the buggy into the countryside pulling them in the buggy. It was slow travel -and in one village people stared at us.

"Just practice for a film set - Lady Godiva" Susie said as we travelled by. People just nodded.

We reached "Ochams Corner" a beauty spot and Susie and Jenny then unharnassed me and led me down to the river. There they threw a blanket on the ground and pushed me to my knees.

A space gag replaced my harness and Susie stood in front of me as I knelt before her with Jenny standing behind me manipulating the position of my head by holding the leather straps at the back of the gag in my mouth

"Are you willing to let me tongue kiss you" Susie said.

I looked up at her - and wow did she look pretty in her skirt and boots

Jenny then flipped me on my back.

I grunted and the long afternoon began. Susie put her hands all over me - and Jenny went and got Heidi led her down and forced her to watch kneeling in front of us.

Heidi blushed as Jenny started to work on her too.
Monday, March 18th 2013 - 01:18:33 PM
Name: None
Comments:This is a work of fiction.

Samantha was going to the store to pick up some groceries. She was a senior in high school and looked more like 22. She had long brown hair beneath her shoulders, was 6' even, thin, with a beautiful face and a decently sized set. On this particular day, she was wearing skinny jeans and a white tanktop and black leather boots, no heels. Her parents were out of town for a week but she was staying with her aunt, or was supposed to. She spent almost all of her time with friends and had been at her house alone with some friends for two days, but her aunt never really bothered, so samantha really took care of herself. Anyway, she bought the groceries and almost walked out when she saw a girl walk in the store, it was a girl who Samantha had hated for years, and the feeling was mutual. Her name was Allison and she had blonde hair to her middle back, normally in a pony tail, a pretty face, thin, and same height and breast size as Samantha. She started to leave and Allison paid no mind at all. Samantha went home and put up the groceries and the phone started ringing. She picked it up and it was one of her friends. "hey Sam, you won't believe what I got for you, a date with a hot guy named gray" Sam (thats much shorter) almost flipped, she had wanted to go out with him but he was always dating Allison, which is one of many reasons she hated her. Her friend explained that they had broken up two days ago and gray had asked her if Sam would say yes if he asked, and her friend set it up from there. After thanking her amillion times, Sam called gray and asked when he would like to go, and they agreed to that night. It wouldn't be fancy so Sam wasn't planning to change, and when she asked what they would do, gray said, "I'm not telling but I think you'll enjoy it." not knowing what to expect, sam hung up and waited anxiously for the date.

At about 6 o'clock she left for grays house, which was a short walk away. When she arrived she knocked on the door and gray answered and invited her in. She went and sat on a couch in the living room and gray told her to wait while he got what he wanted to show her. He left for a minute and came back with none other than Allison in his arms, hogtied and gagged and flailing. He set her down and Sam couldnt help but laugh at her predicament. Her wrists were tightly tied with rope and there was more rope going in and out of her arms and around her stomach to keep them pinned. Her ankles and knees were bound and her legs and wrists were tied tightly together. On top of that, she had a tight cleave gag that held in multiple cloths that let her do little more than scream. On top of all that, she was only wearing a pair of short Jean shorts and a shirt that had been cut short below her breasts, so she was in the most embarrassing position sam could have asked for. Sam asked what else they would do tonight and gray said that would be her choice. Sam grinned and Allison gave her a cold stare. Sam thought about what they could do for a while and gray told her to think while he went to grab something out of the garage. Sam knelt down next to Allison who started screaming again, and Sam responded by tickling her. She went on for a while while Allison squirmed on the ground trying to get out and eventually Sam let her catch her breath. She started breathing really hard as gray came back in with some more rope in his hand. Sam asked what it was for and gray responded by saying "its no fun if there's only one person." Sam laughed alittle thinking he was joking but realized he wasn't, Sam told him she didn't want to and recomended torturing Allison again, but instead gray jumped on her and started to tie her up, and though she resisted, Sam couldn't help but laugh thinking it was fun, so she went along with it. He tied her in a similar fashion to Allison but tied her elbows together as well, and all the knots seemed much tighter than they did on allison. Sam laughed alittle and tried to say it was time to let her go, but midsentence he gag her with a wad of cloth and cleave gagged it, and pulled it really tight so she grunted out of pain. She started screaming through the gag and looked over at Allison, who was actually laughing, despite the fact that she was in the same predicament. Then gray walked to her and started doing something, then Sam realized he was actually untying her! Sam couldn't believe it! When she was out Allison stood up and looked at gray and said, "thanks for the help sweetheart." Sam couldn't believe it, they had never broken up, this was just a clever scheme allison thought of to get her. Sam started screaming but allison slapped her and said, "my turn bitch" and tickled sam way more than she had done to Allison, and for alot longer too, for almost ten minutes at once. Sam was starting to freak out about now and screamed loudly, but noone was ther to hear it.

More in part 2
Sunday, January 20th 2013 - 03:56:24 PM
Name: JR Kelling
E-mail address: FJK@hotmail.com
Comments:Part 2

Suddenly the door flew open and the belles from the Vice squad burst in

Gerti was immediately handcuffed with her hands behind her back as was Tina and I was pushed to the floor.

To stop me escaping, the beautiful young booted and skirted vice squad girl sat down upon me. She then tied my feet together, ball gagged me and then hogtied me with the rope left over.

“We’ll come and get you later” she said with a mischievous smile.

“Well done, Heidi” the squad leader said “they fell for the kidnapping ploy and we can put the brothel out of action for a number of years.”

Heidi walked passed me and smiled; she knelt down and checked to see if I was sufficiently incapacitated so as to not escape. “Well done, JR “she said “You make a wonderful woman – and a pretty slave. Perhaps you will be more appreciative of cops in the Police now”

It was about an hour before the beautiful girl from Vice Squad returned. She released the hogtie, freed my feet and released the ball gagged, but kept my hands tightly bound.

“Sorry, but you are evidence and we have to take you down to the station, just as you are. Rope knots are so individual that they act as fingerprints – and Gerti has denied tying you up. We need to photograph it all and then have Sylvia untie you slowly to check the way you have been tied up.”

So she walked me out of the room, and I asked her if she would hood me so no one could recognise me. She obliged and put me in the police car.

But we didn’t go to police station – it was all a hoax and I was taken to a house, where together with other girls who were due to be exported, we were all held – all skirted and booted and hands tied behind our backs. My hood was removed and a ball gag inserted

There were some real beauties, but I couldn’t talk to them as I was so securely gagged.

We were herded into a container and loaded up – with guards to ensure we behaved ourselves and who would feed us

We were in the container for four days before we landed in Cape Town, where we were unloaded.

There we were each sold – I went to a white South African family…..but that is another story
Wednesday, November 14th 2012 - 09:55:07 AM
Name: Jane
Comments:As I lay there, Loren smiled at me and said:

"I have this fetish about boots and skirts" she said

"I know you find us girls pretty all tied up in skirts and boots, but I find men attractive in skirts and boots and tied up too - just like you are"

So I'd like to propsoe that in the office, I will be a submissive secretary doing all your bidding and wearing skirts and boots and when we are in your house too, but in mine, you will submit to my will. Deal?"

"Deal" I said "but this isn't your house so you should release me"

"No" she replied "I paid for the room so it is as if it is my house".

As I was tied up, I really couldn't argue - especially when she put her hand under my skirt and started fondling my private parts.

A week later, we had our next date - and she invited me around - and I had forgotten our deal.

As I came into her house, I saw Loren and her sister Gwen - both dressed to kill (black skirt and boots with a red blouse)

"Your kit is in the bedroom" Gwen said.

"What do you mean?" I replied and then remembered the deal.

"Let's go out" I casually suggested.

"No" they both said - " but if you'd rather we'll play poker for it.

Every time you lose, we chose what your wear and every time we lose you can tie a part of us up: First feet, then ankles, then gag followed by our wrists. And then you have won"

That gives us four forfeits and you seven (in adittion skirt, boots and blouse you have to change into)

"What do these girls know about poker" I thought. "I'll beat them easily"

So I said: "OK"

The first hand I won -and thought - this will be a walkover

I chose to tie Gwen feet togther, as she was the stronger of the two. At least if I had her tied up, I coudl overpower Loren more easily.

The next one Gwen won and she chose me to change into the skirt laid out. Little did I know they had marked the cards!

The next hand Loren won and I had to change into the blouse. I caught a view of myself in the mirror and I thought I quite fancy myself!

The next hand Gwen won and I had to change into the boots.

I was beginning to feel nervous as they won the next hands and my feet and ankles were sooon tied.

Wow could Gwen tie tightly

The next round I won and chose to tie Gwen's knees and surprisingly I won again and so took to gagging her

Loren won the next round and I was gagged.

It was the last hand as Gwen won it and my hands were swiftly bound behind my back.

As Gwen had won, Loren untied her and Gwen Loren's feet and the carried me to the bedroom.

I was laid on my back as the two of them lay either side of me and started to play under the skirt and I lay on my back.

They ungagged me and both started kissing me.

"You see Jane - I think we should call you a girl's name when you are like this - we found out how much we liked this when our Scottish cousin came to visit five yaers ago.

Being a year younger, he tried to boss us around until we got tired of it.So one day we turned on him and tied him up.

He looked so pretty in the kilt that we both decided we must do it again sometime - but so far we haven't found any man to play the game."

Gwen hands were pretty active and I was soon gasping in delight

"What do you say to another adventure like this?" Gwen asked

I wasn't really in any position to protest - but did I want to anyway.

Suddenly, they turned me over and hogtied me - and used my bum as a card table as they played poker again - for the right to tieme up next time we got together.

When I protested that this wasn't fair - I was simply ball gagged.

Three hours later they freed me - but what an evening that had been.

Tied up in a skirt by two little vixens was exhiliating
Saturday, September 8th 2012 - 09:29:27 AM
Name: Arman J Redman
E-mail address: AJR@hotmail.com
Comments:I arrived at Glasgow airport to travel to Toronto, wearing my traditional Scottish kilt(and boots because it was winter as well as an overcoat).

I came quite easily through immigration and passport control.

MPS met me just outside the "Arrivals" door of the airport and introduced herself.

She was wearing a leather black miniskirt, matching leather top and black boots and looked cool for the good 60 years of age that she was.

She stroked my bum as she kissed me and then showed me to her limosine car.

I carried my case to the car adn put it in the boot, followed by my overcoat.

It was quite an adventure into the unknown responding to her website and meeting this lady I had never met before for a bondage session

"Shall we discuss the finer details when we get to our destination" she said.

"Fine by me" I replied

I got into the back of the limosine - where her two pretty daughters J and R(both skirted and booted like MPS) were sitting and they beckoned me to sit between them.

As I sat down, J grabbed my hair playfully and pulled me chest forward gently over onto her lap.

R grabbed my wrists and pulled them behind my back. She then proceeded to tie them together.

"Now these are the rules" MPS said. "In my house, it is the women who are in charge. And you will do what you are old whilst in our service"

And with that, the two daughters proceeded to tie my ankles and legs together.

I was then pulled back over J's lap for the rest of the 2 hour journey.

I think she must have quite liked me because she ran her hands over my kilt and under it, which really quite aroused me.

When we arrived at the other end, my knees were freed and my ankles were then tied so I could hobble out of the car to the house.

J led me out of the limosine and R and MPS joined us in the entrance of the house.

As I hobbled into the house, I asked if I would have any say in the length of service I had to perform.

"No" was the reply

I was led upstairs to the bedroom and then my hands and feet were untied and the gag removed.

I was led to a bathroom and told to have a bath and then come down and join the family.

I relaxed in the bath and got out 15 mins later to find that my kilt and shirt had been replaced by a black silky skirt and a red blouse.

I therefore dressed accordingly and went down stairs, where J proceeded to twist my arms behind my back and R tied my wrists together tightly.

Then J gagged me but the gag used was not your usual ball gag but one that could be pumped up in your mouth to enable the gag to fit 100% (and more).

I was then escorted to the room where the family was and I was sat down on a chair.

My ankles were then tied to the chair and a rope was wound round my waist pinning my back to the back of the chair.

And then I was hooded.

It was strange - yet exhilarating - to feel a hand go under your skirt knowing that you were totally defenceless and at the woman's mercy.

They could do what they wanted with me and I was defenceless.

MPS then said: "In this house, while men are subservient to the mistresses of the house. We will treat you with respect, but you have to remember that we are in charge. It is your duty to work out how you can be of service to me. Do you understand."

I nodded my head and the hand under my skirt gave me a gentle tweek - sending me almost explosively sky high.

She then started to stroke my leg and her hand wandered toward the front of my body....
Tuesday, June 19th 2012 - 01:37:22 AM
Name: Jason Ravenscar
E-mail address: JR@hotmail.com
Comments:It was my last year at Uni and I went over to my girlfriend Jenny's flat.

She and her three close friends, Lucinda, Gemma and Cindy were there playing cards

They were all beautifully dressed - skirted and booted as they were part of the Vixen's Club a Club dedicated to women always looking their best in skirts and boots - a reaction to the scruffy student jeans and teeshirt look.

I sat down and got myself a coffee and we got talking.

At some stage - I think it was Gemma who said it - "Why do guys always think of us as the weaker sex?"

I replied " Because you are!"

"Do you think so" said Jenny "Let's see, you vs Cindy"

"Fine" I said "You're on" and I got up to wrestle.

Jenny said: "Whoaa - it has to be fair. You have to wear exactly what Cindy is wearing. Like for like."

I sat down "I have no intention of getting skirted and booted"

"Chicken" they all said in unison.

After teasing me a bit, I relectantly agreed and they got me the kit out

A black skirt, tights, boots and a silk blouse. As I was about Gemma's size they were Gemma's clothes and surprisingly to boots fitted too.

Just putting on the tights and then the skirt really was quite a turn on. The tights on the hairs of my legs was sensational. Gemma's boots had six inch heels that put me at a great disadvantage as I could not stand up easily.

I came out into the sitting room and they all clapped. My long hair and lack of beard made me look quite girly and Jenny said: " You have to wear lipstick and mascara like Cindy too"

So Jenny took some lipstick out and mascara and "dolled me up".

"You look really sweet" Gemma said " I quite fancy you. By the way, the loser will be tied up for a couple of hours."

I'd gone this far so I could hardly quit now.

I was facing off against Cindy but what I didn't know was Cindy was a practised wrestler.

Susie chimed the bell and we circled each other in the room - except I slipped in the 6 inch heel boots.

Cindy was lightening fast behind me and put one arm around my throat and her knee into the back of mine. I fell on my knees, and she released the choke hold, pushed me on my stomach, and - as I fell - she sat on my back.

It took the wind out of me and, as I placed my hands on the floor to lever myself up, she seized one of my wrists with both her hands and twisted it behind my back.

It went into a hammerlock and she pushed it up into a " reverse prayer mode position". Wow it was pianful.

"Tap" Cindy said " And I have won"

The horrible girl applied more and more pressure until I could bear it no longer. I tapped.

My other wrist was then brought behind my back and the wrists were tied and the excess rope tied around my waist.

Lucinda then tied my feet and knees together - and then the four of them sat around me - having pulled my skirt down flat again - so tied up and played cards on my back.

"Yes, I think I agree with him" Lucinda said "We are the weaker sex" and they all laughed.

"Keep still" Cindy said as I wriggled to try to get loose and she put her hand under my skirt and pinched my bottom - really quite hard. " Do that again and you'll get more of that"

" Funny girl " I said " You only won because I could walk in these boots"

" He's talking too much" Jenny said " Let's gag him"

And with that they took out a ball gag and said "Open wide or we'll pinch your nose"

I had no choice and they fastened the ball gag in tightly.

" Comfortable?" Cindy laughed and slid her hand under my skirt again and pinched my bottom.

She then lifted the skirt up and gave me an almighty whack.

"Behave yourself" she commanded

And they played cards that afternoon.

The winner Lucinda won me for the evening and night and took me to her bedroom tied and gagged.

As Jenny went to bed, she knocked on Lucinda's door. "Mind if I give him a goodnight kiss" she said

" Be my guest" Lucinda replied and grabbed my hair (as I was hogtied on her bed and twisted my head around to allow Jenny to kiss me.
Saturday, June 16th 2012 - 05:12:55 AM
Name: Armanda J Redman
Comments:THE PRISONER IN THE CASTLE

I lay on the mound outside the Castle looking through my binoculars into the Castle.

No one knew what went on at the Castle, other than it was guarded by smart booted and skirted female guards.

I had met Kate at a pub, attracted to her by the smart leather skirt and boots that she wore together with that beautiful red jumper. I can't resist a pretty girl skirted and booted. It is a real turn on

She worked at the Castle but told me what was going on was top secret and so couldn't talk about her job.

And then she went missing - or should I say didn't turn up for our third date.

So I decided to see if I could see her in the Castle

I lay on a tartan blanket, wearing a thick black tartan kilt, boots (because it was cold) and a thick red jumper.

I scoured the courtyard of the Castle and could have sworn I saw Kate, but she was handcuffed - with her hands behind her back - as she was led from one building to another.

I was so engrossed in what was going on that I didn't notice the patrol until I felt the end of a rifle on the temple of my head and a voice saying: "And who do you think you are spying on?"

With that a pretty woman dropped on my back, pulled my arms behind my back and handcuffed me.

I was hauled to my feet,gagged and hooded.

They led me down to their jeep, where I was forced inside.

The woman sergeant on duty let us in and I was frogmarched to the cells.

There I saw Kate hogtied, gagged and saw her being hooded on the floor of one of the cells.

I was put in the next door cell and the cuffs were removed.

But my freedom was shortlived as the company sergeant major - a tough veteran of 40 years of age wearing a midi long black skirt, boots and a red sweater twisted my arms behind me forcing me to cry out in pain

She then pushed me to the floor where she proceeded to tie my hands behind me in a reverse prayer mode.

It was painful.

She then stood over me as I lay on the floor and reached over to get a hood and then hooded me. A young guard (they were only female) - was assigned to hogtie me which she did very efficiently.

I was left there hooded, gagged and bound until the morning.

The following morning Kate and I were de-hooded and led out into the courtyard - where I saw there were two poles.

We were quickly tied to these, very efficiently.

We were attached to the poles by a single rope around our necks that went around the pole, a single rope around our waists and the pole and a single rope around our booted ankles and the pole.

It was surprsing to me how these three ropes simply immobilised us totally

The company sergeant major came and read our sentences.

"Cpl Buxholme - for fraternising with the enemy, you will be taken out every day for a week and tied up out here from 7.30 to 6pm come rain wind or warm weather."

"Young man for spying on us, you will be sentenced to a year as our prisoner and will join Cpl Buxholme being tied to the pole for the first week of her punishment after which you will be her "guest"

A week later Kate was released but I was taken by Kate to the guardroom.

Here she made me change into a black skirt and red top and then proceeded to tie my wrists together behind my back and then applied a strappado.

As I stood there she came behind me and started to run her hands all over me, then turned me round, pushed me against the wall and started tongue kissing me.

That sent me high but as soon as she had relieved her sexual emotions on me, she gagged me before I could cum.

I was then frogmarched to her bedroom where I was pushed on her kingsize bed - (face down) and my ankles locked into a spreadeagle.

It is amazing but you just cannot turn on a bed when you feet are spreadeagled. And this was the effective way I was kept a prisoner for a year in the Castle.

Of course they had their fun and games with me

Do you want to hear more.............
Thursday, June 14th 2012 - 03:14:58 AM
Name: Rosinda
E-mail address: Rosida@hotmail.com
Comments:Skirted and booted at a school (not my own) pt 2

I left the story where Susan had won the game and taht Gemma was tied up next to me.

"What shall we do with them" Susan asked her cohorts and a bit of whispering went on that I could not hear

Susan untied my feet and threw a rope noose around my neck and did the same for Gemma and led us (- hands still tightly tied up behind our backs) down to her sister's study, where the girls in there were all spaced out on dope but not that spaced out that they did not sit up wide eyed in surprise as she led us in.

I was then laid on a bed with my feet tied spereadeagled to the corners of the bed. Gemma was hogtied on the floor.

One of the girls decided to climb on my back - and and started riding me so that her private parts were massaged on my tied hands.

She then took a rope and forced it into my mouth holding both ends and using it like a horse's bit as she rode on me.

The more excited she got, the harder she pulled until I grunted with agony and pain.

After she had sexually climaxed on me, she said: "We've got a real wuz here" as she grabbed my hair and yanked my head back.

As it was still early afternoon, they led Gemma and me down to the horses and harnassed us into a buggy each.

Pulling a buggy, with four girls in, is hard even when you can hold on to the buggy frame but imagine how hard that is with your hands twisted and tied behind your back in a reverse prayer hold. And all you have is an harness to which you are attached to pull with.

Mind you, I was glad of the boots because Gemma and I were raced against each other (pulling the buggies) in rough filed terrain.

At the end of the buggy race, which Gemma won having been whipped the more severely during the race, we were both steaming.

We were taken for a shower - stipped and hosed down.

Gemma was released (after all she was one of them) and given a fresh set of clothes.

I was given a fresh set of clothes too (of course skirted and booted) but then my hands were retied behind my back.

They took a rope and made a loop in the middle of it. They palced the loop on the middle of my neck and twisted the rope down my arms until the wrists. They then tied the wrists together tightly behind my back and then connected the rope from the end of the wrsists to the loop that was on my neck. They yanked my wrists upward using the loop to force my hands up my back. Ouch that hurt

I was then hooded which was real hell as I was still sweating profusely. It felt as if I was in a damp tropical rain forest

After a couple of hours and having cooled down, I was then taken into one of the other stables and my hands were tied in front of me. They were then attached to a ring far above my head

I was then hoisted off the ground and given a trashing for losing. (The girls had laid bets on who would win and those who bet on me were furious at losing)

And could they whip hard.

Hardly able to take much more, I was released from my bonds and I fell to the ground.

One of the girls started to carress and play with me - which was such a turn on.

Suddenly rather sadistically she twisted my right arm behind my back and then went "downstairs" and I then "just went". One of the other girls twisted the other arm behind my back and held both there.

The evening ended with the girls returning me tied and gagged to the Headmistress who said:

"Ok it's quits now. If you try to sneak in again you know what to expect. You'll get the same again"

With that she returned my male clothes and released me (with a smile which told me she would love to indulge her girls again with me), but the smile the girls gave me told me that it would be worth going through that again.

Rosinda
Tuesday, June 12th 2012 - 03:13:27 AM
Name: Rosinda
E-mail address: Rosinda@hotmail.com
Comments:Booted and Skirted at school (not mine!)

It was my last year at an all male bording school and I got to know a beautiful girl Gemma at the local all girls school.

Gemma and I used to meet with her girlfriends Daphne, Debbie and Rachel from school outside their school.

One evening, it was decided to try and sneak me in - and so I was dressed up in the school uniform of black skirt, red blouse and black boots.

I was after all a very fine looking boy - and they were right I could pass off as a girl

They applied makeup to me to make things look real as well as lipstick and eye shaddow

One privilege Gemma, being head of school was allowed - as she had already passed her test was to have her own car.

So she drove in with Debbie in the passenger's seat and me (suitably skirted and booted) sat between Daphne and Rachel.

The porter let us all in - and saluted Gemma - he didn't notice that I wasn't one of the school's girls because in the dark I looked like one of them.

Indeed the girls had done such a good job that even in the light it was hard to have made out that I wasn't a girl - as I had no growth on my chin (no beard or moustache) and had long brunette hair anyway.

The girls parked the car and peeled out - but unfortunately ran into the French teacher - a beautiful lady called Miss Yvonne.

She noticed that she didn't know "one of the girls" and so called us over.

"'ou ist she?" she asked in her strong French accent pointing at me. "Rosinda" Rachel replied and then went red and admitted that I was Gemma's boyfriend who they were smuggling in - for some fun.

Miss Yvonne smiled and told Rachel and Daphne to take Rosinda to her study and I was to be made to wait there.

I started to leave but Rachel simply twisted my arm behind my back to stop me. "You are not going to drop us in it" she said and with Daphne frogmarched me up to Mis Yvonne's study.

They then proceeded to tie my hands behind my back and gagged me, tying me to Miss Yvonne's chair

I struggled but it was no use; the girls had tied my torso to the back of the chair and my ankles to the legs of the chair.

Miss Yvonne and Miss Cynthia the Head came up about half an hour later and smiled as they saw me tied up in the chair.

"So you want to be a girl tonight" Miss Cynthia said. "I think that can be arranged."

They untied me from the chair (though my wrists were still tied behind my back - those girls knew how to tie knots) freed my nakles and led me down the corridor to Miss Cynthia's room.

There I was forced to lie down on a carpet on the floor and was hogtied and gagged.

" Wait there dear until after roll all and I will come back and deal with you" Miss Cynthia said.

When she came back, she said " The choice is yours. You can either be sent back to your school like this and explain to the Headman what is going on - or accept my punishment for you"

She removed my gag and said "Well which is it?"

"What is your punishment" I asked

" I am not going to say, you'll just have to trust me" Miss Cynthia replied. "But it will be fitting"

Not wanting to explain why I was like this, I opted for Miss Cynthia's punishment.

And so I was taken to the upper school girl's dorm (the girls in it were Gemma, Daphne, Rachel and Debbie all of whom I knew and Susan who I hadn't met)- still tied up - and left with them.

It didn't take them long to tie me down on a bed and then they played poker for who would get me - and who would be tied up next to me.

Gemma lost and was tied up tightly next to me. It was areal turn on to see your girlfriend tied up in her skirt, boots and blouse - and how they tied her up accentuated her breasts.

And the winner was Susan.

And so she and Daphne and Debbs had their way with Gemma and me that evening.

Any one interested to know what happened to us?
Name: Rosinda
Sunday, June 10th 2012 - 10:08:04 AM
Name: Polly
E-mail address: Polly@hotmail.com
Comments:Rowena

I came across your wife - you said she was sold at the slave auction in Mogadishu.

I was working for an Arab Sheik for many years in Mogadishu - and I recall him buying her - I remember it because it was such a strange buy.

She was wearing - unlike any other slave we ever bought - a black skirt, red top (and red pullover - in that heat)and shiny black boots. All pretty designer stuff - so we knew she was something special. Must have been around 19995

And she was given special treatment! What she did to deserve it I don't know

She could be bought for "special services" by special friends of the Sheik's.

Most of the time these "special services" would entail no more than being tightly tied up on the bed on her stomach with her legs spreadeagled, so they could "play" with her until they were sexually satisfied. Usually she was respected but not always.

What made her so atrractive to these men? I think it was to find a girly girl, skirted and booted in the desert and so I think she was rented out quite expensively.

Yet she was given to some of the worst perverts as well.

i) For example one day she was brought hooded into the room with Abdullah - she was generally only given to men.

Abdullah then caught hold of one of her hands as she stretched her hands out to feel where she was. He then whisked her arm behind her back and forcing her to her knees as she squealed in pain. He placed his knee in the middle of her back as she was forced down on her stomach, wrenching the arm almost out of the socket as she howled in agony.

Then he would demand the other arm be presented immdeiately - always giving a little "encouragement" by twisting the captured arm until she put the other behind her back quickly to ease the pain.

She was then tied up - reverse prayer position I recall - and was fitted with a horse bit and harness (suited modified to fit a human head) with the the bit fitted into her mouth.

Abdullah placed her on a table and sat on her riding her. The pain in having the bit yanked in her mouth was such as to draw blood.

ii) On another occassion she was taken to the buggy and harnnesed to it her hands tied behind her - which made pulling the buggy far more strenuous as she has nothing to hold on - not even the hraness she was pulling.

She and one of the beautiful skirted and booted guards (obviously as a punishment) were harnessed together in a buggy and were taken for a ride - pulling a buggy with four twenty stone men in over rough terrain.

The two woman were regularly whipped if they did not pull hard enough. This was exhausting in the heat and she and the tortured guard came back drenched after 3 hours. Both were stripped off and hosed down.

The guard was then released but Jenny, (your wife Rowena), was then dressed in a fresh set of ironed clothes (skirt, jumper -oh the heat must have been unbearable-and boots). She was then hooded which made her plight even worse as she gasped for breath with her hands tied behind her - to stop her removing the hood.

iii) On an other occasion, she was taken to the dungeon where she was suspended by her arms behind her back - for ten minutes - standing just on tiptoe. She told me that was agony as your muscles start to seize up.

iv) Again on an other occassion, she was strung up by her ankles and left hanging - hands tied behind her back with the skirt over her face and whipped for ten minutes - and I mean whipped. The man seemed to be turned on by her howls of agaony

v) There was one case only when she was given to a woman (or shall I say the woman was entertained while Jenny was present).

Jenny's torso was tightly tied to a thick post in the middle of the room, the rope being tied to accentuate her breasts (after the blouse and jumper had been removed) but the skirt and boots would be free of rope so she would be "part of the furniture" while the clients took "afternoon tea".

I remember Abdullah coming in and going up to her. Her face froze in absolute fear as he bent down and started licking her breasts and then started to bite them hard. She screamed as the blood flowed and a strong security guard had to be called to avoid Abdullah biting her breast off and killing her.

I have never heard a woman scream so loudly and so fearfully and for so long as I did that afternoon. But then the breasts are the most senstive area of our body.

vi) I don't know what it was with Abdullah - but as he was his father's favorite son, he persuaded the Sheik to give Jenny to him for his 25th birthday.

She fell on her knees before him and wept that she would be obediant. She kissed his feet and siad he could do naything he liked with her but please don't hurt her.

Abdullah smiled and said; I know you will do anything I tell you becasue it won't be in your power to refuse.

Her face was full of fear as she wimpered for mercy. I have nevr seen anyone so scared

What happened to her after that I don't know.

What caused Abdullah to be so sadistic to her, I don't know? After all he was always so gentle with me.

But perhaps it was because I am black and he was brought up by white Governesses who were strict with him. Jenny was pay back

If you do find her alive, give her Polly's love and tell her I so wanted to help her but I was fearful of reprisals -especially from Abdullah

With love
Polly
Saturday, June 9th 2012 - 03:16:29 PM
Name: Rowena
E-mail address: Rowena@hotmail.com
Comments:HOW TO LOSE A BEAUTIFUL WIFE WITHOUT EVEN TRYING

It was the first day of our honeymoon and we were travelling on the SS Marie Celeste.

My gorgeous wife looked stunning in her black slinky skirt blouse and red jumper and black shiny boots. She dressed just as I liked her

The wind drifted through her hair as she sauntered along the deck and it could have been heaven.

The Marie Celeste was also carrying seven white Miss World contestants and besides Jenny and me there were no other white people on board. the crew consiusted of our black Captain and three other crew members

Suddenly there was a crash into the side of the ship and a number of pirates sprang aboard.

I was surprised to see they were all pretty women - I guess they too believed in equal opportunities for women - dressed in skirts and boots and carrying submachine guns.

They quickly rustled up the women on board planning to take them to sell on as white slaves at Mogadishu, as time was short.

The Captain of the SS Marie Celeste and the crew jumped overboard and were allowed to swim to land.

The Pirates rounded up the white Miss World Contestants and my pretty wife Jenny.

Each one of them had their hands tied behind their back very quickly and were each gagged with a ball gag including my Jenny.

I tried to intervene but a gun was put to my head.

" Stay out of this" the pretty pirate said "Or we will simply shoot you"

"But you don't need my wife" I cried.

But as luck would have it - Jenny was the Pirate Captain's own special choice.

And the Pirate Captain was a buxom woman, very pretty herself, with a lesbian taste for pretty women and an even bigger taste for money!!

She stood arms akimbo in her black leather boots with her skirt fluttering in the breeze .

" If you know what's good for you, you'll jump overboard and swim to land like the other men have done" the Pirate Captain said

At that moment one of the Pirate crew came up from the cabins - having gone through the clothes in all the cabins - holding a black skirt, white blouse red jumper and black shiny boots size 8 (my size surprisingly - but then I found out lter that that pirate had previouslyt works for a boo stor and had the ability to gauge size simply by seeing the subject)

""Capt'n, how about making him look like a girl too" she said: "He looks pretty enough to pass for a girl at the market and CDs sell well in Mogadishu."

The Captain smiled, paused and looked me in the eye. "Yes what agood idea. If you are so keen to be with your wife, so be it"

And with that I was forced to change into the skirt, blouse jumper and boots (with a gun to my head) before being quickly bound and gagged myself.

I was taken off the ship with Jenny and the seven other white contestants and we were all "stored", hogtied in the hold of the ship - except for Jenny

Jenny was reserved for the Captain's cabin

She was taken into her cabin and roughly tied to the post in the centre of the room, helpless to await the Captain's return.

It was later that evening that the Captain returned to her cabin - sufficiently eniebriated after this quick success - and she started to play with Jenny. It was a painful eveing for Jenny I was told by the crew hoping to add to my discomfort.

During the night we were all hooded and we travelled like this for the next few days - having the hoods removed only to feed and water us - and take us to the bathroom.

In Mogadishu, we were all taken to the market.

Jenny was one of the first to be sold to a local Arab chief
and I never saw Jenny again.

I was sold as a Cross Dresser (I was tightly gagged so I could not say anything to protest) for a very high price to a white woman with distinctly kinky and fetish tastes.

At the end of the sale, we slaves were all hooded and transported to our new "homes".

Two of the Miss World Contestants came to the same ranch as me.

All three of us were taken to a barn, where we were quartered in horses stables on straw.

The two girls were forced to change out of their beautiful dresses and each wear a black skirt - midi length, black boots and a blouse and red jumper - just as I had been forced to wear.

We were then shackled to the rings in the walls of the stables - usually used to tie the horses too and our hands were re-bound - forcing us each into a reverse prayer position - which makes it extremely difficult to go on resisting.

The mistress of the house came down to the stables with her black maid - a fierce Amazon of a woman and she gave me to the Maid.

I was untied from the ring and led up to the Maid's bedroom where I was forced on to the bed (bum sunny side up) and my ankles were spreadeagled apart on top of the bed.

I was helpless when she came to bed...............


The black Maid (I called her the Amazon) would regularly wrestle with me. She always brought one or two guards - just in case I got the upper hand but I never did.

She would stand me up, ungag me and untie me.

We would then circle the stable until she could catch hold one of my hands.

She would delight in whisking my arm behind my back and forcing me to my knees and then she would place her knee in the middle of my back as she forced me down on my stomach, wrenching the arm almost out of the socket as I howled like a girl.

Then she would demand the other arm be presented - always giving a little "encouragement" by twisting the captured arm until I put the other behind my back quickly to ease the pain.

Once tied, she would put a horse bit and harness (suited modified to fit a human head) on with the bit in my mouth and proceed to ride me, her skirt caressing my bound arms as she rode up and down.

I would then be yanked to my feet and taken to the buggy where I would be harnessed to it.

She and one of the beautiful skirted and booted guards (you will see why I always describe what the women wear later) would go for a ride - with me pulling the buggy.

This was exhausting in the heat and I would come back drenched after 3 hours.

I would be stripped off and hosed down and then dressed in a fresh set of ironed clothes (skirt, boots and blouse).

Some days when the weather wasn't so good, we dispensed with the buggy ride but life wasn't any easier.

I would be taken to the dungeon where I was suspended by my arms behind me back - one can only survive that for max 2 mines - standing just on tiptoe. She would then stand and caress my hair - that was now quite long and had been cut to make me look like a girl - while I suffered and then I would be released.

Occasionally I would be strung up by my ankles and left hanging - hands tied behind me with the skirt over my face for ten minutes, while she again caressed my hair. She seemed to have a long hair fetish.

And, of course, if she got out of bed on the wrong side, I could be whipped but that wasn't often and not too hard.

This routine went in for months until one morning my owner's sister Fiona came down to the stables.

Wow, was she pretty in her brown leather skirt and matching boots and white blouse - and she carried a black whip with her all the time. She had wonderful blonde hair and had sparkling eyes and a seductively beautiful smile

She approached me and said she had persuaded her sister to make a present of me to her for her twenty fifth birthday. The deal was that I come back to the US with her (my passport had been part of the deal at the auction) as her personal assistant for her club the "Vixens Club".

I would have to sign a contract of my own free will and the only "strange" clause was that my uniform which I had to wear at all times as a skirt, blouse and boots.

Given my present predicament, I agreed and the papers were freely signed and notarised (I went into the notary's office in my own male clothes - but my mistress' guards armed with guns accompanied us (- for protection!!)).

I then travelled back with Fiona to the States and went to her ranch in Arizona, where the Club was.

There I found all the staff suitably skirted and booted in a uniform - black skirt, black shiny boots and a red blouse. Any members who came to use the facilities - also had to be skirted and booted but the blouse could be any colour than red.

The Vixen Club celebrated skirts and boots - and was protected from outsiders by huge walls and guards (suitable skirted and booted) with guns with live ammo. Most of them were ex Special Forces. You didn't want to mess with them.

I was Fiona's PA, and to make sure I showed no stubble on my face each morning a beauty specialist came in - again she had to be skirted and booted to treat my moustache and beard electrolytically so I would appear as a woman.

As I had not heavy growth of beard, I never had a 5 o'clock shadow.

I was always at Fiona's side around the Club, though I could be bought for special services by special friends of hers.

Most of the time this would entail being tightly tied up on the bed, so they could play with me until they cummed off.

Sometimes I would be tied to a post as part of the furniture while the clients took "afternoon tea".

As they have my contract - I have to go along - and if one is honest what else can I do.

My old life is gone and Jenny too.

I heard later that the Marie Celeste was found abandoned in the Indian Ocean three days after our abduction and it was assumed that the ship had turned turtle in a violent storm and everyone was drowned and had then righted itself later. The only living being found on the ship was the ship's cat -who couldn't have told the real tale.

We had all been declared dead and massive insurance claims paid out.

And anyway, how could I escape?

I have been renamed Rowena and I only answer to that now.

All I am ever allowed to wear is a skirt blouse and boots - and at night my wrists are always tied behind my back as I sleep in the spare bed in Fiona's room. If I try to talk to her and she doesn't want to talk I am simply gagged.

And believe it or not I am beginning to enjoy it.

Fiona has come into the room so I have to sign off now

Love Rowena

Saturday, June 9th 2012 - 03:11:21 PM
Name: Rowena
Comments:HOW TO LOSE A BEAUTIFUL WIFE WITHOUT EVEN TRYING

It was the first day of our honeymoon and we were travelling on the SS Marie Celeste.

My gorgeous wife looked stunning in her black slinky skirt blouse and red jumper and black shiny boots. She dressed just as I liked her

The wind drifted through her hair as she sauntered along the deck and it could have been heaven.

The Marie Celeste was also carrying seven white Miss World contestants and besides Jenny and me there were no other white people on board. the crew consiusted of our black Captain and three other crew members

Suddenly there was a crash into the side of the ship and a number of pirates sprang aboard.

I was surprised to see they were all pretty women - I guess they too believed in equal opportunities for women - dressed in skirts and boots and carrying submachine guns.

They quickly rustled up the women on board planning to take them to sell on as white slaves at Mogadishu, as time was short.

The Captain of the SS Marie Celeste and the crew jumped overboard and were allowed to swim to land.

The Pirates rounded up the white Miss World Contestants and my pretty wife Jenny.

Each one of them had their hands tied behind their back very quickly and were each gagged with a ball gag including my Jenny.

I tried to intervene but a gun was put to my head.

" Stay out of this" the pretty pirate said "Or we will simply shoot you"

"But you don't need my wife" I cried.

But as luck would have it - Jenny was the Pirate Captain's own special choice.

And the Pirate Captain was a buxom woman, very pretty herself, with a lesbian taste for pretty women and an even bigger taste for money!!

She stood arms akimbo in her black leather boots with her skirt fluttering in the breeze .

" If you know what's good for you, you'll jump overboard and swim to land like the other men have done" the Pirate Captain said

At that moment one of the Pirate crew came up from the cabins - having gone through the clothes in all the cabins - holding a black skirt, white blouse red jumper and black shiny boots size 8 (my size surprisingly - but then I found out lter that that pirate had previouslyt works for a boo stor and had the ability to gauge size simply by seeing the subject)

""Capt'n, how about making him look like a girl too" she said: "He looks pretty enough to pass for a girl at the market and CDs sell well in Mogadishu."

The Captain smiled, paused and looked me in the eye. "Yes what agood idea. If you are so keen to be with your wife, so be it"

And with that I was forced to change into the skirt, blouse jumper and boots (with a gun to my head) before being quickly bound and gagged myself.

I was taken off the ship with Jenny and the seven other white contestants and we were all "stored", hogtied in the hold of the ship - except for Jenny

Jenny was reserved for the Captain's cabin

She was taken into her cabin and roughly tied to the post in the centre of the room, helpless to await the Captain's return.

It was later that evening that the Captain returned to her cabin - sufficiently eniebriated after this quick success - and she started to play with Jenny. It was a painful eveing for Jenny I was told by the crew hoping to add to my discomfort.

During the night we were all hooded and we travelled like this for the next few days - having the hoods removed only to feed and water us - and take us to the bathroom.

In Mogadishu, we were all taken to the market.

Jenny was one of the first to be sold to a local Arab chief
and I never saw Jenny again.

I was sold as a Cross Dresser (I was tightly gagged so I could not say anything to protest) for a very high price to a white woman with distinctly kinky and fetish tastes.

At the end of the sale, we slaves were all hooded and transported to our new "homes".

Two of the Miss World Contestants came to the same ranch as me.

All three of us were taken to a barn, where we were quartered in horses stables on straw.

The two girls were forced to change out of their beautiful dresses and each wear a black skirt - midi length, black boots and a blouse and red jumper - just as I had been forced to wear.

We were then shackled to the rings in the walls of the stables - usually used to tie the horses too and our hands were re-bound - forcing us each into a reverse prayer position - which makes it extremely difficult to go on resisting.

The mistress of the house came down to the stables with her black maid - a fierce Amazon of a woman and she gave me to the Maid.

I was untied from the ring and led up to the Maid's bedroom where I was forced on to the bed (bum sunny side up) and my ankles were spreadeagled apart on top of the bed.

I was helpless when she came to bed...............


The black Maid (I called her the Amazon) would regularly wrestle with me. She always brought one or two guards - just in case I got the upper hand but I never did.

She would stand me up, ungag me and untie me.

We would then circle the stable until she could catch hold one of my hands.

She would delight in whisking my arm behind my back and forcing me to my knees and then she would place her knee in the middle of my back as she forced me down on my stomach, wrenching the arm almost out of the socket as I howled like a girl.

Then she would demand the other arm be presented - always giving a little "encouragement" by twisting the captured arm until I put the other behind my back quickly to ease the pain.

Once tied, she would put a horse bit and harness (suited modified to fit a human head) on with the bit in my mouth and proceed to ride me, her skirt caressing my bound arms as she rode up and down.

I would then be yanked to my feet and taken to the buggy where I would be harnessed to it.

She and one of the beautiful skirted and booted guards (you will see why I always describe what the women wear later) would go for a ride - with me pulling the buggy.

This was exhausting in the heat and I would come back drenched after 3 hours.

I would be stripped off and hosed down and then dressed in a fresh set of ironed clothes (skirt, boots and blouse).

Some days when the weather wasn't so good, we dispensed with the buggy ride but life wasn't any easier.

I would be taken to the dungeon where I was suspended by my arms behind me back - one can only survive that for max 2 mines - standing just on tiptoe. She would then stand and caress my hair - that was now quite long and had been cut to make me look like a girl - while I suffered and then I would be released.

Occasionally I would be strung up by my ankles and left hanging - hands tied behind me with the skirt over my face for ten minutes, while she again caressed my hair. She seemed to have a long hair fetish.

And, of course, if she got out of bed on the wrong side, I could be whipped but that wasn't often and not too hard.

This routine went in for months until one morning my owner's sister Fiona came down to the stables.

Wow, was she pretty in her brown leather skirt and matching boots and white blouse - and she carried a black whip with her all the time. She had wonderful blonde hair and had sparkling eyes and a seductively beautiful smile

She approached me and said she had persuaded her sister to make a present of me to her for her twenty fifth birthday. The deal was that I come back to the US with her (my passport had been part of the deal at the auction) as her personal assistant for her club the "Vixens Club".

I would have to sign a contract of my own free will and the only "strange" clause was that my uniform which I had to wear at all times as a skirt, blouse and boots.

Given my present predicament, I agreed and the papers were freely signed and notarised (I went into the notary's office in my own male clothes - but my mistress' guards armed with guns accompanied us (- for protection!!)).

I then travelled back with Fiona to the States and went to her ranch in Arizona, where the Club was.

There I found all the staff suitably skirted and booted in a uniform - black skirt, black shiny boots and a red blouse. Any members who came to use the facilities - also had to be skirted and booted but the blouse could be any colour than red.

The Vixen Club celebrated skirts and boots - and was protected from outsiders by huge walls and guards (suitable skirted and booted) with guns with live ammo. Most of them were ex Special Forces. You didn't want to mess with them.

I was Fiona's PA, and to make sure I showed no stubble on my face each morning a beauty specialist came in - again she had to be skirted and booted to treat my moustache and beard electrolytically so I would appear as a woman.

As I had not heavy growth of beard, I never had a 5 o'clock shadow.

I was always at Fiona's side around the Club, though I could be bought for special services by special friends of hers.

Most of the time this would entail being tightly tied up on the bed, so they could play with me until they cummed off.

Sometimes I would be tied to a post as part of the furniture while the clients took "afternoon tea".

As they have my contract - I have to go along - and if one is honest what else can I do.

My old life is gone and Jenny too.

I heard later that the Marie Celeste was found abandoned in the Indian Ocean three days after our abduction and it was assumed that the ship had turned turtle in a violent storm and everyone was drowned and had then righted itself later. The only living being found on the ship was the ship's cat -who couldn't have told the real tale.

We had all been declared dead and massive insurance claims paid out.

And anyway, how could I escape?

I have been renamed Rowena and I only answer to that now.

All I am ever allowed to wear is a skirt blouse and boots - and at night my wrists are always tied behind my back as I sleep in the spare bed in Fiona's room. If I try to talk to her and she doesn't want to talk I am simply gagged.

And believe it or not I am beggining to enjoy it.

Fiona has come into the room so I have to sign off now

Love Rowena

Saturday, June 9th 2012 - 03:09:25 PM
Name: Rowena
E-mail address: Rowena@hotmail.com
Comments:HOW TO LOSE A BEAUTIFUL WIFE WITHOUT EVEN TRYING

It was the first day of our honeymoon and we were travelling on the SS Marie Celeste.

My gorgeous wife looked stunning in her black slinky skirt blouse and red jumper and black shiny boots. She dressed just as I liked her

The wind drifted through her hair as she sauntered along the deck and it could have been heaven.

The Marie Celeste was also carrying seven white Miss World contestants and besides Jenny and me there were no other white people on board. the crew consiusted of our black Captain and three other crew members

Suddenly there was a crash into the side of the ship and a number of pirates sprang aboard.

I was surprised to see they were all pretty women - I guess they too believed in equal opportunities for women - dressed in skirts and boots and carrying submachine guns.

They quickly rustled up the women on board planning to take them to sell on as white slaves at Mogadishu, as time was short.

The Captain of the SS Marie Celeste and the crew jumped overboard and were allowed to swim to land.

The Pirates rounded up the white Miss World Contestants and my pretty wife Jenny.

Each one of them had their hands tied behind their back very quickly and were each gagged with a ball gag including my Jenny.

I tried to intervene but a gun was put to my head.

" Stay out of this" the pretty pirate said "Or we will simply shoot you"

"But you don't need my wife" I cried.

But as luck would have it - Jenny was the Pirate Captain's own special choice.

And the Pirate Captain was a buxom woman, very pretty herself, with a lesbian taste for pretty women and an even bigger taste for money!!

She stood arms akimbo in her black leather boots with her skirt fluttering in the breeze .

" If you know what's good for you, you'll jump overboard and swim to land like the other men have done" the Pirate Captain said

At that moment one of the Pirate crew came up from the cabins - having gone through the clothes in all the cabins - holding a black skirt, white blouse red jumper and black shiny boots size 8 (my size surprisingly - but then I found out lter that that pirate had previouslyt works for a boo stor and had the ability to gauge size simply by seeing the subject)

""Capt'n, how about making him look like a girl too" she said: "He looks pretty enough to pass for a girl at the market and CDs sell well in Mogadishu."

The Captain smiled, paused and looked me in the eye. "Yes what agood idea. If you are so keen to be with your wife, so be it"

And with that I was forced to change into the skirt, blouse jumper and boots (with a gun to my head) before being quickly bound and gagged myself.

I was taken off the ship with Jenny and the seven other white contestants and we were all "stored", hogtied in the hold of the ship - except for Jenny

Jenny was reserved for the Captain's cabin

She was taken into her cabin and roughly tied to the post in the centre of the room, helpless to await the Captain's return.

It was later that evening that the Captain returned to her cabin - sufficiently eniebriated after this quick success - and she started to play with Jenny. It was a painful eveing for Jenny I was told by the crew hoping to add to my discomfort.

During the night we were all hooded and we travelled like this for the next few days - having the hoods removed only to feed and water us - and take us to the bathroom.

In Mogadishu, we were all taken to the market.

Jenny was one of the first to be sold to a local Arab chief
and I never saw Jenny again.

I was sold as a Cross Dresser (I was tightly gagged so I could not say anything to protest) for a very high price to a white woman with distinctly kinky and fetish tastes.

At the end of the sale, we slaves were all hooded and transported to our new "homes".

Two of the Miss World Contestants came to the same ranch as me.

All three of us were taken to a barn, where we were quartered in horses stables on straw.

The two girls were forced to change out of their beautiful dresses and each wear a black skirt - midi length, black boots and a blouse and red jumper - just as I had been forced to wear.

We were then shackled to the rings in the walls of the stables - usually used to tie the horses too and our hands were re-bound - forcing us each into a reverse prayer position - which makes it extremely difficult to go on resisting.

The mistress of the house came down to the stables with her black maid - a fierce Amazon of a woman and she gave me to the Maid.

I was untied from the ring and led up to the Maid's bedroom where I was forced on to the bed (bum sunny side up) and my ankles were spreadeagled apart on top of the bed.

I was helpless when she came to bed...............


The black Maid (I called her the Amazon) would regularly wrestle with me. She always brought one or two guards - just in case I got the upper hand but I never did.

She would stand me up, ungag me and untie me.

We would then circle the stable until she could catch hold one of my hands.

She would delight in whisking my arm behind my back and forcing me to my knees and then she would place her knee in the middle of my back as she forced me down on my stomach, wrenching the arm almost out of the socket as I howled like a girl.

Then she would demand the other arm be presented - always giving a little "encouragement" by twisting the captured arm until I put the other behind my back quickly to ease the pain.

Once tied, she would put a horse bit and harness (suited modified to fit a human head) on with the bit in my mouth and proceed to ride me, her skirt caressing my bound arms as she rode up and down.

I would then be yanked to my feet and taken to the buggy where I would be harnessed to it.

She and one of the beautiful skirted and booted guards (you will see why I always describe what the women wear later) would go for a ride - with me pulling the buggy.

This was exhausting in the heat and I would come back drenched after 3 hours.

I would be stripped off and hosed down and then dressed in a fresh set of ironed clothes (skirt, boots and blouse).

Some days when the weather wasn't so good, we dispensed with the buggy ride but life wasn't any easier.

I would be taken to the dungeon where I was suspended by my arms behind me back - one can only survive that for max 2 mines - standing just on tiptoe. She would then stand and caress my hair - that was now quite long and had been cut to make me look like a girl - while I suffered and then I would be released.

Occasionally I would be strung up by my ankles and left hanging - hands tied behind me with the skirt over my face for ten minutes, while she again caressed my hair. She seemed to have a long hair fetish.

And, of course, if she got out of bed on the wrong side, I could be whipped but that wasn't often and not too hard.

This routine went in for months until one morning my owner's sister Fiona came down to the stables.

Wow, was she pretty in her brown leather skirt and matching boots and white blouse - and she carried a black whip with her all the time. She had wonderful blonde hair and had sparkling eyes and a seductively beautiful smile

She approached me and said she had persuaded her sister to make a present of me to her for her twenty fifth birthday. The deal was that I come back to the US with her (my passport had been part of the deal at the auction) as her personal assistant for her club the "Vixens Club".

I would have to sign a contract of my own free will and the only "strange" clause was that my uniform which I had to wear at all times as a skirt, blouse and boots.

Given my present predicament, I agreed and the papers were freely signed and notarised (I went into the notary's office in my own male clothes - but my mistress' guards armed with guns accompanied us (- for protection!!)).

I then travelled back with Fiona to the States and went to her ranch in Arizona, where the Club was.

There I found all the staff suitably skirted and booted in a uniform - black skirt, black shiny boots and a red blouse. Any members who came to use the facilities - also had to be skirted and booted but the blouse could be any colour than red.

The Vixen Club celebrated skirts and boots - and was protected from outsiders by huge walls and guards (suitable skirted and booted) with guns with live ammo. Most of them were ex Special Forces. You didn't want to mess with them.

I was Fiona's PA, and to make sure I showed no stubble on my face each morning a beauty specialist came in - again she had to be skirted and booted to treat my moustache and beard electrolytically so I would appear as a woman.

As I had not heavy growth of beard, I never had a 5 o'clock shadow.

I was always at Fiona's side around the Club, though I could be bought for special services by special friends of hers.

Most of the time this would entail being tightly tied up on the bed, so they could play with me until they cummed off.

Sometimes I would be tied to a post as part of the furniture while the clients took "afternoon tea".

As they have my contract - I have to go along - and if one is honest what else can I do.

My old life is gone and Jenny too.

I heard later that the Marie Celeste was found abandoned in the Indian Ocean three days after our abduction and it was assumed that the ship had turned turtle in a violent storm and everyone was drowned and had then righted itself later. The only living being found on the ship was the ship's cat -who couldn't have told the real tale.

We had all been declared dead and massive insurance claims paid out.

And anyway, how could I escape?

I have been renamed Rowena and I only answer to that now.

All I am ever allowed to wear is a skirt blouse and boots - and at night my wrists are always tied behind my back as I sleep in the spare bed in Fiona's room. If I try to talk to her and she doesn't want to talk I am simply gagged.

And believe it or not I am beggining to enjoy it.

Fiona has come into the room so I have to sign off now

Love Rowena

Saturday, June 9th 2012 - 03:06:34 PM
Name: mark
E-mail address: firetoss38@yahoo.com
Saturday, September 26th 2009 - 05:26:10 PM
Name: jane
E-mail address: jjoyce0@yahoo.com
Comments:i am 21 long brown hair green eyes about 6 ft and slender. i was dating this guy who after a while became an ass. i decided to end it and call it quits. so that night i was wearing a pair of tight blue jeans a blur t-shirt. i told him that i was moving out and that i wouldn't marry him. i went to my room and started packing. that instant i felt a leather strap streak across my back. due to the pain i crumpled to the floor. wherehe quickly duct tapped my hands behind my back and stuffed a sock in my mouth and tied another sock around my head to keep the gag in place. i then began to struggle against the bindings around my wrist but they were tight. after he gained control of my legs after another belt shot to my back he had my ankles taped together and my thighs tapped together. once again i began to struggle and tried to scream but all that came were mmmmppppphhh's that couldn't be heard by anyone. plus i was stupid enough to live in the country. we were the only ones out there. our nearest neighbors are like a mile down the road. so i'm really wasting my breath either way. he pulled me up to me feet and pushed me on the bed. he told me to shut up or i'll would get spanked until i passed out. i obeyed while he left. he returned ten minutes later and slung me over his shoulder. my hair was now in my eyes and obscuring my view. he had taken me to the garage and placed me on a cot he had made i then felt the coldness of chains being wrapped around my ankles. i began to struggle but stopped a lash across my legs. the chain was fastened around my ankles with a padlock. i was totally helpless. tears flowed down my eyes while he brushed my hair. after ten minutes he whispered that he would never lose me. i began to whimper in my gag. he left after awhile. i decided to drag myself to the stairs to see how far the chain would permit me to go. he had the chain padlocked to a steel ring which was cemented down to the floor. the chain was about 5ft long making it to where i only had an 11 ft diameter to be in down there if you include my height. i felt the dirt rub against me as i tied to jerk forward to break the chain but all that happened was that the chain would tug back cutting into my ankles. i gave up on that and tried to tear the tape bindings but they were to tight to do anythig with. i sobbed into my gag as i struggled to make my way back to my cot. he returned carrying a glass of water and a small bowl of cut up hot dogs. i sat still and allowed him to un gag e so i could drink and eat. but as soon as the gag was removed he clamped a clothe over my mouth and pressed down. i couldn't grab his hands because of my bindings and i couldnt jerk away because he pressed all his weight on me. i struggled anyways. after a few minutes i felt the drug begin to work as my eyes began to droop and sleepiness overcame me. i welcomed the sleepas everything went black.

to be continued
Sunday, July 12th 2009 - 12:42:58 AM
Name: Millie Orr
Comments:This is my first tie up expierence.

I will discrbe my self real quickly, I have straight brown hair that goes just under my shoulders, skinny, not short but not too tall, i have sexy body, big breast, nice butt, long smooth athletic legs, no pimple face. I was wearing tight black jeans, A tight T-shirt that my mom doesn't like me wearing, No bra.

I was sixteen and was walking my dog down our road when I seen a very big house. I seen a old shed in the back that was very beatin down and was curious to see what was in there. I Went home and put my dog up and ran back down there. I snuck through the woods and enterd the shed. there was lots of metal and ropes in there.
I was almost leaving when a man asked me what I was doing here. He told me to come to him. I didn't until he showed me a knife. I walked by him almost crying because I knew I was getting kidnapped. He held me tight with the knife in my back and told me if I didn't move with him and make any noise I would be stabbed. I walked with him scared and wasn't thinking He pushed me into the garage. He told me to stand there as he poured some liquid onto a cloth and then he clamped it over my mouth. I started struggling hard when I couldn't get air and I started passing out. I woke up at dark (I could see because of the garage door window.) I was in a chair with my hands tied to the wooden bars of it. My legs were tied together and my hips and thighs were tied to the bottom of the chair,But I wasn't gagged, but scared of where the man was I didn't scream out although I wanted to. I looked for the man but didn't see him. I looked around and got a good picture of where I was being held. I looked around and see my phone with the battery beside it, I knew that that was helpless.
I seen lots of tools and car parts and Duct tape on a toolbox. I tried after a minute of looking around to untie myself. I couldn't. after I knew that I couldn't free myself I started tearing up. The man walked in and slamed ballbat on the wall. "Shut up you worthless hore" He said. I tried to stop crying but took to long because he came back and tore many pieces of the duct tape off and placed a one of my socks in my mouth and followed them with duct tape. I looked at him and he cussed me out. I knew he had a tempure. He told me tha the had kidnapped me and was going to kill me soon. He was sat on my lap and fondle my breast until the nearly hurt and he slapped me. He untied me where I wasn't tied to the chair and picked me up. Inside he had lots of picture sof wemon in bikinis and naked. He sat me on the couch and begain untying my hands just so he could retie them above my head to a sieling fan. He sat next to me and watched baseball and picke dout wemon from the crowd who he wanted to tie up like me. I watched with him but was also watching him out of the corner of my eye. I seen hee was drunk because there was lots of beer bottles around him and I. He fell I started picking the ropes but the guys was good at it and I was scard because he would smore and act like he was waking up. I nearly fell asleep when somebody knocked at the door. He jumped up and told me if I made a sound he'd kill me. He went to the door and takled to a guy. tHe guy looked in the and seen me. He had a picture and it turns out he was looking for me and ran to get help. The old man on the hangover didn't notice. He went back to sleep and minutes later the police had guys looking in and they knocked down the door. He didn't have time to hardly wake up. The police arrested him and untied me. they took me to the station and asked me questions. the guy had no big record, police told me that considering he was drunk could of had a big part in why he kidnapped me.
Sunday, June 22nd 2008 - 02:29:27 AM
Name: Millie Orr
Comments:This is my first tie up expierence.

I will discrbe my self real quickly, I have straight brown hair that goes just under my shoulders, skinny, not short but not too tall, i have sexy body, big breast, nice butt, long smooth athletic legs, no pimple face. I was wearing tight black jeans, A tight T-shirt that my mom doesn't like me wearing, No bra.

I was sixteen and was walking my dog down our road when I seen a very big house. I seen a old shed in the back that was very beatin down and was curious to see what was in there. I Went home and put my dog up and ran back down there. I snuck through the woods and enterd the shed. there was lots of metal and ropes in there.
I was almost leaving when a man asked me what I was doing here. He told me to come to him. I didn't until he showed me a knife. I walked by him almost crying because I knew I was getting kidnapped. He held me tight with the knife in my back and told me if I didn't move with him and make any noise I would be stabbed. I walked with him scared and wasn't thinking He pushed me into the garage. He told me to stand there as he poured some liquid onto a cloth and then he clamped it over my mouth. I started struggling hard when I couldn't get air and I started passing out. I woke up at dark (I could see because of the garage door window.) I was in a chair with my hands tied to the wooden bars of it. My legs were tied together and my hips and thighs were tied to the bottom of the chair,But I wasn't gagged, but scared of where the man was I didn't scream out although I wanted to. I looked for the man but didn't see him. I looked around and got a good picture of where I was being held. I looked around and see my phone with the battery beside it, I knew that that was helpless.
I seen lots of tools and car parts and Duct tape on a toolbox. I tried after a minute of looking around to untie myself. I couldn't. after I knew that I couldn't free myself I started tearing up. The man walked in and slamed ballbat on the wall. "Shut up you worthless hore" He said. I tried to stop crying but took to long because he came back and tore many pieces of the duct tape off and placed a one of my socks in my mouth and followed them with duct tape. I looked at him and he cussed me out. I knew he had a tempure. He told me tha the had kidnapped me and was going to kill me soon. He was sat on my lap and fondle my breast until the nearly hurt and he slapped me. He untied me where I wasn't tied to the chair and picked me up. Inside he had lots of picture sof wemon in bikinis and naked. He sat me on the couch and begain untying my hands just so he could retie them above my head to a sieling fan. He sat next to me and watched baseball and picke dout wemon from the crowd who he wanted to tie up like me. I watched with him but was also watching him out of the corner of my eye. I seen hee was drunk because there was lots of beer bottles around him and I. He fell I started picking the ropes but the guys was good at it and I was scard because he would smore and act like he was waking up. I nearly fell asleep when somebody knocked at the door. He jumped up and told me if I made a sound he'd kill me. He went to the door and takled to a guy. tHe guy looked in the and seen me. He had a picture and it turns out he was looking for me and ran to get help. The old man on the hangover didn't notice. He went back to sleep and minutes later the police had guys looking in and they knocked down the door. He didn't have time to hardly wake up. The police arrested him and untied me. they took me to the station and asked me questions. the guy had no big record, police told me that considering he was drunk could of had a big part in why he kidnapped me.
Sunday, June 22nd 2008 - 02:26:12 AM
Name: Brittney
E-mail address: handtieherbrittney@yahoo.com
Homepage URL: http://none!
Comments:When I first got my car at sixteen I stayed on the run most of the time. I was going down the road and there was a guy hitchhiking. The better of me got a hold and I picked him up. He looked a few years older aND ACTED NICE. When we got going I asked where I needed to take him and he said to the campground. It was about a 15 minute drive and I got him there but there weren't many camps. I asked which one was his and he pulled a gun. He told me to drive to the farthest point and when we got there he made me get out of the car. When he got out he got Duct tape from one his side pockets and taped over my elbows and crossed my hands and taped them tightly behind my back. At that time I drove a civic with only had to doors so he helped me into the back seat and than placed a cloth in and taped my mouth shut. He took off driving and he stayed on his cell phone a lot.

I was crying so much and he told me that if I kept crying he would surely kill me so I eventually stopped the tears. We drove for about three hours. Than the car stopped. He slammed the door and left. He stayed gone forever until I fell asleep. The next morning I woke up to glass breaking and man in a white t-shirt climbed in and cut all my binds and helped me out. We later found out that he stole my cell phone, my purse, and my Cheerleading outfit.
That was the scariest thing that has ever happend to me and the guy was never found.
Please send me an E-mail cause I love bondage and hoped you liked my story, THANX.
Sunday, March 16th 2008 - 03:56:14 PM
Name: Jorge
E-mail address: Jort_21@yahoo.com
Comments:You left us all with the honey in our lips, please go on with your story Jennifer.
Monday, December 18th 2006 - 03:02:42 PM
Name: Pam
Comments:I was at the mall. When I finished shopping I got into my car. As soon as I was inside, a man's hand clamped over my mouth from behind. I let out a muffled scream under his hand but no one could hear me. He gagged me with a cloth gag between my lips and dragged me into the back seat. He tied my legs and arms together with rope. He took what seemed like two or three rolls of film of me bound and gagged. When he was done he untied my hands and warned me against calling for help until after he was gone. I did as he told me.
Sunday, September 3rd 2006 - 03:06:53 AM
Name: Lucille
E-mail address: ???
Comments:I'm a Brown hair,green eyed,5foot 6inch, I went to this party and 3 boys were staring at me i thought nothing of it even though i should of. i was leaving the party when one of them grabed me and threw me in the trunk of a car it was a half an hour drive and one of them carried me and put me ontop of the car there was a guy ontop as well he forced me down and tied my hands together with tape and my ankles and my calvs and knees and thighs. there were two border car things at the top to hold your luggage and they tied my ankles to one border and my wrists to the other and they drove around for about 2 hours and stopped at a campsite i was so scared i had nightmares about it for a week at the campsite they retied me to a tree and left me there for 3 days my older brother who was looking for me alan found me and helped me to a hospitol.that is a day I wish i could forget
Friday, June 16th 2006 - 09:59:52 AM
Name: Jenniffer
Comments:i got posted 2 a place where there's no internet 4 d past 1 month. btw d continuation of d story is at http://books.dreambook.com/withering/wbby.html. but dat was b4 i posted 2 thailand
Wednesday, May 3rd 2006 - 01:56:44 AM
Name: Mike
Comments:Jennifer, please continue!
Friday, April 21st 2006 - 11:17:20 AM
Name: Jennifer Tan
Comments:i m a 35yr old asian housewfie based in Happy Valley, Hong Kong. i juz came across this site,its interesting, n i thought of sharing my 1st hand experience of getting raped.

i normally do my grocery shopping at a market nearby my home. n whenever i went there, there will be these toilet cleaners who r in their late teens who would always come up 2 me n say how pretty or hot i m. even when im bringing my son, kevin,who is 12, along! these disturbances r becoming daring each day i went to the market. they would even 'accidentally' brushed my butt n walked away sometimes

so 1 day, i decided 2 end this disturbances once n for all. it was around evening,when there was not many shoppers around s the market would close soon. i brought my son along wif me. i was wearing tight denim shorts,high heels, n a tight black blouse. which was a mistake on my part, cos the cleaners were staring at my boobs n legs full of lust when i walked up 2 them. i do hav a good figure due 2 my frequent trips 2 the gym, n i m a very tall, around 1.75m, which is 1.8 wen i wear heels. kevin had 2 pee badly,so i let him enter the toilet. the cleaners, 5 of them, were just sitting around smoking outside, lazing around wif their brooms doing anything but cleaning.


ill continue this story again soon, thank you
Wednesday, March 22nd 2006 - 03:49:30 AM
Name: Riley
E-mail address: ???
Comments:Hey, there are some rules here! If you're posting a story, you must be female and telling a bondage story that happened to you. Males can post comments. Please don't dive into details, just stay with getting bound and gagged. Your entry will be deleted if it involves pervertive details. If that happens with yours, try again with a less pervertive version. If you're going to advertise your won site, post a story also. That means males can not advertise their sites! Get posting!
Monday, January 30th 2006 - 05:06:38 PM
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