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| Name: | Peter Samson |
| E-mail address: | bass1482@aol.com |
| Homepage URL: | http://www.nascar.com |
| Comments: | I was in Madison Wisconsin when I was about 15 and I was walking on state street with one of my friends. We decied to go into this store called the Cats meow and when we walked in there were about 20 pairs of handcufs on a bar. I decided as a joke to handcuff Mryanda to the pole and she got mad at me. I forgot to mention she was my girlfriend at the time. I asked the person who was the manager of the store if I could have some fun with her and she said ok. I then took her other hand and cuffed as and made it so her hands were cuffed behind her. I then took the silk scarve she was wearing and tied it into a ball and effectively gagged her and I took another slik scarve that was in the store and blindfoled her. She was strugglind and mmphing but she could not do anything because they were real handcuffs. Mryanda was about 5'7" at the time with long brown hair and wass very pretty. Everyone that came into the store was staring at her. I asked the manager if I could leave for a while and come back so I could shop in peace for a couple of hours. I came back in about 2 hours and I asked the manger for the key. She gave it to me and I finally un cuffed her. I ended up buying those three pair of handcuffs. Mryanda said so acually liked being handcuffed but she told me she would get her revenge which she did very well I migh add. If u would like to here it just post it and leave somee comments about this story. |
| Name: | Peter Samson |
| E-mail address: | bass1482@aol.com |
| Homepage URL: | http://www.nascar.com |
| Comments: | I was in Madison Wisconsin when I was about 15 and I was walking on state street with one of my friends. We decied to go into this store called the Cats meow and when we walked in there were about 20 pairs of handcuffs on a bar. I decided as a joke to handcuff Mryanda to the pole and she got mad at me. I forgot to mention she was my girlfriend at the time. I asked the person who was the manager of the store if I could have some fun with her and she said ok. I then took her other hand and cuffed as and made it so her hands were cuffed behind her. I then took the silk scarve she was wearing and tied it into a ball and effectively gagged her and I took another slik scarve that was in the store and blindfoled her. She was strugglind and mmphing but she could not do anything because they were real handcuffs. Mryanda was about 5'7" at the time with long brown hair and wass very pretty. Everyone that came into the store was staring at her. I asked the manager if I could leave for a while and come back so I could shop in peace for a couple of hours. I came back in about 2 hours and I asked the manger for the key. She gave it to me and I finally un cuffed her. I ended up buying those three pair of handcuffs. Mryanda said so acually liked being handcuffed but she told me she would get her revenge which she did very well I migh add. If u would like to here it just post it and leave somee comments about this story. |
| Name: | Peter Samson |
| E-mail address: | bass1482@aol.com |
| Homepage URL: | http://www.nascar.com |
| Comments: | I was in Madison Wisconsin when I was about 15 and I was walking on state street with one of my friends. We decied to go into this store called the Cats meow and when we walked in there were about 20 pairs of handcuffs on a bar. I decided as a joke to handcuff Mryanda to the pole and she got mad at me. I forgot to mention she was my girlfriend at the time. I asked the person who was the manager of the store if I could have some fun with her and she said ok. I then took her other hand and cuffed as and made it so her hands were cuffed behind her. I then took the silk scarve she was wearing and tied it into a ball and effectively gagged her and I took another slik scarve that was in the store and blindfoled her. I forgot to tell u she was wearing a nice silk dress because she was going to a formal dinner with her parents later that day. She was struggling and mmphing but she could not do anything because they were real handcuffs. Mryanda was about 5'7" at the time with long brown hair and wass very pretty. Everyone that came into the store was staring at her. I asked the manager if I could leave for a while and come back so I could shop in peace for a couple of hours. I came back in about 2 hours and I asked the manger for the key. She gave it to me and I finally un cuffed her. I ended up buying those three pair of handcuffs. Mryanda said so acually liked being handcuffed but she told me she would get her revenge which she did very well I migh add. If u would like to here it just post it and leave somee comments about this story. |
| Name: | Peter Samson |
| E-mail address: | bass1482@aol.com |
| Homepage URL: | http://www.nascar.com |
| Comments: | I was in Madison Wisconsin when I was about 15 and I was walking on state street with one of my friends. We decied to go into this store called the Cats meow and when we walked in there were about 20 pairs of handcuffs on a bar. I decided as a joke to handcuff Mryanda to the pole and she got mad at me. I forgot to mention she was my girlfriend at the time. I asked the person who was the manager of the store if I could have some fun with her and she said ok. I then took her other hand and cuffed as and made it so her hands were cuffed behind her. I then took the silk scarve she was wearing and tied it into a ball and effectively gagged her and I took another slik scarve that was in the store and blindfoled her. I forgot to tell u she was wearing a nice silk dress because she was going to a formal dinner with her parents later that day. She was struggling and mmphing but she could not do anything because they were real handcuffs. Mryanda was about 5'7" at the time with long brown hair and was very pretty. Everyone that came into the store was staring at her. I asked the manager if I could leave for a while and come back so I could shop in peace for a couple of hours. I came back in about 2 hours and I asked the manger for the key. She gave it to me and I finally un cuffed her. I ended up buying those three pair of handcuffs. Mryanda said so acually liked being handcuffed but she told me she would get her revenge which she did very well I migh add. If u would like to here it just post it and leave somee comments about this story. |
| Name: | Eric |
| E-mail address: | nido@bellatlantic.net |
| Comments: | I am not much of a writer, and I will avoid the more graphic
details of such things that are banned. However, my story is about getting to "know" one of my girlfriends in the Biblical sense and an extreme self-preservation instinct. There was once a girlfriend I had that tended to be rather - well - energetic. She wanted to get to know me better all the time it seemed. Really get to know me. I spent that semester in college quite exhausted. Anyway, this young lady loved to leave little love bites, much like people making out would do. I think she was a carnivore extreme because she would just bite me in the middle of a supermarket and say it was an act of love. Thinking back, I think she was hungry. Anyway, these were not lovebites. These were NIGHT OF THE LIVING DEAD I WANT TO CONSUME YOUR FLESH type of bites. The hurt. I'm a wimp. During one of our theological studies of how people got to "know" each other in the Bible, I decided the pain was too much and held her arms down. It wasn't any sort of an act of aggression, but extreme self-preservation to having any sort of pain inflicted upon me. She went nuts. I mean that in a good way. She told me it was the best attempt we had ever had at Theological Studies. Since this was the case, I thought "Self, why should you do all the work keeping her from biting you?" This turned into a little game of seeing how much I could tie her down vs. how quickly she could consume enough flesh off of me to make Shylock proud. From there our own "Hot War" escalated to cleave gags, rope, tape gags, even more rope, all because I hate pain. The only disconcerting thing was, after a while, I was enjoying myself as much as her... And I have a rabid carnivore of an ex-girlfriend to thank for it.... |
| Name: | Eric |
| E-mail address: | nido@bellatlantic.net |
| Comments: | I am not much of a writer, and I will avoid the more graphic
details of such things that are banned. However, my story is about getting to "know" one of my girlfriends in the Biblical sense and an extreme self-preservation instinct. There was once a girlfriend I had that tended to be rather - well - energetic. She wanted to get to know me better all the time it seemed. Really get to know me. I spent that semester in college quite exhausted. Anyway, this young lady loved to leave little love bites, much like people making out would do. I think she was a carnivore extreme because she would just bite me in the middle of a supermarket and say it was an act of love. Thinking back, I think she was hungry. Anyway, these were not lovebites. These were NIGHT OF THE LIVING DEAD I WANT TO CONSUME YOUR FLESH type of bites. The hurt. I'm a wimp. During one of our theological studies of how people got to "know" each other in the Bible, I decided the pain was too much and held her arms down. It wasn't any sort of an act of aggression, but extreme self-preservation to having any sort of pain inflicted upon me. She went nuts. I mean that in a good way. She told me it was the best attempt we had ever had at Theological Studies. Since this was the case, I thought "Self, why should you do all the work keeping her from biting you?" This turned into a little game of seeing how much I could tie her down vs. how quickly she could consume enough flesh off of me to make Shylock proud. From there our own "Hot War" escalated to cleave gags, rope, tape gags, even more rope, all because I hate pain. The only disconcerting thing was, after a while, I was enjoying myself as much as her... And I have a rabid carnivore of an ex-girlfriend to thank for it.... |
| Name: | steve-roper |
| Name: | steve-roper |
| Comments: | I guess I am as fortunate as one could hope. I have had a
passion for bondage since I was very young and have had little courage to express this intrest with those I have an intimate relationship with. I have however, had several memorable (yet short) bondage fueled relationships. These I have found have let both my partners and myself "push the envelopes" so to speak and I have thus tucked away a few interesting tales. Tonight however, I have a treat. While I type this I have seated next to me, Bound and Gagged, one of my best friends, a female friend that has been on the as much on the edge of the fence of plutonic that one could be. This is a girl I have known since freshman year in my small but friendly collage (seven years back).A female that for me defines both the essence of feminisim and the ahora of sexuality. Please say HI to Kathleen. (she says MMMMMPPPPPHHHHH back ). Let me explain how we got to this point....no wait let me first paint you a picture f this lovely creature seated next to me. Kathy is seated on a coffee able that is made of imitation Oak. She is dressed in a white silk short sleved button up shirt that has since had all but two of the buttons undone (the bottom two). Her skirt has a slit up the middle and attatches by a snap at the front of her waist. The slit is fortunate because she straddles the end of the table. Standing, which she is not, would make her just under 5'10" and Kathy is very proud of the fact she is well endowed. Apparently her favorite color of undrewear is shear black because the most eye catching part of her is her breasts which are now jutting forth inviting one to tease them. Nylons of a darker shade than usual turn out to be stockings that stop at the very top of her thigh. Kathy is a brunette with lovely silky hair that passes her shoulders just over two inches. fairr skinned and ruby lipped she is a fine sight to see. She is making quite a fuss right now by the way..I dont think she thought I would type about her in this little WEB session. Let me briefly explain how I got here..how we got here. Kathy and I have been close since college and have kept in touch through the years. We would tell eachother about our girlfriends/boyfriends and how our dates went. On the occasion we would end upm "scooping" after a night of drinking and dancing but nothing serious..just flesh and flesh we would say...nothing that would endanger the friendship. Last week Kathy called me on a saturday and told me of a relation she had the night before.Her date had tied her hands to the bedpost in the middle of passion and that had sent Kathy into a new range of excitement ythat she had not known. Her disapointment, however, came because he had ended things two early and had untied her within moments. I was feeling a bit confidant at the moment and told Kathy that I had some of my best moments with a partner who was tied up. Kathy seemed intrigued. I told her that if I got a chance I would give her some "tips". she now knows that seceretly I was hopeing that I would get a chance to tie her up and make her feel that way (at least she does right NOW). Tonight (thursday) Kthy flew into town for a long weekend that was meaant to be filled with football hot-tubbing, and some sightseeing. Instead we started off the night with a few beers. Halfway through the NBC line up we were cuddling like school kids. I tried to make light of the situation and started to tickle her. She opposed and I ended up holding her arms behind her back and then we kissed. (she is coooing now...girls :} ) I changed topics and began to talk about her latest boyfriend whom she is not very fond of it turns out. I brought up her bondage experience and she asked how many times I had used ropes in a relationship. I told her the truth and she blushed a little. Kathy then admitted that she had been tied up four times in the past and had found the experience to be "exotic". I returned with a suggestion that it was not a purly sexual thing but rather a part of her sexuality. this met me with some strange looks. I tried to explain the concept of "Love Bondage" to Kathy but she still was sceptical. It was when I told her that there were Web sights, Chat rooms,and Post pages that were dedicated to people openly expressing that "exotic" desire that caught her intrest. I suggested to Kathy that she would get the same rise being tied up clothed that she did when she was not. she looked skeptical again. I then found the deal-breaker..I showed Kathy the picture of Madonna bound and gagged in the back cover of one of her CD's. In this picture Madonna has a halter top on and has been cleve-gagged and tied to a table. Obviously in a hotel room, she seems to be enjoying herself and is seen in only asemi suggestive state. Alone and not even in the buff she sitts in anticipation proving that she, an American, no Worldly icon could be the spoksperson for bondage even while tightly gagged. I convinced Kathy to let me tie her up the same way as in this picture. I was pleased when kathy said yes and even more pleased when she moved the coffee table over so that she could straddle the end. I kissed her first on the lips and then told her to stay in that spot. Kathy remained there looking at the picture and smiling. I got some cotton rope and cut it into diffrent leanths. Returning to the den area I tied her hands behind her with a ten-foot leanth. There was almost three feet left when I tied the knot. I then tied both ankles to the legs of the table with short sections. A third section went from her wrists to the other end of the table, streaching her arms a bit back and makeing her chest jut out. This made Kathy exposed and at first a bit of red showed in her cheeks but then she closed her eyes and bit her lip. I tied another leanth around the arms and under her breasts, securing her top half so that she couldnot struggle but a few inches either way. My final act was to tear a white pillow case up to make a long soft strip of cloth. I made a tight knot in the middle. this was all done behind Kathy's back. Telling her to open her mouth, she agreed and I placed the gag between her lips and tied it tightly behind her head, underneath her flowing hair. I would guess that she had anticipated this because there was no sighn of shock and Kathy has been testing its effectivness on and off since I put it in. I have since modified her position buy unbuttoning her shirt and hiking her skirt up a bit. I then moved her over tward the computer. She has been my helpless and intentive little WEB mate since then..we have visited "VAN" "Harmony" and the "DID LINKS" and have exposed Kathy to quite a bit. My next plans arre a bit more graphiic and this is not really the forum but I will tell you this. I will first use this light hankercheif and a set of duct tape to re-gag Kathy if we agree on what I think is coming up. On the other hand if she dis-agrees, well we acn always cuddle on the couch agaid. (kathy is smiling at me right now and winking)..I think thats a good sign..well till next time friends.....steve |
| Name: | STEVE0- ROPER |
| Comments: | I was reading my last nights post (a bit hung over I must
admit) and I found a section that I want to clear up...when I was descrbing Madonna for some reason my wording was way off...(could be I was a bit distracted). It reads almost like the fact that she was American was one of the biggest traits....this is not what I meant (sorry friends in the UK and Aussie). What I meant to say that it seemed that thes American Icon made one of the best spokespersons for love bondage EVEN WITH HER MOUTH GAGGED. For those of you who have not seen the photo it is outstanding...a bit gritty but it is Madonna for cripes sake.....later on ..Steve |
| Name: | warren |
| Comments: | Is it appropriate to post non-consensual true bondage stories here? |
| Name: | Digger O'Dell |
| Comments: | This is now a dead site. Dum-dum-de-dum-DUM-de-dum-de-dum-
de-dum! |
| Name: | Tim |
| E-mail address: | Nbdysfool5@aol.com |
| Comments: | I have greatly enjoyed some of the stories I have read here and have been meaning to post one of my own (although sadly I only have about 4 to choose from). My most recent (and probably best) was w/ a girl I was until recently dating named Elizabeth. We met at work, she was actually my supervisor at the time, although by the time we started dating she had since been promoted again so we didn't work together anymore. We dated on and off for about 8 months during which I had the opportunity to tie her up two times, unfortunately for me, both close to the end of our little affair, although that had nothing to do w/ the relationship ending. The first time we had gone out after work and been fooling around and I had playfully tied her up in her own panthose after undressing her, which was kind of fun, but it wasn't a very good tie and it didn't last very long. However, it opened up the door to some intersting conversations and the revalation that she really had enjoyed it and fantasized about it before. Which led to the second time which for me was muh more exciting. We had again been out after work, she was wearing a sweater and a black skirt w/ black stockings and a pair of black high heeled loafers. She was already tall so in her heels she was about 6'1, which I loved. So we got back to my place and we were just laying on the couch kind of wrestling around. She was pretty strong and it would have been hard to really tie her up w/out her "giving in" a little but I had recently been presented w/ the gift of a pair of handcuffs by another girldfriend (just a friend no chance of getting to use them w/ her, but I think the fact that she used them w/ her old boyfriend was pretty cool). So I broke free of the wrestling match and went upstairs to get the cuffs. She kind of followed me up the stairs to the bedroom and then when she saw what I had gone to get she kind of got this "oh no you don't" look and started to run back down the stairs. So I gave chase and we wrestled a little on the couch. I got the cuffs on her (partly b/c she was laughing to hard to really fight) and then it really started to get fun. Well first I stopped and asked her if she was ok w/ this, which she was, but she said that the cuffs were too tight and that they were really hurting her. So of course I said I would loosen them but when I went to un-lock them she kicked me with a big smile on her face. So I went into the basement and cut a few pieces of clothes line and when I got back she tried to run again, but I managed to get the rope around her ankles while she was standing and I pulled it tight, tying her ankles together, which in her heels made it very hard for her to balance and impossible for her to kick me. The for good measure and just b/c I could at the time I gagged her with her scarf. She was mmmphing away by this time. She hopped (which was very arousing) over to the couch and tried to sit down, but I kind of spun her around so she ended up on her knees in front of the couch and from that position I loosened the cuffs for her. I pulled her standing again and kind of half carried her away from anythig that she could lean on. Through the gag she asked me to take off her shoes or she was going to fall and as much as I was enjoying her hopping around in her heels I didn't want her to fall so I brought her a chair to sit in and I took off her shoes. It just so happened that her toes were done dark red, which in her sheer black stocking feet I absolutely loved. By now I was really getting aroused, so after a brief hog-tie, I agreed to untie her ankles so she could walk to the bedroom. Only after I re-tied them w/ a end of rope around each ankle and about 6 inches of slack between so she had to shuffle up the stairs and into the bedroom, where I eventually untied her all the way and we had some amazing sex...
I'm not sure how well I have related this story, but I hope that someone out there likes it... |
| Name: | Tim |
| E-mail address: | Nbdysfool5@aol.com |
| Comments: | I have greatly enjoyed some of the stories I have read here and have been meaning to post one of my own (although sadly I only have about 4 to choose from). My most recent (and probably best) was w/ a girl I was until recently dating named Elizabeth. We met at work, she was actually my supervisor at the time, although by the time we started dating she had since been promoted again so we didn't work together anymore. We dated on and off for about 8 months during which I had the opportunity to tie her up two times, unfortunately for me, both close to the end of our little affair, although that had nothing to do w/ the relationship ending. The first time we had gone out after work and been fooling around and I had playfully tied her up in her own panthose after undressing her, which was kind of fun, but it wasn't a very good tie and it didn't last very long. However, it opened up the door to some intersting conversations and the revalation that she really had enjoyed it and fantasized about it before. Which led to the second time which for me was muh more exciting. We had again been out after work, she was wearing a sweater and a black skirt w/ black stockings and a pair of black high heeled loafers. She was already tall so in her heels she was about 6'1, which I loved. So we got back to my place and we were just laying on the couch kind of wrestling around. She was pretty strong and it would have been hard to really tie her up w/out her "giving in" a little but I had recently been presented w/ the gift of a pair of handcuffs by another girldfriend (just a friend no chance of getting to use them w/ her, but I think the fact that she used them w/ her old boyfriend was pretty cool). So I broke free of the wrestling match and went upstairs to get the cuffs. She kind of followed me up the stairs to the bedroom and then when she saw what I had gone to get she kind of got this "oh no you don't" look and started to run back down the stairs. So I gave chase and we wrestled a little on the couch. I got the cuffs on her (partly b/c she was laughing to hard to really fight) and then it really started to get fun. Well first I stopped and asked her if she was ok w/ this, which she was, but she said that the cuffs were too tight and that they were really hurting her. So of course I said I would loosen them but when I went to un-lock them she kicked me with a big smile on her face. So I went into the basement and cut a few pieces of clothes line and when I got back she tried to run again, but I managed to get the rope around her ankles while she was standing and I pulled it tight, tying her ankles together, which in her heels made it very hard for her to balance and impossible for her to kick me. The for good measure and just b/c I could at the time I gagged her with her scarf. She was mmmphing away by this time. She hopped (which was very arousing) over to the couch and tried to sit down, but I kind of spun her around so she ended up on her knees in front of the couch and from that position I loosened the cuffs for her. I pulled her standing again and kind of half carried her away from anythig that she could lean on. Through the gag she asked me to take off her shoes or she was going to fall and as much as I was enjoying her hopping around in her heels I didn't want her to fall so I brought her a chair to sit in and I took off her shoes. It just so happened that her toes were done dark red, which in her sheer black stocking feet I absolutely loved. By now I was really getting aroused, so after a brief hog-tie, I agreed to untie her ankles so she could walk to the bedroom. Only after I re-tied them w/ a end of rope around each ankle and about 6 inches of slack between so she had to shuffle up the stairs and into the bedroom, where I eventually untied her all the way and we had some amazing sex...
I'm not sure how well I have related this story, but I hope that someone out there likes it... |
| Name: | Tim |
| E-mail address: | Nbdysfool5@aol.com |
| Comments: | I have greatly enjoyed some of the stories I have read here and have been meaning to post one of my own (although sadly I only have about 4 to choose from). My most recent (and probably best) was w/ a girl I was until recently dating named Elizabeth. We met at work, she was actually my supervisor at the time, although by the time we started dating she had since been promoted again so we didn't work together anymore. We dated on and off for about 8 months during which I had the opportunity to tie her up two times, unfortunately for me, both close to the end of our little affair, although that had nothing to do w/ the relationship ending. The first time we had gone out after work and been fooling around and I had playfully tied her up in her own panthose after undressing her, which was kind of fun, but it wasn't a very good tie and it didn't last very long. However, it opened up the door to some intersting conversations and the revalation that she really had enjoyed it and fantasized about it before. Which led to the second time which for me was muh more exciting. We had again been out after work, she was wearing a sweater and a black skirt w/ black stockings and a pair of black high heeled loafers. She was already tall so in her heels she was about 6'1, which I loved. So we got back to my place and we were just laying on the couch kind of wrestling around. She was pretty strong and it would have been hard to really tie her up w/out her "giving in" a little but I had recently been presented w/ the gift of a pair of handcuffs by another girldfriend (just a friend no chance of getting to use them w/ her, but I think the fact that she used them w/ her old boyfriend was pretty cool). So I broke free of the wrestling match and went upstairs to get the cuffs. She kind of followed me up the stairs to the bedroom and then when she saw what I had gone to get she kind of got this "oh no you don't" look and started to run back down the stairs. So I gave chase and we wrestled a little on the couch. I got the cuffs on her (partly b/c she was laughing to hard to really fight) and then it really started to get fun. Well first I stopped and asked her if she was ok w/ this, which she was, but she said that the cuffs were too tight and that they were really hurting her. So of course I said I would loosen them but when I went to un-lock them she kicked me with a big smile on her face. So I went into the basement and cut a few pieces of clothes line and when I got back she tried to run again, but I managed to get the rope around her ankles while she was standing and I pulled it tight, tying her ankles together, which in her heels made it very hard for her to balance and impossible for her to kick me. The for good measure and just b/c I could at the time I gagged her with her scarf. She was mmmphing away by this time. She hopped (which was very arousing) over to the couch and tried to sit down, but I kind of spun her around so she ended up on her knees in front of the couch and from that position I loosened the cuffs for her. I pulled her standing again and kind of half carried her away from anythig that she could lean on. Through the gag she asked me to take off her shoes or she was going to fall and as much as I was enjoying her hopping around in her heels I didn't want her to fall so I brought her a chair to sit in and I took off her shoes. It just so happened that her toes were done dark red, which in her sheer black stocking feet I absolutely loved. By now I was really getting aroused, so after a brief hog-tie, I agreed to untie her ankles so she could walk to the bedroom. Only after I re-tied them w/ a end of rope around each ankle and about 6 inches of slack between so she had to shuffle up the stairs and into the bedroom, where I eventually untied her all the way and we had some amazing sex...
I'm not sure how well I have related this story, but I hope that someone out there likes it... |
| Name: | Esther |
| E-mail address: | esther6974@aol.com |
| Comments: | I just came across your site. I like the stories. I'm currently a college student, but I've had plenty of experience with tying people up and being tied up. While I don't mind getting tied up sometimes, I prefer to do the tying. I used to practice a lot on my younger brother and sister, but since I've been at college, we've kind of grown apart. It's a little different now that I've met different people too. It doesn't seem to be as innocent. There's a lot of sexual energy involved now. I don't trust myself being tied up anymore. I'd rather be in control. But I do miss the days it seemed like such an innocent thing to do. |
| Name: | Legend of the Wolf |
| E-mail address: | phxlonewolf@hotmail.com |
| Comments: | This happened at my 10-year high school reunion. Shortly
after graduation, I moved away and didn't keep in touch with my old school buddies, and I really hadn't seen any of them in the ten years since graduation. But at the party, it was nice to see some of them again, escpecially the girl I had a crush on, Kimberly. She was blonde, tall, blue-eyes, captian of the cheerleaders, and I was a nobody, chess club jerk. Well, at least I'm being honest here. Well, anyway, I see her at the reunion and she is as beautiful as I remember her, if not, even more so. Well, some how, I got up the courage to go and talk to her. Surprisingly, she remembered me. I don't want to bore you with all the details, but we talked for awhile. I was drinking, so that sort of loosened me up a little. I revealed to her that I had a crush on her in high school, but since she wouldn't have anything to do with me, I developed a fantasy about kidnapping her and making her fall in love with me. I left out the part were she wound up wound up in ropes. but she said to me, "So, you'd like to see me tied-up, huh?" I sorta mumbled a weak, "Yeah, I guess so" while my heart was pounding. She said that maybe I could walk her up to her room. I really didn't believe this was happening, but I agreed. When we got to the elevator and stepped in, she reached into her purse and pulled out a pair of handcuffs. She locked one on her wrist and the other on mine, saying that if she was going to be my prisoner, she shouldn't have the chance to escape. she told me the key was in her room. So we got off the elevator and walked, cuffed at the wrist to room. We went in and I found the key. I unlocked my wrist, spun her around and got her hands cuffed behind her. Next, I told her to sit down, and I quickly tied her legs to the legs of the chair. I removed her shoes and gave her bare soles a bit of a tickle, and she started to laugh. Well, I couldn't let to much noise escape, so I quickly gagged her with a handerchief. The night wore on, with her getting tied in many positions, and one brief episode with me in handcuffs. But as the sun was rising, I finally retied her to the chair, taped gagged her and ordered room service. When they brought up our breakfast, she has still teid to the chair when the bellboy came in with the tray. He didn't seem to mind the fact that there was a beautiful girl naked and bound to a chair. I asked him if he would like to join us, but he siad "Maybe later, for desert." Well, I fed her breakfast with her still tied to the chair, and afterwards, I untied her from the chair, and handcuffed her hands together, and led her to the bathroom. We showered together, then I dried her off, and left her wth her hands still cuffed behind her. I left her my number, and a few weeks later, she called. But that is another story. |
| Name: | Legend of the Wolf |
| E-mail address: | phxlonewolf@hotmail.com |
| Comments: | This happened at my 10-year high school reunion. Shortly
after graduation, I moved away and didn't keep in touch with my old school buddies, and I really hadn't seen any of them in the ten years since graduation. But at the party, it was nice to see some of them again, escpecially the girl I had a crush on, Kimberly. She was blonde, tall, blue-eyes, captian of the cheerleaders, and I was a nobody, chess club jerk. Well, at least I'm being honest here. Well, anyway, I see her at the reunion and she is as beautiful as I remember her, if not, even more so. Well, some how, I got up the courage to go and talk to her. Surprisingly, she remembered me. I don't want to bore you with all the details, but we talked for awhile. I was drinking, so that sort of loosened me up a little. I revealed to her that I had a crush on her in high school, but since she wouldn't have anything to do with me, I developed a fantasy about kidnapping her and making her fall in love with me. I left out the part were she wound up wound up in ropes. but she said to me, "So, you'd like to see me tied-up, huh?" I sorta mumbled a weak, "Yeah, I guess so" while my heart was pounding. She said that maybe I could walk her up to her room. I really didn't believe this was happening, but I agreed. When we got to the elevator and stepped in, she reached into her purse and pulled out a pair of handcuffs. She locked one on her wrist and the other on mine, saying that if she was going to be my prisoner, she shouldn't have the chance to escape. she told me the key was in her room. So we got off the elevator and walked, cuffed at the wrist to room. We went in and I found the key. I unlocked my wrist, spun her around and got her hands cuffed behind her. Next, I told her to sit down, and I quickly tied her legs to the legs of the chair. I removed her shoes and gave her bare soles a bit of a tickle, and she started to laugh. Well, I couldn't let to much noise escape, so I quickly gagged her with a handerchief. The night wore on, with her getting tied in many positions, and one brief episode with me in handcuffs. But as the sun was rising, I finally retied her to the chair, taped gagged her and ordered room service. When they brought up our breakfast, she has still teid to the chair when the bellboy came in with the tray. He didn't seem to mind the fact that there was a beautiful girl naked and bound to a chair. I asked him if he would like to join us, but he siad "Maybe later, for desert." Well, I fed her breakfast with her still tied to the chair, and afterwards, I untied her from the chair, and handcuffed her hands together, and led her to the bathroom. We showered together, then I dried her off, and left her wth her hands still cuffed behind her. I left her my number, and a few weeks later, she called. But that is another story. |
| Name: | James Stoker |
| E-mail address: | Ain't got one, don't want one, don't need one I got the US POSTAL service for my mail!@noreallyi'mnotkiddinghere.com |
| Homepage URL: | http://worldwidewebdotiaingotoneoftheseeitherdotseeabovedotforwardslashlittlesquigglythingshouldistopknowpleasedo |
| Comments: | There was this one time I was driving down the street when I
noticed this lovely little blonde lady hitch-hiker. Well, being ever the gentleman, I pulled over and offered her a ride to wereever she was going. She gratefully got in. I told her I would take her anywhere she wanted to go if she would do one little favor for me. She looked at me kind of strangly and asked what it was. I told her that I like to look at women's feet and if she would kindly remove her shoes so I could get a look at her toes. Much to my surprise, she didn't demand that I stop and let her out of the car. She used her left foot to remove her right shoe, then used her toes to remove the other shoe. she said something like that wasn't too much to ask for a free ride, but if I wanted to sniff them she would have to charge me a little something. She looked up and noticed the handcuffs I had dangling from my rear-view mirror, and asked if they where real. I said no, they were only a kid's toy. I pointed out to her the emergency latch on them, saying that with these, anyone cuffed with them could easily free themselves. She said she never of that before. I said "Why don't you try them on and see for yourself?" She looked at me kind of strangly. I told not to worry, and try it. She hesitated, but she did begin to lock her wrists in front of her. I told her, "No, behind your back. It's more realistic that way. I couldn't believe that she would do it, but she did! She leaned forward in the seat and handcuffed her hands behind her back. Then I said, "Of course, on that pair, I disabled the safety switch!" She panicked and I told her that I was only kidding. It took her a few moments to figure out how to reach the safety, but she finally did. I said, "Now that you've tried the fake kind, if you want to try the real kind, there's a pair in the glove compartment. She hesitated, and I said, "Well, okay. I don't want to force you into anything." She asked if I would uncuff her right away, and I said sure. She reached in the glove box and got the cuffs and did her hands up behind her. It was then I told her that I had left the keys for those cuffs at home and if she wanted me to unlock them, she would have to come back to my place and have dinner with me first. I think she saw that I had the key dangling from my keyring in the ignition, but she agreed. I reached over at the next stoplight and put her seatbelt on. I told her it added to the realism of my kidnapping fantasy, and besides it was always much safet to wear a seatbelt. She said sure, she could understand that, asking if I would release her if things got to strange. I said I would. I really couldn't believe my luck. I had picked up this stranger and now she was handcuffed and bare foot in my car, a willing kidnap victim! I drove home as fast as I could and still not get pulled over by a cop. When I finally got home, I escorted my barefoot "hostage" inside. I aksed her if she would let me tie her up compleatly, and to my astonishment, she agreed! I sat her down in a chair and got out some rope and tied her ankles together in front of her, then wrapped her torso to the chair with several feet of rope. I then used an ace bandage over eyes as a blindfold and asked her if she was hunry. She said she was, and she sat there, struggling (but not very hard) as I made dinner. I left her tied to the chair asnd blindfolded as I fed her. we talked about a great many things, but never once mentioned bondage. It was just like she my guest, only she was tied up and being fed by me. There's more to this story, and I'll continue it later. |
| Name: | James Stoker |
| E-mail address: | Ain't got one, don't want one, don't need one I got the US POSTAL service for my mail!@noreallyi'mnotkiddinghere.com |
| Homepage URL: | http://worldwidewebdotiaingotoneoftheseeitherdotseeabovedotforwardslashlittlesquigglythingshouldistopknowpleasedo |
| Comments: | There was this one time I was driving down the street when I
noticed this lovely little blonde lady hitch-hiker. Well, being ever the gentleman, I pulled over and offered her a ride to wereever she was going. She gratefully got in. I told her I would take her anywhere she wanted to go if she would do one little favor for me. She looked at me kind of strangly and asked what it was. I told her that I like to look at women's feet and if she would kindly remove her shoes so I could get a look at her toes. Much to my surprise, she didn't demand that I stop and let her out of the car. She used her left foot to remove her right shoe, then used her toes to remove the other shoe. she said something like that wasn't too much to ask for a free ride, but if I wanted to sniff them she would have to charge me a little something. She looked up and noticed the handcuffs I had dangling from my rear-view mirror, and asked if they where real. I said no, they were only a kid's toy. I pointed out to her the emergency latch on them, saying that with these, anyone cuffed with them could easily free themselves. She said she never of that before. I said "Why don't you try them on and see for yourself?" She looked at me kind of strangly. I told not to worry, and try it. She hesitated, but she did begin to lock her wrists in front of her. I told her, "No, behind your back. It's more realistic that way. I couldn't believe that she would do it, but she did! She leaned forward in the seat and handcuffed her hands behind her back. Then I said, "Of course, on that pair, I disabled the safety switch!" She panicked and I told her that I was only kidding. It took her a few moments to figure out how to reach the safety, but she finally did. I said, "Now that you've tried the fake kind, if you want to try the real kind, there's a pair in the glove compartment. She hesitated, and I said, "Well, okay. I don't want to force you into anything." She asked if I would uncuff her right away, and I said sure. She reached in the glove box and got the cuffs and did her hands up behind her. It was then I told her that I had left the keys for those cuffs at home and if she wanted me to unlock them, she would have to come back to my place and have dinner with me first. I think she saw that I had the key dangling from my keyring in the ignition, but she agreed. I reached over at the next stoplight and put her seatbelt on. I told her it added to the realism of my kidnapping fantasy, and besides it was always much safet to wear a seatbelt. She said sure, she could understand that, asking if I would release her if things got to strange. I said I would. I really couldn't believe my luck. I had picked up this stranger and now she was handcuffed and bare foot in my car, a willing kidnap victim! I drove home as fast as I could and still not get pulled over by a cop. When I finally got home, I escorted my barefoot "hostage" inside. I aksed her if she would let me tie her up compleatly, and to my astonishment, she agreed! I sat her down in a chair and got out some rope and tied her ankles together in front of her, then wrapped her torso to the chair with several feet of rope. I then used an ace bandage over eyes as a blindfold and asked her if she was hunry. She said she was, and she sat there, struggling (but not very hard) as I made dinner. I left her tied to the chair asnd blindfolded as I fed her. we talked about a great many things, but never once mentioned bondage. It was just like she my guest, only she was tied up and being fed by me. There's more to this story, and I'll continue it later. |
| Name: | john |
| E-mail address: | gagntie@aol.com |
| Comments: | Great site! |
| Name: | Jemej |
| E-mail address: | jemej@rocketmail.com |
| Comments: | Royler,
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| Name: | lifeguard |
| Comments: | I have some stories that I could post but unfortunately, they are of the damsels doing the tying. Should I? |
| Name: | Dave |
| Homepage URL: | http://members.tripod.com/~Canuck100 |
| Comments: | Lifeguard: maybe you should post your story at Canuck's
site. His page has 2 sections, one for childhood/teens experiences, one for college. The URL is http://members.tripod.com/~Canuck100 |
| Name: | ed harris |
| E-mail address: | eharris99@yahoo.com |
| Homepage URL: | http://books.dreambook.com/eharris99/burglars.html |
| Comments: | Hello everyone,
Just wanted to let you know I started a dreambook dedicated to people bound and gagged by burglars/robbers,etc..Please post stories, looking forward to reading them. Thanks. |
| Name: | ed harris |
| E-mail address: | eharris99@yahoo.com |
| Homepage URL: | http://books.dreambook.com/eharris99/burglars.html |
| Comments: | Hello everyone,
Just wanted to let you know I started a dreambook dedicated to people bound and gagged by burglars/robbers,etc..Please post stories, looking forward to reading them. Thanks. |
| Name: | Cathy |
| E-mail address: | petersec@msoe.edu |
| Homepage URL: | http://don'thaveone.com |
| Comments: | Love the site. I am fortunate enough to have a partner who
is even more into bondage than me. Usually, it is me doing the tying, but on occasion, I find myself trussed up and helpless, and I love it! Fall of this year, I was playing around with my SO. I don't remember what we were arguing about, but I announced that I was leaving, and started to hop out of the bed. My SO grabbed my arm and pulled my back, saying that if I wasn't good he would have to tie me down and make me be good (with a huge smile, of course). Well, I wasn't going to take that! I started to pull free, saying that he would never do that, since I'm always the one doing the tying. Taking that as a challange, he pulled me down on the bed and straddled me, pinning one of my arms under his legs. We have eyelets around the bed with ropes attached to them. My SO grabbed one of those, and proceeded to tie my arm to the bed. I made it really difficult, undoing knots when he wasn't looking, squirming free, biting when I got a chance (I refuse to wear a gag, with my allergies I have a hard time breathing, then I panic). Of course my SO was loving it. He finally got me spread eagle on his bed. It took him almost an hour to get me secure like that, with all of my squirming. I wasn't wearing any jeans, just my little cotton panties, a button down flannel, and a satin, purple bra. He unbuttoned the flannel, and proceeded to torment me for an hour, tickling me until I was begging him to stop. Then he tormented me in other ways until I was begging him to never stop. When we were done playing (no intercourse descriptions, I remember the rules, I'll just say it was darn exciting and that I managed to make a mess of his knots by pulling on them so hard, I'm a strong girl), he got me all untied, and then we just collapsed, exhuasted. We have had some repeats, but none as exciting as that time. I'll try to remember to add the story of the one time I was submissive, and ended up being tied up in a number of ways. |
| Name: | Mr. Roper |
| Comments: | I've got to tell you all about the time I came home one
night to find three young college girls who had decided to go "pool hopping" in my backyard swimming pool. I live near a college campus and apparently these girls had been watching my house for a few weeks. Since I'm away from home on business so often, it seems as though I'm never home and these girls assumed that the residents of the house were on vacation. So I come home one particular evening and as I'm getting out of the car in the driveway, I hear some playful screaming and splashing COMING FROM MY BACKYARD! You can imagine how upset I was, and then to add fuel to the fire I discovered they were helping themselves to some imported beer that I keep stashed in a little dorm sized fridge out by the pool area. Once I began questioning these chicks and realized they were just some innocent college pranksters, I began to calm down somewhat. It was hard to be upset after observing just how hot the three of them were. All of them had great figures. There were two blondes and one brunette. One of the blondes was a wearing a red one-piece bathing suit and the other blonde had on a white bikini. The brunette had a pink bikini top with cut-off "Daisy Duke" jean shorts. Even though I went from outrage to sheer bliss within moments of seeing how cute these three were, I wanted to make like I was still upset. "Do you girls know that trespassing is a crime," I scolded. The girls repeatedly apologized and begged me not to do anything. I responded by saying I was going to tie the three of them up and call campus police to pick them up. They protested wildly. I grabbed some rope from the garage, which was just a few yards away, and told them that they're lucky I don't call the real cops. I sat the blonde in the one-piece and the brunette at poolside and tied them back to back. First I tied their hands behind their backs and then, after sitting them down, I wrapped some rope around their upper bodies as they sat pinned against one another back to back. Then I felt, just for good measure, I'd tie their ankles as well. I was loving every moment of this, and I still had a third of the way to go! I lead the blonde in the bikini over to the iron gate just about 7 feet away from where the first two were sitting. I sat my next lovely lady down and began to tie her hands over her head and to one of the rungs of the iron gate. Like the other two, I tied her ankles together. As they struggled against the ropes, the girls continued to protest, claiming they'll never do it again and they'll pay me for the beer they drank. As their voices became louder and louder, I decided it was time to fulfill my fantasy. Yes, it was time for these three lovelies to be gagged. I went into the house and returned with three handkerchiefs for my three friendly house guests. One after the other I gagged all three of them….mmmpphhh…..mmmppphhhh….mmmppphhh. Luckily, my house guests were nice enough to leave some brew for me. After my job was completed, it was time to sit back at pool-side with a cold one and just enjoy my handy work. I just sat there, watching them struggle against their bonds. It was awesome. Just like three Hollywood actresses portraying the role as the damsel in distress, AND RIGHT IN MY BACK YARD!!! After a while of pretending as if I had really called the campus police, I told them that I couldn't get through to them. This was their lucky day. I told them I would let them sleep it off (comfortably tied up as they were) and then take them back to their dorm in the morning. The next morning I went out to the pool area and these girls actually were asleep. The two tied back to back had rolled on to their sides, and appeared fairly comfortable. The poor girl tied with her hands above her head to the iron gate complained that her arms had fallen asleep! Anyway, I slowly began to untie the three girls. I love the idea of untying a girl as much as I do tying her up. As I took the gags out of their mouths, I remember how wet the center of the gags were and how that drove me wild! After their hands were finally untied, they proceeded to rub and caress their wrists, and that really continued to drive me nuts! As I drove the girls back to their dorm, I recall how they continued to thank me over and over again for not calling the University Police. I still remember how the blonde in the bikini kissed me on the lips 3 or 4 times upon dropping them off. The girls were still apologizing for what they did. As I drove off, I stated to them that I think they had learned their lesson. |
| Name: | Donyell |
| Homepage URL: | http://members.aol.com/eizun/index.html |
| Comments: | Wow this site is great. When I have time ill post a story |
| Name: | Mark |
| E-mail address: | Diamond_Crown@bigfoot.com |
| Comments: | Hey gang! I've read all of your stories for quite some time
now and I guess it's only fair that I contribute as well. I'm a 24-year-old male who is fortunate enough to have a fiance' who frequently allows me to play out my fantasies. We've been seeing each other for three years, so I guess I should start at the beginning. I won't get too sexually graphic, but when we first met, I was a virgin. Yes... for those of you doing the math at home, I was a 21-year-old male virgin. Anyhow, at the time, she was 18 and living at her parents' house. I lived with my best friend, his mom, and his sister. That in itself is a long, complicated story, but let's just say that privacy was a rarity for us. However, from time to time, my friend would spend the weekend at his fiance's house, leaving the bedroom that we shared all to my new girlfriend and I. We would usually just watch movies, kiss for a while, then maybe fool around a bit more. One day, after we had been dating for about two months, I got brave. During the middle of one of our "making out" sessions, I asked her if she had ever seen "9 1/2 Weeks." She told me that she hadn't, so I proceeded to explain it to her. When I was done, I asked her if I could blindfold her. She agreed, so I rummaged through the closet and found the waist tie for a black terrycloth bathrobe. I blindfolded her and kissed her some more. Now, I've never been much of a "blindfold guy." I'm more intrigued by the sight of a bound and gagged woman, but I figured the blindfold would be a good way to break the ice. As it turned out, it was. The blindfold was as far as I got that night, but a week or two later, I got a little braver. After blindfolding her on this particular night, I asked her if I could tie her hands. She was hesitant, but she agreed. At first, her wrists were bound above her head. However, as the evening got a bit steamier, I quickly untied her hands, rolled her over, and re-tied them behind her back. Keep in mind that we STILL have not made love for the first time. My first bondage experience was happening PRIOR to my first sexual experience. Hehe. Anyhow, I was making progress, but still not successful in my overall goal. When things cooled off again, I removed her blindfold. Her wrists were still bound behind her back, so I playfully draped the black piece of cloth over her lips. I could see her smile beneath the cloth. To me, this was a go-ahead sign. I tied the ends behind her neck and gazed at this beautiful creature... bound and gagged. OK... so it wasn't even a cleave gag. It was just an over-the-mouth, completely ineffective, joke of a gag. But to have a real, live woman tied up and gagged in front of me was a memorable sight. In the weeks to come, things went further. We finally enjoyed our first act of making love. She wasn't tied up, but it was memorable just the same. That said, our first sexual experience WITH her tied up was much MORE memorable. Let me first explain to you how she looks. She's thin, about 5'9", long curly brown hair, and very well-endowed in the chest. I got to her parents' house that night to find the family Jeep gone. My heart raced. At this point, I was becoming a sex-ADDICT. Hey... cut me some slack... I went 21 years without gettin' any. Hehe. Anyhow, I knocked on her door to find her dressed in a little workout outfit. I guess I should admit that athletic-type clothing (especially ankle socks) is a big turn-on for me. Her hair was pulled back in a ponytail. She had on a tight little white t-shirt that ended around the middle of her tight little sexy stomach. As my eyes worked their way down her body, I next noticed the tight little black bicycle shorts that hugged her butt and left the majority of her athletic legs exposed. All except for her feet, which were in little white footies... the kind that have the big, soft ankle cuff that hug the bony part of her ankle. No shoes. I immediately said something like, "I think it's time for you to be kidnapped." No "hello" or anything. Without any resistance, she led me to her bedroom and laid down on her stomach in the middle of her bed. Without hesitating, I grabbed my little "tie-up kit," which I conveniently statshed under her bed. I tightly bound her wrists behind her back, then her ankles. Next came the big, which had improved leaps and bounds (no pun intended) from the first time. I packed her mouth with a small handkerchief, then cleave gagged her with a bandanna. Needless to say, those cute little bicycle shorts soon wound up much closer to her footies. What happened next is too graphic to post here. Use your imaginations. In the three years since then, our bondage escapades have gotten better and better. Not far from our bed is my 1999 version of the "tie-up kit." It now includes several feet of rope, a pair of handcuffs, a few bandannas and handkerchiefs, a black satin blindfold, and two ballgags. I'm a happy man... and I wish you all the same happiness. |
| Name: | christy |
| E-mail address: | tailgunn@usit.net |
| Comments: | When I was 17, my stepdad had made a lot of jokes about
tying me up if I got too far out of hand. One day when mom was gone to visit her parents, I had laid out in a swimsuit that was too small, because I liked the look and feel of it. My stepdad had made a lot of noises about it but had let me go out in it. I came back in and laid down for a nap. When I woke up, my stepdad was busily putting the finishing touches on a very tight bondage. He had tied my ankles, calves, knees above and below, thighs, then tied my hands and arms behind me. He had then tied my arms to my body, cinching the ropes between my body and my arms. He had tied ropes above and below my breasts and had tied my arms to my body at my waist. I was just about to protest when he slapped a piece of tape across my mouth. The tape was the kind that they use after surgery and was really sticky, I couldn't get it off. He then tied my ankles to the bottom of the bed and slid a collar around my neck. (I found out he used the collar on mom later). He then tied the collar to the top of the bed. I started to try to struggle, but I was as helpless as I have ever been. I felt like I was covered in rope and could only really move my feet and hands. He had tied me face down and then he began to tickle my feet and spank me, telling me I could stay like that for a while to think about wearing that bathing suit that was too small. |
| Name: | azaazel |
| E-mail address: | azaazel@usa.net |
| Comments: | This is a story that had happened to me not long ago. I am
sure you will like it although my English is poor. Especially because it is something you could all "try at home". I will be glad if you'll send me comments to azaazel@usa.net. thanks. Well, I have this new girlfriend that I still don't know her good enough to talk to her openly about sex but still I had some progress. She told me she is a virgin and that she want's to stay that way until after her marriage. All I could have in the mean time were kisses and such. But offcource this wasn't enough for me so I decided to try a different approach. First I got her to my house when I knew my parents weren't home (I'm only 20 years old - sorry). We sat at the kitchen and drank coffee and talked. It was a stormy night with lots of rain but without much thunders which was perfect for my plan. Before she came I programmed a clock that we have in the circuit board that will turn off all the lights for an hour from 9 to 10 o'clock. In perfect timing the light came off just as I was making the coffee. It was obvious to her that the electricity came off because of the rain. She got a bit scared for a moment but I had some matches ready and one candle. I lit a match and acted as if I was looking for candles and as so I could only find one. I stuck the candle to a little plate and put it in the middle of the table. She liked the romantic atmosphere, I suggested some wine, we drank, chatted about romance, love and naturally got to the main point - sex. She still insisted about her opinion but this time I was ready. I convinced her to come to my room and swore to her that I am neither going to touch her nor take any of her cloth off. I told her to close her eyes and she told me to swear again that I'm not going to harm her in any way. It was a dark room with no one else at home and she didn't know me well enough to fully trust me so I understood why she insisted about the swearing. At last she closed her eyes and I told her that we are going to have sex but it is only going to be imaginary. First I told her to take off her sweater, she hesitated for a while and took it off. Underneath she had a plain T- shirt. Then I said "Take off your shirt" and before she could open her mouth and say something about my promises I told her that she doesn't need to really take it off, only make believe (is it called "mine"?). She said Ok and pretended to take off her shirt. I told her that from now on she is not aloud to speak until I tell her, and that she could only make sounds for agreement ("ohomm") and disagreement ("ahah"). (Allowing her to make sounds came handy later as you will see.) I told her to remove her shoes (for real) and then act as if she was taking off her skirt. I started to tell her how wonderful she looks like and how her skin shines in the candlelight (to get her into the filling she was really naked). Then I told her to slowly take off her bra and I could see on her face and by her movements that she was really getting into her part. I asked her if she wants to take off her underwear and she replied "aha" in her sweetest voice. She pretended to slide them down her legs and drop them aside. I told her to spread her legs and to put her hands behind her head and while I was talking I walked around her as so I was inspecting her. Then I waited for some time and before she got bored with the situation I told her to lie on the bed on her right. She did it slowly because she kept her eyes closed. I told her to stretch her hands and legs to the corners of the bed. She did just that and I saw a look on her face that meant enjoyment and fear all together. Wondering what to do next while keeping my promise not to touch her I came to a great idea. I told her to lick her lips and after she did it slowly and beautifully I blow some air from my mouth circling around her red lips. I kept going with the stream of air down her neck and towards her chest until I got to her shirt. I told her I am going to tie her to the bed but she doesn't have to worry 'cause I will only tie strings around her hands and legs and she actually won't be tied to anything. She hammed for agreement and I took four shoelaces and began with her right hand. I rapped it twice around her hand and tied it. Then I quickly tied the rest of string to the bedpost. I did it quick and not tight at all and so she didn't notice. I did the same with her left hand and with her legs. I put a CD of soft jazz music and asked her if she was comfortable. I then told her that I'm going to leave her like this until the CD is over but she disagreed. I told her to open her eyes and to look at her hands. She did so and she realized that she can't go anywhere and when she was about to say something I stopped her and told her that if she'll play on, close her eyes and remain silent I'll release her soon. She closed her eyes and I waited for a while to let her get the idea that she is completely dependent on me. I reminded her that she is completely naked. I was able to see on her erect nipples that she was enjoying the whole thing. I left the room while making some sounds so she could hear that I was getting away from the room. I went to the kitchen and brought some ice cubes. I returned quietly (remember there was music on) and managed to put an ice cube in the middle of her chest. At first she didn't feel it's coldness but she did feel that I put something on her. She made a questioning sound and I explained that I only put something on her. Slowly it started to melt and the cold water started to go throw her shirt to her skin. She seemed to enjoy this but before the water could make it's way to her belt area I took the cube off and placed it in the area between her tits where her shirt doesn't touch her skin. I expected the water to drop throw her shirt but instead it spread all around, which was better because this way the water got to her hot nipples. I guess they where hot because when the water reached the nipples she moaned sweet and quietly. I then took two more cubes and put one of them over her belly bottom and one just a little below the belt line. She started to breath heavily because she realized that soon water will be dripping on the most sensitive parts of her buddy. As the ice started to melt (double meaning) her breathing became faster and faster. I stood by her side and watched but after awhile she was starting to relax. I realized that only from cold water even a virgin couldn't climax. So I removed what was left from the ice cubes and using the biggest one I cooled her face. I went with it around her lips, over her forehead and on her chicks. Then I put what was left of it in her mouth. I asked her if I can put a cube under her shirt. She thought for a while and Ahhamed. I took the biggest cube, lifted her shirt a little and put the cube on her belly. After a while it started to hurt her and she tried to shake it off but I kept on holding it in the same place she tried harder and even tried to pull her hands from the strings but she couldn't even get close to the ice cube. When it looked like she was really suffering and she might brake up and speak or open her eyes I started to moved the cube a round her stomach. I started at the bottom and then began to advance towards her tits. I got up to her bra and drew a line of water just below it. I hesitated for a moment and decided to take my chances and I lifted her bra and put the cube under it, on her right tit. It turned out to be a mistake because she then opened her eyes and mouth and said that I crossed the line and told me to let her free. After I did, she said that she was sorry and that I was great and bla bla and the important part was that she dropped me on the wet bed and we kissed with amazing passion. OK that's all. You could make up a better ending than this one, but I didn't have such luck. If you could think of a better way to advance or if you tried it for real don't forget to Email me and I'll send you back more stories. |
| Name: | azaazel xxx |
| E-mail address: | azaazel@usa.net |
| Comments: | This is a story that had happened to me not long ago. I am
sure you will like it although my English is poor. Especially because it is something you could all "try at home". I will be glad if you'll send me comments to azaazel@usa.net. thanks. Well, I have this new girlfriend that I still don't know her good enough to talk to her openly about sex but still I had some progress. She told me she is a virgin and that she want's to stay that way until after her marriage. All I could have in the mean time were kisses and such. But offcource this wasn't enough for me so I decided to try a different approach. First I got her to my house when I knew my parents weren't home (I'm only 20 years old - sorry). We sat at the kitchen and drank coffee and talked. It was a stormy night with lots of rain but without much thunders which was perfect for my plan. Before she came I programmed a clock that we have in the circuit board that will turn off all the lights for an hour from 9 to 10 o'clock. In perfect timing the light came off just as I was making the coffee. It was obvious to her that the electricity came off because of the rain. She got a bit scared for a moment but I had some matches ready and one candle. I lit a match and acted as if I was looking for candles and as so I could only find one. I stuck the candle to a little plate and put it in the middle of the table. She liked the romantic atmosphere, I suggested some wine, we drank, chatted about romance, love and naturally got to the main point - sex. She still insisted about her opinion but this time I was ready. I convinced her to come to my room and swore to her that I am neither going to touch her nor take any of her cloth off. I told her to close her eyes and she told me to swear again that I'm not going to harm her in any way. It was a dark room with no one else at home and she didn't know me well enough to fully trust me so I understood why she insisted about the swearing. At last she closed her eyes and I told her that we are going to have sex but it is only going to be imaginary. First I told her to take off her sweater, she hesitated for a while and took it off. Underneath she had a plain T- shirt. Then I said "Take off your shirt" and before she could open her mouth and say something about my promises I told her that she doesn't need to really take it off, only make believe (is it called "mine"?). She said Ok and pretended to take off her shirt. I told her that from now on she is not aloud to speak until I tell her, and that she could only make sounds for agreement ("ohomm") and disagreement ("ahah"). (Allowing her to make sounds came handy later as you will see.) I told her to remove her shoes (for real) and then act as if she was taking off her skirt. I started to tell her how wonderful she looks like and how her skin shines in the candlelight (to get her into the filling she was really naked). Then I told her to slowly take off her bra and I could see on her face and by her movements that she was really getting into her part. I asked her if she wants to take off her underwear and she replied "aha" in her sweetest voice. She pretended to slide them down her legs and drop them aside. I told her to spread her legs and to put her hands behind her head and while I was talking I walked around her as so I was inspecting her. Then I waited for some time and before she got bored with the situation I told her to lie on the bed on her right. She did it slowly because she kept her eyes closed. I told her to stretch her hands and legs to the corners of the bed. She did just that and I saw a look on her face that meant enjoyment and fear all together. Wondering what to do next while keeping my promise not to touch her I came to a great idea. I told her to lick her lips and after she did it slowly and beautifully I blow some air from my mouth circling around her red lips. I kept going with the stream of air down her neck and towards her chest until I got to her shirt. I told her I am going to tie her to the bed but she doesn't have to worry 'cause I will only tie strings around her hands and legs and she actually won't be tied to anything. She hammed for agreement and I took four shoelaces and began with her right hand. I rapped it twice around her hand and tied it. Then I quickly tied the rest of string to the bedpost. I did it quick and not tight at all and so she didn't notice. I did the same with her left hand and with her legs. I put a CD of soft jazz music and asked her if she was comfortable. I then told her that I'm going to leave her like this until the CD is over but she disagreed. I told her to open her eyes and to look at her hands. She did so and she realized that she can't go anywhere and when she was about to say something I stopped her and told her that if she'll play on, close her eyes and remain silent I'll release her soon. She closed her eyes and I waited for a while to let her get the idea that she is completely dependent on me. I reminded her that she is completely naked. I was able to see on her erect nipples that she was enjoying the whole thing. I left the room while making some sounds so she could hear that I was getting away from the room. I went to the kitchen and brought some ice cubes. I returned quietly (remember there was music on) and managed to put an ice cube in the middle of her chest. At first she didn't feel it's coldness but she did feel that I put something on her. She made a questioning sound and I explained that I only put something on her. Slowly it started to melt and the cold water started to go throw her shirt to her skin. She seemed to enjoy this but before the water could make it's way to her belt area I took the cube off and placed it in the area between her tits where her shirt doesn't touch her skin. I expected the water to drop throw her shirt but instead it spread all around, which was better because this way the water got to her hot nipples. I guess they where hot because when the water reached the nipples she moaned sweet and quietly. I then took two more cubes and put one of them over her belly bottom and one just a little below the belt line. She started to breath heavily because she realized that soon water will be dripping on the most sensitive parts of her buddy. As the ice started to melt (double meaning) her breathing became faster and faster. I stood by her side and watched but after awhile she was starting to relax. I realized that only from cold water even a virgin couldn't climax. So I removed what was left from the ice cubes and using the biggest one I cooled her face. I went with it around her lips, over her forehead and on her chicks. Then I put what was left of it in her mouth. I asked her if I can put a cube under her shirt. She thought for a while and Ahhamed. I took the biggest cube, lifted her shirt a little and put the cube on her belly. After a while it started to hurt her and she tried to shake it off but I kept on holding it in the same place she tried harder and even tried to pull her hands from the strings but she couldn't even get close to the ice cube. When it looked like she was really suffering and she might brake up and speak or open her eyes I started to moved the cube a round her stomach. I started at the bottom and then began to advance towards her tits. I got up to her bra and drew a line of water just below it. I hesitated for a moment and decided to take my chances and I lifted her bra and put the cube under it, on her right tit. It turned out to be a mistake because she then opened her eyes and mouth and said that I crossed the line and told me to let her free. After I did, she said that she was sorry and that I was great and bla bla and the important part was that she dropped me on the wet bed and we kissed with amazing passion. OK that's all. You could make up a better ending than this one, but I didn't have such luck. If you could think of a better way to advance or if you tried it for real don't forget to Email me and I'll send you back more stories. |
| Name: | ropemeister |
| E-mail address: | darkjedi_15@hotmail.com |
| Name: | sub |
| E-mail address: | nemerton@ix.netcom.com |
| Name: | veronica |
| Comments: | Yes, he had me - just like he wanted me- the hours went by.
But what made it worse was the hour BEFORE. He wanted me DRESSED the way HE wanted me. Pretty black lacy bra (44D). Pretty black lacy knickers (deep and frilly - for an old bag like me). Pretty balck lacy suspender belt. Pretty black stockings. Pretty VERY billowy pink and black net, lace, ribbon and BOUFFANT petticoats.And my FROCK - hugely FULL and PRETTY and teenage-girlish. (Can you imagine how humiliated I felt as a 49 year-old?). On your BACK- SLUT. I obeyed. Let's just say he was an EXPERT in bondage. Beg - SLUT. I obeyed. But he still gagged me. As I say, the hours went by..... |
| Name: | veronica |
| Comments: | Yes, he had me - just like he wanted me- the hours went by.
But what made it worse was the hour BEFORE. He wanted me DRESSED the way HE wanted me. Pretty black lacy bra (44D). Pretty black lacy knickers (deep and frilly - for an old bag like me). Pretty balck lacy suspender belt. Pretty black stockings. Pretty VERY billowy pink and black net, lace, ribbon and BOUFFANT petticoats.And my FROCK - hugely FULL and PRETTY and teenage-girlish. (Can you imagine how humiliated I felt as a 49 year-old?). On your BACK- SLUT. I obeyed. Let's just say he was an EXPERT in bondage. Beg - SLUT. I obeyed. But he still gagged me. As I say, the hours went by..... |
| Name: | Veronica |
| Comments: | .....and after the hours went by, HE CAME BACK. Trussed,
spreadeagled, TIGHT and gagged TIGHT as a 49 year-old teenage tart. Pink Gingham. YES PINK GINGHAM. RESPOND VICTIM VERONICA. As if I could! After 49 years, nobody had put a hand up my frock. Nobody had wanted to. A plump unattractive on-the-shelf fatso like me. But HE had caught me. HE had dressed me the way HE wanted me. HE had overpowered me. HE had trussed me up . HE had gagged me. HE had left me to 'think about what is going to happen to you ....' HE had me CAPTIVE, CAPTIVE...HIS CAPTIVE. He's gone now. I am OK but lonely. Please write in and ask what you want. PLEASE.... |
| Name: | Veronica |
| Comments: | .....and after the hours went by, HE CAME BACK. Trussed,
spreadeagled, TIGHT and gagged TIGHT as a 49 year-old teenage tart. Pink Gingham. YES PINK GINGHAM. RESPOND VICTIM VERONICA. As if I could! After 49 years, nobody had put a hand up my frock. Nobody had wanted to. A plump unattractive on-the-shelf fatso like me. But HE had caught me. HE had dressed me the way HE wanted me. HE had overpowered me. HE had trussed me up . HE had gagged me. HE had left me to 'think about what is going to happen to you ....' HE had me CAPTIVE, CAPTIVE...HIS CAPTIVE. He's gone now. I am OK but lonely. Please write in and ask what you want. PLEASE.... |
| Name: | Veronica |
| Comments: | .....Yes, he had me tied and gagged and Dressed the way HE
wanted me. A 49 year-old bag, frilly, bra-ed, knicked and VERY bouffant-petticoated. But I had to wear for HIM a VERY- VERY FULL PINK GINGHAM FROCK. The hours went by. HE came back. HE humiliated me. HE had me where he wanted and HE kept me like that for a very long time. HE's gone now. I'm OK but lonely. After all, old bags like me don't expect virile, strong attractive confident MASTERS to take more than a passing interest in 49-year-old bag like me. Can anybody post a message showing that a slut like me is still of use to you? Please. I'll always dress the way you want me to and, if you have any rope and tape.... |
| Name: | Veronica |
| Comments: | .....Yes, he had me tied and gagged and Dressed the way HE
wanted me. A 49 year-old bag, frilly, bra-ed, knicked and VERY bouffant-petticoated. But I had to wear for HIM a VERY- VERY FULL PINK GINGHAM FROCK. The hours went by. HE came back. HE humiliated me. HE had me where he wanted and HE kept me like that for a very long time. HE's gone now. I'm OK but lonely. After all, old bags like me don't expect virile, strong attractive confident MASTERS to take more than a passing interest in 49-year-old bag like me. Can anybody post a message showing that a slut like me is still of use to you? Please. I'll always dress the way you want me to and, if you have any rope and tape.... |
| Name: | Veronica |
| Comments: | .....Yes, he had me tied and gagged and Dressed the way HE
wanted me. A 49 year-old bag, frilly, bra-ed, knicked and VERY bouffant-petticoated. But I had to wear for HIM a VERY- VERY FULL PINK GINGHAM FROCK. The hours went by. HE came back. HE humiliated me. HE had me where he wanted and HE kept me like that for a very long time. HE's gone now. I'm OK but lonely. After all, old bags like me don't expect virile, strong attractive confident MASTERS to take more than a passing interest in 49-year-old bag like me. Can anybody post a message showing that a slut like me is still of use to you? Please. I'll always dress the way you want me to and, if you have any rope and tape.... |
| Name: | Veronica |
| Comments: | .....Yes, he had me tied and gagged and Dressed the way HE
wanted me. A 49 year-old bag, frilly, bra-ed, knicked and VERY bouffant-petticoated. But I had to wear for HIM a VERY- VERY FULL PINK GINGHAM FROCK. The hours went by. HE came back. HE humiliated me. HE had me where he wanted and HE kept me like that for a very long time. HE's gone now. I'm OK but lonely. After all, old bags like me don't expect virile, strong attractive confident MASTERS to take more than a passing interest in 49-year-old bag like me. Can anybody post a message showing that a slut like me is still of use to you? Please. I'll always dress the way you want me to and, if you have any rope and tape.... |
| Name: | Veronca |
| Comments: | PLEASE send your suggestions in as to how YOU would deal
with me and all the other frustrated old bags like me. I'm sure we'll all dress up for YOU the way YOU want us to. And we wn't struggle or scream. |
| Name: | Dominator45 |
| E-mail address: | dominator@mailexcel.com |
| Homepage URL: | http:// |
| Comments: | Hey to everyone out there. Just wanted to let people know
that I have three different and new dreambooks out there. the urls are as follow: sexy lingirie stories http://books.dreambook.com/dominator45/silk.html also: disabled bondage http://books.dreambook.com/dominator45/dbond.html also: bondage-in-laws,ect., http://books.dreambook.com/dominator45/realbon.html pop by and post something, thanx |
| Name: | British Knight |
| E-mail address: | britishknight2010@yahoo.co.uk |
| Homepage URL: | http://clubs.yahoo.com/clubs/cybertieupgames |
| Comments: | Hello. Please visit our new club if you are interested in
playing role-playing tie-up games. http://clubs.yahoo.com/clubs/cybertieupgames |
| Name: | kem04 |
| E-mail address: | kem04@hotmail.com |
| Comments: | Veronica 49 is not old. since I am 43. keep writing. |
| Name: | Veronica |
| Comments: | To Kem04.
Thank you for posting your message. Do YOU have an experience to tell? |
| Name: | RopeMaster |
| Comments: | How many bondage enthusiasts would like to have Veronica at
their mercy. Old bag she may be, but she clearly likes to tell us all about herself. What about it, Bondage Enthusiasts? Oh, Veronica, keep writing...youi're only 49 once! |
| Name: | mike hirschheimer |
| E-mail address: | rcheadaol@.com |
| Comments: | good bondage site |
| Name: | MasterSJB |
| E-mail address: | stebon47@hotmail.com |
| Homepage URL: | http://www.books.dreambook.com/mastersjb/olderwomentied.html |
| Comments: | Take the above url to my new story page. PLEASE COME,
READ, AND FOLLOW THE RULES. THANX. MasterSJB |
| Name: | Kamarack |
| E-mail address: | david_bruce_assoc@hotmail.com |
| Homepage URL: | http://books.dreambook.com/kamarack/main.html |
| Comments: | Hi,
Just to let all you scarf bondage fanatics know that I've started a dreambook to cater specifically for fans of silk scarf bondage, so come and post your experiences and stories. http://books.dreambook.com/kamarack/main.html |
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| Name: | FFree StuffE |
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| E-mail address: | jessica@amateur-porn-cam.com |
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| Comments: | You guys rule. |
| Name: | TierTom |
| E-mail address: | hogtiertom@hotmail.com |
| Comments: |
With one of my best friends I won a bet, so I could torture her for a while. Here ya go a fuckin' true story, hope some of ya will learn from it! She lied there on her stomach and put her hands behind her back. I tied her wrists together (crossed wrists), then tied her ankles as well. When it was done, I took a little padlock and bent her legs upward and pulled on her hands. Of course I linked her ankles to her wrists, with the padlock. She was lying there hogtied and helpless. Well, she tried everything. I watched her struggling. Her fingers were crawling around the padlock, with no use and she tried to pull her ankles and wrists away from each other but it was totally useless, of course. After several minutes of trying, she looked up at me and spoke: “Please, gimme more slack, because I got no chance this way…” I answered her to keep on trying, but she told me that she wanted only 2-3 inches between her wrists and ankles, ‘cause that way she had a chance to move her hands and feet a bit more. “So, you wanna have slack?” I asked. “Only some inches… use rope, please!” I told her to keep on trying for a bit more and then I’d change. She rolled on her back and started to picking the padlock again, with her back arched. I went out of the room for rope and got back there after a short time. She looked at me and I rolled her back, from her side I unlocked the padlock and she stretched with relieve. I looped the rope through her bond wrists and led through the back ring of her collar. She didn’t understand what I was doing first. “What the…?” I pulled on the rope and she had to bring her wrists upward along her spine, until they reached the middle of her back. She said that it was hurt, I told her that she could bent her head up and back, that would help. She rose her head and I pulled again on the rope. Now her head was tilted back and her hands couldn’t be lowered. I said “Legs up, babe!” “Oh, no… you…” she replied “Ya waned rope, so here you go. ” I told her and with one hand I held the rope with the other I grabbed her tied ankles and pulled them. They were getting closer to her butt, but I kept pulling them. Her knees lost touch with the ground, only a bit – and then I linked the rope’s end to her ankles. She was in panic. At first she tried to stretch, but she felt her hands being torn out, not to mention her neck. I didn’t let any slack at all, so she couldn’t make a move. I started tickle her feet, but she couldn’t say a world, because her throat was pulled by the collar. I told her that if she makes any voice, I’d gag her, right away and pulled out a ball of rag… she kept quite. Then I double checked her ropes and sat down next to her. I kept her in this position for 10-12 minutes, and her muscles went limb... she was chokin' a bit, so I let her loose. If ya wanna know more about these stories, mail me! Right now! TierTom |
| Name: | Annissa |
| E-mail address: | annissa@pinto-horses.org |
| Homepage URL: | http://www.pinto-horses.org |
| Comments: | Very good job on your website! |
| Name: | Lorraine |
| E-mail address: | lorraine@lorraineshomepage.com |
| Homepage URL: | http://www.lorraineshomepage.com |
| Comments: | I really thought your page was cool, good stuff, lorraine |
| Name: | Lara |
| E-mail address: | lara@cuteandsingle.com |
| Homepage URL: | http://cuteandsingle.com |
| Comments: | Great idea. I loved it. |
| Name: | Frederick NOSPAM |
| E-mail address: | fred@vomjupiter.net |
| Homepage URL: | http://www.fearmypower.com/ |
| Comments: | With compliments. |
| Name: | Steve |
| Comments: | I had been chatting with Kathy on the internet for a couple of months. During that correspondence I leanred that we shared a common interest in bondage so she decided to meet me for some bondage play. Well on the appointed day she came over to my apartment and we had a good time as I tied and gagged her in several positions. At one point I had her stripped down to a thong bikini panty, gagged, tied and blindfolded. Just as I finished tying her up there was a knock at the door. Since Kathy was gagged she certainly couldn't say anything so I just decided to ignore the door. What we didn't know was that my neighbor Carrie was at the door wondering if I was home. I had dated her for awhile and we had become good friends but I had never revealed my interest in bondage to her. Well I am out of town on buisness a lot and Carrie had a key to my apartment and she picked that moment to use it and come in. When she walked through the front door there was Kathy all tied and gagged. Well I kind of panicked and grabbed Carrie from behind and clmaped my hand over her mouth so she couldn't call out. Then I pushed her to the floor, slapped a strip of tape over her mouth and tied her hands behind her back. then to make sure she couldn't get up I teied her ankles together and added some more tape to her mouth. Ok now what the heck to I do. Kathy was sitting there mmmphing and struggling and I think what was happening scared her. Carrie was also on the floor struggling and mmmphing. I decided to strip Carrie of the skirt she was wearing, yea I wanted to see her in her panties. Then I got a video Camera and taped both of the ladies as I moved to tie them face to face both stripped topless, the tips of thier tits touching. I sat their and watched them struggle together for several minutes. Then I walked over to Carrie and explained to here that Kathy and I were friends, that we do this for fun and nothing wrong was going on. Kathy shook her head in agreement. I ungagged Carrie and told her that I was going to release her but would keep the video and show it around if she was to tell what happened to anyone. Well I released Carrie and she put her clothes back on and left. Kathy and I finished our bondage play, her telling me that she kind of liked the suprise of being tied to another woman. On the other hand Carrie moved a short time later and I never saw her again |
| Name: | ... |
| Comments: | Whatever happened to that story on EHarris' old dreambook where the guy related a story about his mother, sister and her friends being stripped down to their bra and panties and standing against the wall with their hands behind their heads while the burglars searched their clothes? The one with arthritis was left on the bed hogtied, blindfolded and gagged. Before the burglars left, they let everyone use the bathroom but they were watched. Anyone remember that story? |
| Name: | Jay |
| Comments: | Whatever happened to that story on Eharris' old dreambook where the guy relates how his mother, sister and her friends were all stripped down to their bra and panties and forced to stand against the wall with their hands behind their heads while the burglars searched their clothes? The one with arthritis was left hogtied, blindfolded and gagged on the bed while the others were on the kitchen floor. Before the burglars left, they made sure all the girls had used the bathroom, but watched them. Anyone remember this one? |
| Name: | Jay |
| Comments: | Yeah, Greg. Let's hear it. |
| Name: | peek |
| Comments: | err... is anyone here? |
| Name: | Mike |
| Comments: | site working or what? |
| Name: | JONATHAN |
| Name: | Dr. David |
| E-mail address: | changing@yahoo.com |
| Homepage URL: | http://bondageblog.com |
| Comments: | I was 15 and went to my friends house. He was gone but his 10 year old sister answered the door. After telling me that, she grabed my hand and pulled me into the house. Telling me she had to show me something and be very quiet. She opened a bedroom door where another girl was tied to the bed. |
| Name: | william |
| E-mail address: | smith.william@gmail.com |
| Comments: | Love your stories |
| Name: | Lincoln Shitting |
| Homepage URL: | http://www.lincoln-shitting.com |
| Comments: | Tied up and going abeshit |
| Name: | Former Churchgoer |
| E-mail address: | paolo860@sbcglobal.net |
| Homepage URL: | http://www.cockringwarehouse.com |
| Comments: | On Saturday nights, I have a special friend that I visit. Sometimes one of us ties the other up, but we usually try to tie each other up until there's only one hand left. We call it the pleasure hand.
Over the years, we've amassed quite a collection of dongs, gel toys, squirt guns, push pins, bungee cords, you name it... One Saturday he told me he wouldn't be around because he was going to some kind of event being held in an area known for its gay bars. What the fuck?! I knew I'd be by myself, so I decided to go all out! I set up a jungle gym with a tire swing filled with sex toys and a modified see-saw. When either side of the see-saw goes down, dildos on the platform below pop up through hole in the seats. While the other ends go up, an extension hits one of the soap dispensers on either side that squeeze out chocolate syrup. Above the see-saw is an overhead chandelier with upside-down spice shakers that are filled with glitter, triggered by a string I could pull with my mouth. It's so fucking awesome. Good times! |
| Name: | Sandy Bernabei |
| E-mail address: | sandybernabei |
| Homepage URL: | http://www.lincoln-shitting.com |
| 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. |
| Name: | Sandra |
| E-mail address: | sandy.bernabei@gmail.com |
| Comments: | You don't know how much of a release this site is for me.
Keep up the good work! |
| Name: | leslie |
| E-mail address: | leslielovesbondage@yahoo.com |
| Comments: | id love to talk about bondage and see pics of real life girls in bondage. email me. please. if u can send me pics of yu being tied or of you tying other id love it please |
| Name: | Lissa |
| Comments: | About 5 weeks ago I had a bondage experience I'll not forget any time soon.Lemme explain.My names Lissa,I'm an African american girl that's 17,and a size 34 CD.I'm 6"2 and I'm really interested in bondage.I've had quite a few bondage experiences.But I'm sidetracking right now.3 months ago,I met a boy Named Xander.He was hot,5"9,and athletic.After a couple weeks,we learned we were both interested in bondage.Our first bondage appointment he was the domme,and gave me some whippings,put me in a super hogtie and stuck some vibes in me.I cummed about 10 times,I was so horny.And at the next appointment I would be the domme.Now to then.I went over to his house with my bondage kit."So,I think I'm gonna start you off with a strapedo.What do you think?" He looked at me wierdly."I thought I was going to be domme this time around.""No, I was.Remember?" As I said this,he took out a bunch of rope."Strip down to your bra and panties now." As I began to protest,he shoved me down to the bed and flipped me over.I squealed and squirmed,but he cuffed me and tied my ankles togeher.Then he gagged me and proceeded to strip me to nothing.Then he put me in a super hogtie and shoved his cock up my butt.He put a very strong vibe with sensors on it to go up a level every time I cum up to level 10 in my pussy.I screamed into my gag almost immediately.He spread eagles me out on the bed and shoves his hands on to my tits.I try to squirm but only get myself hurt cause of the hogtie.Then,he takes out a crotchrope and puts it right next to the vibe,making it go even deeper.I start humping it,trying to make it stop.I can't take it anymore and cum.The vibe doubles in power.He then attaches nipple clamps to my boobs and weighs them down with a bag of paperclips.He then takes my gag out,immediatly replacing it with his rock hard cock.I squeal and then cum.Vibrator Increases power.He shoves a long dildo up my butt now.I'm practically hyperventillating now.Then he starts tickling my feet.I cum.He then takes his cock out of my mouth then replaces it with cloth and a penis gag.He then gets me up and moves me Into strapedo position.I cum.He pumps water through the dildo In my butt.He tickles my boobs.I squeal and cum. |
| Name: | Mike |
| E-mail address: | bndgguy1@yahoo.com |
| Comments: | HI, I am a male very interested in bondage. If any girls on here would like to roleplay with me, please email me! Thanks |