Today’s pictures are from @GSXRLad_E14 on Twitter
Monthly Archives: February 2016
It’s Good to Be the Boss
By ty dehner
You wake up to the smell of the leather gloves on your hands as you do every morning, thinking how good it is to be Boss. Rolling over, you find your property just the way you want it to be — encased in a hood and leather straightjacket. You like that you allowed it to be lying next to you and find it nice and warm this morning. Lying on your back, you look at the ceiling and spend a moment thinking of how good your life is as the Boss of your kingdom and the property you own. Without thinking, you find yourself gently stroking yourself with your leather-gloved hand.
Turning your head and looking at your helpless property, you push it over and climb on its back. You hear a slight moan coming from the encased head, and you smile a bit. As you settle atop your property, you hear the locks jangle a bit and tug on the straps that you secured a long while ago.
Locked down with lots of chains
The men of Serious Male Bondage sure know how to keep a guy down:
To see more heavy bondage like this, with heavy chains and padlocks, visit Serious Male Bondage
Bound in a red latex body suit
Interesting bondage predicaments
The pictures above are from the Metalbond archives. They were sent by a blog reader who was going by the screen name of batardsm.
Hidden Storage
By Rubrpig
Part 1 – Capture and Storage
Alex woke up and stretched. He got up and walked to the bathroom and had a piss. Time for breakfast and coffee before heading to work. He walked downstairs to the smell of fresh coffee and breakfast cooking. His slave had as usual was up, as the time lock on its cell released it to prepare for its owner’s breakfast. He walked into the kitchen, his cock, eight inches soft, swung as he walked in yawning. His coffee and breakfast was ready and on the table waiting for him. The slave was kneeling in the corner head down waiting for orders. Alex ate his breakfast and relaxed over his coffee and read the paper that he had instructed the slave to fetch from the front step. Time to head to work. He headed back up stairs to shower and dress leaving the slave to clean up the kitchen. On his way out, he told the slave that he would be late returning this evening. He was to clean the house, prepare a cold supper for his owner and wait for him to return. The slave nodded to acknowledge the instructions and Alex headed for the garage and left for work.
The slave spent the day cleaning and maintaining its owner’s home and belongings. Its owner’s boots, shoes, and leathers were cleaned, polished and treated. The house was cleaned and everything was soon as its owner preferred it to look. Along the way it ate what it was allowed and drank water from its bowl to keep itself hydrated. It looked at the time and prepared the cold supper of roasted chicken and salad and put it in the fridge ready for serving. it then took its place in the corner of the kitchen to wait for its owner’s return. Waiting patiently, it slowly slipped into a light sleep but was startled by a sudden sound which seemed to come from the back of the house. it quickly got to its feet and went to check the house. it walked into the rear sunroom of the house and standing there were three men in racing leathers, boots, gloves and helmets. They were armed. The slave stopped and put its arms up to surrender to show them it would behave.
Lunatic wine
Bryan Cole posted this to his Twitter feed:
Get your bottle of Lunatic wine here. Handcuff keys not included.
The Stag Night
By NWsubguy
The stag week had been going better than expected. Ben, the guy a week from marriage, had been having a great time enjoying the last few days of freedom in Amsterdam. Even I had managed to put an ill-advised night between myself and his fiancée out of my mind, at least enough not to give away what had happened to Ben.
All in all there were 5 of us and the week had been spent mainly drinking and exploring the seedier areas but on the last night the best man Mark had suggested visiting a fetish club that he thought would give Ben a suitable send off into married life. I’d had one or two sessions of being loosely tied up but had never really got into it and considered myself fairly vanilla so I had no real idea what to expect from the night but was willing to give it my all in an effort to keep Ben happy.
From the outside the club seemed like any other. There were a couple of bouncers at the front of a pretty large queue made of people in both normal night out clothes and some others in more extreme, and often revealing, outfits. I started to head to the back of the queue but Mark stopped me and said that he’d called ahead and got our names on the list so we could go straight in which, considering the cold weather, seemed like a definite blessing. We all gave all our names to the bouncer and they just nodded as each of us went in but as I went past one patted me on the shoulder and said “hope you enjoy your time here” to which I just replied “thanks” and hurried to get in. Looking behind me on the way down the corridor I saw the 2 bouncers laughing to each other over something.