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By Hot Boy
Australia
Perth Old Jail Museum
After a fairly boring day looking round Perth, Ross stumbled upon the Old Jail. He quite fancied a look around — it would allow him to indulge in some nice fantasies. However, it looked like it was closed tomorrow — the sign saying, “Closed Wednesday” was a clue — and the security guard seemed to be locking up.
“We’re just closing, mate,” he said.
“No chance of a quick look around?” asked Ross.
“No, mate.” The guard looked Ross up and down, he was a handsome lad in his early twenties, “…although…” he seemed to think for a while, “…we do have a special interactive tour. Although, since it’s quite a bit longer, it is a bit more expensive. I think you’ll really get a lot out of it though.” He grinned, “It sure will be memorable.”
“Eh, yeah, okay, that sounds pretty cool.”
“Come on in then.”
Ross stepped into the foyer, and the guard picked a key from his large bunch and locked the door.
“The idea of the interactive tour,” explained the guard, “is that you get to really experience what it’s like to be a prisoner.”
By slave Mark
This is a genuine story of my life as an owned slave. I will add further stories if anyone is interested.
I met my ex owner on a BDSM web site after chatting and exchanging messages I travelled to be his owned and controlled slave. Master had told me he wanted full control of my life I would have no privacy no rights no secrets. I would be controlled in every aspect of my life and suffer from any errors on my part.
So I packed everything up and made the 6 hour journey by coach wearing what he had instructed me to wear and following his instructions for travel, I was to sit with my hands on my knees, not allowed to read, eat or drink on the journey during comfort breaks I was to get off coach and stand to the side with hands behind back legs apart head bowed.
It was a long journey which gave me time to think of my life ahead.
Upon arrival I collected my bags and made my way to Master I knelt Infront of him and handed him my bag of personal items including passport and wallet.
By ToughCoach
My trainees are athletes who crave discipline and structure and take pride in saying “Yes, Sir” as they sweat and suffer. They accumulate demerits and have to pay them off in a very unpleasant Incentive Physical Training (IPT) session. Once accepted after meeting induction standards and passing a fitness test, trainees receive the following rules.
By leatherkinkboy
I was running a bit late for the job interview. If I took public transport I would definitely be too late. I did not want to risk that, as I was really keen on getting that position. The reason why I was running late was because I was watching porn. I kept myself locked since a week in a tight cobra chastity cage, and I was constantly horny since then. The feeling of submissiveness and humiliation a chastity cage gives me is really horny to me, so I wear it quite often. Sadly I have nobody who would want to control the keys for me for longer periods but it is also fun to keep myself locked while chatting with dominant guys on the internet who motivate me to stay locked and denied longer and longer.
So I was watching porn of a guy in some kind of leather bondage suit, completely helpless, strapped down, gagged, hooded and only his locked cock was showing out. This image was so hot to me. He was tortured, verbally humiliated, and touched by several men in the video. At some point they unzipped a zipper at his ass and started fucking him. After cumming into him they plugged him again. I got really carried away with this video.
By AnvilArt
The setting: Bedroom with king size bed. Chains in all four corners secured. Laid spread eagle with both legs spread apart taught as far as I could go. Connected to the chains. One gallon jug of hard ice water with a key inside frozen to a cord. The cord is twisted around my wrist. From the top of the bed chains are coming down straight above my head secured to the top of the bed. E-stim on my balls and an e-stim butt plug in my ass. An e-stim amplifier hooked to repeating music selected from previous e-stim sessions.
A timer with two dozen switches. For on and off for the e-stim. So e-stim is playing repeatedly from music nonstop. The timer turns it on and off. It’s like 15 minutes on 30 minutes off then 30 minutes on. Two hours off then 30 minutes on, etc. Random settings out of my control.
By CONVICTEddie
Before CJ Hernandez was my boyfriend, he was a hot-shot defense attorney in my city. You would see his face and name all over the city on billboards and on local TV ads.
My name is Jason Walker. I was a financial advisor at a small firm. I dreamed of one day making it big at a well-known firm, but for now I was struggling. After all, I got my degrees from a local college and not from an Ivy League. I had borrowed a lot of money to get these degrees, and they were not paying for themselves. I had converted my garage into a prison cell and would have people pay me to be inmates. At the moment I had three inmates in there, but I had not disclosed this to my guests. I had warned them to keep quiet because I had guests and would punish them if they made noise.
By Zander
Part 1
I can’t say it was an ambition of mine from my pubescent days, although I was very aware of it even then. I took notice of men in news reports on crime wearing cuffs and shackles doing the perp walk. Historical movies and displays depicting bondage and the devices of it also got my attention. I did notice these things stimulated my already easily triggered teenage libido. Having no access to such things relegated my interest to just that.
It was not until I had my first homosexual encounter that many long-discarded fantasies came to the fore. I had repressed those sexual feelings all through college — even had a few girlfriends along the way. Now 26 years old and working a low-level management track job for a healthcare company, I was told one morning to go to the lobby and meet my intern, Jim, and give him some low-level tasks to occupy the next six weeks.
Continue reading It’s What I Wanted: A Bondage Story by and About Zander