By Jamie
A good friend Gary and I made a pilgrimage to New York City back in December of 1993. I was showing him the sights on Christopher St and we ended up at The Leather Man. On prominent display was a heavy steel dog cage in the middle of the store. I was showing this cage to Gary when I heard a voice behind me, “Do you like that?”
“Oh yes, it is very impressive.” I replied.
In an authoritative voice I was commanded, “Get in!”
I did.
By Jamie and Dean
When Jamie arrives he is to sign the contract within 5 minutes of arriving.
As soon as he has finished signing the contract he must be picked up and put face down on the bondage table. Ensure he is in the correct position. Place his neck in the neck stock and padlock closed. Now fasten his wrists to each leg of the table using the padded metal manacles that are bolted to the front two legs, and padlock securely closed. Then place his ankles in the stocks bolted to the end of the bondage table, and padlock closed. You must now start to strap his legs, arms and body securely down to the table using the metal straps and secure each one with a padlock.
By Mikey
They freed me from the neoprene sack, after struggling so much, I was covered in sweat and drool from the gag, but very happy and turned on. Mark had set up a standing metal cage in the corner closet, so Dalton grabbed a Mr. S leather straightjacket, and they put me in it, wearing nothing by my Wescos. Daddy Tony strapped it up nice and tight too, making sure the sleeve buckles went underneath the loops on the side of the jacket, and cinching up the strap on the forearms nice and tight!
By Silkshirt
Here is a story that I started but never finished. I thought you might like to read it or pass it on to one of your writers to add or alter as he wishes.
I could barely see his outline, as I stared out into the darkness. Feeling the rope that held my arms tightly, cut into my wrist, behind the chair that I had been placed on.
“Time to get that collar on you, lad,” I heard him say, as the shadow moved behind the chair. I feel the coldness of the brass collar stud against my neck as he placed them front and back into the shirt tunic he had forced me into earlier. “I’ve gotten for you a stunner today lad, lets get ya in it boy, where you belong.”
Note from the author: The below work is erotic bondage fiction. I am not affiliated with Mister S. Leather in any way (although I can’t say I wouldn’t want this to happen to me). The story contains strong sexual content, and readers should not read if they are under 18 or otherwise prohibited.
A SLAVE’S TOUR OF THE MISTER S. LEATHER SHOP
By Phil Larson, Twitter: @tiemeupphil84
I have an addiction. And it’s porn blogging. It started a couple years ago when I discovered tumblr. Late to the game as usual, but I found the stuff people would blog so intensely hot. It started to replace going to the computer to get off. The more I blogged, the more I enjoyed it. Soon, I had more and more people following me and something else got me off, seeing pictures of people going balls to the wall with their inner slut and posting their own content.
At first I was too scared to, but as much as it frightened me, it excited my 7-and-a-half inch cock even more. I started to rationalize in my head. “I’ve posted stuff to dating websites before,” but there’s something more public about this. Eventually my dick got the better of me and I posted some photos of me in bondage.
Continue reading A Slave’s Tour of the Mister S. Leather Shop
By Lycralad71
I am a bit of a gym jock. I go to the gym regularly, and I like to work out with weights and cardio. I’m quite proud of the body I’ve built up, and I like to show it off at the gym by wearing UA Lycra tights and tops. Some might say that I am vain, but I am not as big as some guys; I would say that I have an athletic build.
I go to a 24-hour gym. From 9 pm Friday it’s only manned by one staff member, and it’s usually quiet. I went in at about 9:30. I planned to spend a couple of hours there, my usual hour of lifting heavy weights and then an hour of cardio interval training.
At 11:30 I got off the treadmill sweating and headed to the changing room lockers, where I had left my car keys. I never get changed in there, as I like to arrive in my gym gear. I suppose I like the attention from the other gym members. As I opened my locker I felt a cloth across my mouth from behind. Then everything went black …
Meet in a hotel room, bring the following:
shorts
jock
jock tea
tape measure
coin
big dick contest loser sign
tape
bottles of beer
shaving cream
pie tins
deck of cards
bucket or jug for pisspot
piss gag
briefs
paddle
blindfold
peanut butter
dove soap
icyhot
wrist restraints
gunge supplies
paper towels
garbage bags
supplies for ultimate loser punishment if you win
Pre-challenge A – Big dick contest
Both guys strip to shorts and jock, no cockrings, ballstrechers or any other “toys” can be worn on any part of the body. Stand facing away from each other and drop shorts and jock. Both guys get as hard as they can, then after 60 seconds turn and face each other and compare dick size.
By Nate Stone
Sorry for cutting off your questions about my bracelet and vacation earlier today. You deserve the full answer and it’s definitely NSFW. The bracelet is not a political statement. Definitely not a political statement.
It all started a couple of months ago in the Play Pen part of ConCom. Someone posted that he was tired of cyber role play and wanted to experience a real jail and real prison time. A C.O. Jones replied that if the poster wanted something more realistic he should send Jones a private message. I sent Jones one, making it clear I wasn’t the person who posted the original comment.
Jones and I had a long chat online, trading wisecracks as well as credentials. C.O. stood for Corrections Officer, which was what he claimed to be in real life.
