By pwnedpuppy
Our responsibilities are actually pretty basic when it comes to playing in the “Weekend Box,” as we came to call it.
He puts me in it, secures it, makes sure i’m watered and fed, and then at the end of the weekend, i’m released. i love the storage aspect of it, He loves the idea that He owns me, and i can’t escape without His help.
By old boy bill
Chapter 1: Finally Meet
We/we had corresponded on recon and aol for several weeks. Apparently what HE wanted and what I needed were dead on. He said He had strong need for control. As a boi-slave, I needed to be controlled. He got hard inflicting pain. I needed pain. He got turned on by bondage. I crave bondage, not symbolic or fake, but real straps, a real straight jacket, inescapable until He lets me out.
By Rich
In September of this year, on a cold afternoon, I decided it was too cold to ride my regular motor unit, a BMW r1150p, and decided not to change out of my uniform and just jump into a patrol vehicle. I’ve been an officer with the California Highway Patrol for 8 years and a motor unit for 4 years. It’s the best job in the world and I can’t think of doing anything else.
By Doug UK
“Born with a silver spoon in his mouth!” That’s how they used to talk about me: a strange old English expression, because I had wealthy parents. Both of them barristers, ultra-conservative, conventional, living a home-counties life-style, with me as the trophy son, pampered and to be well-prepared to follow them into the rich dull world of the law and all its trappings. Shame really, as I must have been such a disappointment.
By JocKDieseL
My handler John had always been very “creative” when he played with me, but this was one of my more memorable training sessions.
My lesson of the day was to be an exercise in both humility and pride simultaneously. My handler told me that you cannot have one without the other, and I believed him.
By Quandt
I think it was 1988 when I found Fledermaus through his Magazine DUNGEON MASTER. I read so much about him in Drummer Magazine and Dungeon Master that I thought he would be the perfect man to bring me into the world of Leather and BDSM.
By Marknorth
It had to be at least the fourth time, but it might have been the fifth or sixth. I had lost count. It was a Tom “Ropes” McGurk video streaming in a loop from my pay-per-view account. The minutes remaining on my account were slowly ticking down which meant that they would soon be using my debit card to add more.
By Mister-X / Spartan
I got almost no sleep that night. The realization that Raoul now had carte blanche to do to me whatever he wanted to do was enough to keep me awake all night. I wasn’t in as difficult a position as Joe had put me in for the past month, so that wasn’t a problem.
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