By unknown
As my master (my real master) put the shackles on he said, “You will be in bondage for the rest of your life, it may change from time to time, but you will never again know what it is like to be free”. My master then helped me on to the buckboard it was very difficult to climb up in shackles.
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By Chained Muscle
You’d made it in the force if you were invited to one of the police commissioner’s private gala evenings. Most younger invitees were a bit perplexed. Not allowed to bring a wife/partner? Yawn. But your boss made it clear that this was a full suit event, smarten up and look good son or you’re on the beat till you retire.
By Mister-X / Spartan
When I awoke the next morning, I was noticing the smell of my body. It was the seventh day since I’d arrived here, and I hadn’t washed. Despite this, I was feeling a little better about myself. I figured I’d worked off the two demerits, and I had been able to withstand some awfully extreme bondage and punishment. Those were what I’d paid to go through, though I hadn’t expected them to be this severe. But a frustration was that I hadn’t been able to cum with that chastity device on. I wondered whether it would ever be removed during my stay here.
By JR
After our very intense weekend with David’s new friends, I was excited for the next encounter. I had no idea what they looked like, but I started to crave the creative and strict punishments they administered and I especially enjoyed the effect they had on my boyfriend. Now, with these unknown guys holding the keys to my chastity device, there was no reason to even beg David for release.
By Doug UK
In many ways the relationship between Matthew and me is very conventional, almost vanilla. I’m often the ‘bottom’ and he’s often the ‘top’ but this does not define us. I’m a bit of a masochist, and he’s a bit of a sadist, but it’s definitely not an S and M relationship, and in no way are we master and slave.
By lukex
I was sitting in my room, attempting to read an assignment for class, but mostly just looking out the window at the brilliant early fall day. College had started a little more than a month before, and while I was adjusting just fine, at times I found myself wistful for my small hometown world. The plaza outside the dorm was full of students, on the way back from class, walking over to the student union next door to hang out, returning from sports practice. How could I be expected to study when just outside my window were dozens of beautiful, hunky young men walking about?
Here is a thread that someone might weave into a story. I note that cyber bondage is a subset of our kink, executed by a webcam and the internet. A few authors have woven elements of cyber control into their plots. slave alex’s master soldered a GPS recording tracker module to alex’s keyring, so his movements during the day were logged and alex was obligated to a daily upload to his master’s database. The advertisement by a slave for a master posted on your blog contained the idea of being chained, standing overnight at attention in the basement for not meeting his master’s work quota for the day.
By RbbrStorage
Jason could have sat there all afternoon. A California beach. A beautiful day. Pounding surf. And surfers. Hot, young, tanned, muscular surfers in tight, shiny rubber and neoprene wetsuits. This was the image that had brought Jason to California – this, and the fact that the declining U.S. dollar made it impossible for him to spend the entire summer in Europe. At 21, he had just graduated from college, had no idea what he wanted to do with his life, and was certain that a few months of wandering would clear his head and give him direction. And right now, that direction was due west, where he found himself drooling over the image of a masculine stud stripping out of his wetsuit in the middle of the beach and drying himself off. All those winters wasted in Michigan – if only Jason could have had parents who lived in California.
“You a surfer?”
