By PFC Pflege
I was twenty-four when I finished my tour of duty in the Marine Corps, and returned to Philadelphia. After a while, I finally landed a job which paid pretty well, and I was able to afford my own place in center city, half of a row house. I had the basement and the first floor; two guys had the upper two floors and the roof deck.
By Rob
Everyone, especially those of us who are into kink like leather, rubber, bondage, SM or any of its derivatives, has a particular set of fantasies that usually evolve from experience to the nest. There are those fantasies that persist even after experience or multiple similar experiences.
By Unknown
I went to visit a buddy one afternoon, we hadn’t seen each other in a while, I was lookin forward to it, I got to his place, he came to the door and we shook hands and hugged, I went inside, he had another friend over that I didn’t know, he introduced me, we shook hands and I noticed how strong his grip is, he’s a pretty muscular guy, as is my buddy, we used to work out together.
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.
