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Pleasing Sir

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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.”

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Number 6 – Part 3

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By Mister-X / Spartan

After that middle of the night conversation, nothing out of the ordinary happened for a week. I’d been taken back to the gym for my exercises, and had started getting my body back into proper condition. Then one day there was a change. The three guards came into my room again, including the one who had visited me. I was soon being marched, restrained as always, to another room.

I was sat down on a metal chair which had straps attached, and was soon restrained tightly to it. Another man entered the room. The three guards were positioned at the back. My blindfold and gag were removed. When he started speaking I recognized the voice who had addressed all of us. I realized then that this had been a test.

“Number 6, I am disappointed in you. You were visited by one of my guards with a story to test your loyalty to me, and you didn’t report the conversation. Why?”

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Number 6 – Part 2

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By Mister-X / Spartan

Soon I heard a cart being wheeled down the hallway. It was stopped at my cell, and my door was opened. I found myself being lifted off the bed by two men and taken over to where I thought the cart was stopped. I was set down, apparently on the cart. I was in a sitting position, though the seat was sunken, so that it would take quite an effort for me to get myself up and out of the seat even if completely unrestrained. I felt straps being placed over various parts of my body and being pulled tight. Over my ankles, over my lower legs, over my upper legs, on and on it went, each strap tightly attaching me to the cart, pulled tight and buckled. Finally, with the straps over my neck and mouth, I was ready to be transported. It was quickly and efficiently done.

I was wheeled down the hallway and into a large room. I could hear the sound of a lot of people talking, which gradually died down as I was wheeled into the room. Finally I was stopped being moved. I heard someone say “take off his blindfold. I always like to see the fear in my victim’s eyes.” The person’s voice was being magnified so it could be heard throughout the room.

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Number 6 – Part 1

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By Mister-X / Spartan

I was standing in the middle of nowhere. My instructions were to take the bus to that location and get off. I looked around and saw nothing but flat land that had crops growing on it. I felt like that Cary Grant character in the Hitchcock movie “North by Northwest.” Fortunately I didn’t see any crop-dusting plane starting to come toward me. At least, not yet.

There was also another important difference from the character in the movie. I had been given a coat to wear on the journey along with the bus ticket. The instructions were to empty out my bowels and bladder before boarding the bus, as well as to get something to eat, then put on the coat, zip it up, fasten the belt, but don’t put my hands in the pockets or raise the hood. It would be a two-hour bus ride.

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Rubber Meets the Road – Part 2

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By ty dehner

i was jolted awake, as the big rig crashed into something. Then i realized, we must be in the freight yard, and Tony was picking up the trailer. i had fallen asleep, being in the rubber cocoon that i was in. When i get into bondage, i get so relaxed.

Oh sure, i was sweating like a pig and had to piss something awful, but i was enjoying this bondage. Tony was certainly showing me the rubber lover that i am! i wonder how he is feeling, knowing that he has me in the back of his cab, totally encased in rubber. His helpless rubber slave, wearing a full rubber suit, rubber hood, in a rubber sleep sack. Just as i wondered, that damn shocking butt plug was activated again! i know he must have heard the noise that shot from the piss gag in my mouth. He was adding juice to the voltage and the shocks were getting intense. As the shocks occurred, my crotch seemed to arch off the bed. It was almost painful, because my full kidneys wanted to release. Shock after shock, finally i could hold back no more and i let the piss flow. He must have positioned my dick towards my chest, for i felt the warmth of the piss flowing over my stomach and chest, then running down my sides. It puddled under my back, joining the small pool of sweat that was forming.

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Rubber Meets the Road – Part 1

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By ty dehner

That FedEx guy was pretty damn cute. They always look good in their deep purple uniforms. If he knew what might be in the box that i just signed for, he might just be staying instead of driving off.

In my hands was the box the Tony said would arrive today. Actually it arrived at the time he said. i took it to the computer room and cut off the brown wrap. There, taped to the top of the box was a note:

Inside you will find directions as to what to do to prepare for our meeting in two hours. Also, the gear that i want you to be is enclosed. Follow the directions as written, do not screw up or be late, or we will not meet this time. Before you open this box, strip naked!

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My Rockview Mental Institution Stay – Part 4: Wet Sheet Therapy

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By Straitjacketkwf2

As I have previously noted, Rockview Mental Institution is modeled from the period of the late 1940s and 1950s, before Thorazine became the preferred method of controlling and calming the disturbed patient. In that era the straitjacket, the padded cell, four-point restraint, therapy baths and the cold wet pack treatment were in common use. The staff at Rockview concluded that I was still too agitated despite the treatments I had experienced during my first full day and second night. It was time to up the ante so to speak: I would be subjected to the wet sheet pack.

The treatment involves wrapping the patient from neck to below the feet in cold sheets and heavy blankets. The body heat from the patient warms the sheets to a very warm state; the transfer of heat requires tremendous work on the part of the body and the patient is left lethargic and exhausted from the experience.

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Jail Story – Part 3

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By Bound2Plzu

After a winter that seemed to have no end, we seemed to skip spring and go right into 
summer. I was thrilled beyond belief when the phone rang on Friday afternoon and it was my policeman friend Troy. He asked if I was ready to spend some more jail time over the weekend. I said, “Of course I am!” He said he’d pick me up during his evening shift.

At 5, I hustled home, changed into jeans and a tee, threw some cuffs and leg irons into a small gym bag and was ready. After I grabbed a sandwich, Troy knocked on the door and we were off. The jail building was unchanged from the fall. Up on third floor the cells were just as they had been when we left them. The usual clicks and clank noises and my cell opened up. I entered with my bag, and Troy left the control leavers and followed me in.

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