By Mister-X / Spartan
While surfing the internet I came across an interesting ad. “Spend your vacation living your bondage fantasies at our secluded location. Packages available for two weeks, a month, three months, six months and a year. Program tailored to your specific desires. Passport required, as our location is in Guatemala. If interested, request our application form.” An e-mail address was given.
Continue reading Another Bondage Fantasy World Client — Part 1
By Mister-X / Spartan
Chris had finished the house work. Danny was planning to take him to a party that evening. It was at Vincent’s home. Danny knew him, but Chris only knew his reputation as a very sadistic dom who would sometimes take other subs. Danny had kept Chris in his house for the last two months for his slave training.
By Red
Chapter 5 – The Test Enters a Rough Phase
Soon after the guards had left for the day I began to hear the hum of a motor. It sounded like it was geared down to move slowly but strongly. Although all of my senses were at attention I could not feel any assault on my body for about a half hour. Suddenly I knew what was going on. Something that they had lowered into the Pit while they were fitting my new chains was approaching my asshole.
By Rubber Dog
His Master brought the straitjacket back from the far end of the playroom where it had been stored with some of the other larger pieces of restraint he often used; his boy laid out on the table was still trying to keep still but had taken to gently and ever so slightly pushing his butt down into the padding and thereby gaining some leverage with the plug.
He let him do this for a moment or two until the slave started to moan and then firmly slapped the slave’s dick through the restraints. This elicited what would have been a yelp and a well-caught instinctive attempt to move his hands to his dick’s protection. He would have been disappointed if the boy hadn’t caught this reflex and he smiled to himself that already the boy was learning.
Getting the jacket on was not as difficult as it sometimes was when he’d gotten slaves to this point of the storage process; occasionally they had already decided they wanted out and wrestling the straitjacket onto them took time and considerable effort. In fact the last time that had happened had made him rethink just how much of the impending captivity he let the slaves see before beginning the encasement. Certainly the desperate struggling and fight for freedom had its plus points and he still wasn’t sure if he should hood a victim early on since this deprived them of a view of the box up-close, and deprived him of seeing their reaction to it.
By lukex
I ended up sleeping with my hands tied behind my back and cum on my face, since Danny had gone to sleep without untying me after I’d blown him, Adam, and Marc. The more I thought about it, I felt alternately angry and excited about the way Danny had treated me, exposing me to a vulnerable situation when I was in the dorm hallway with my hands tied behind me and his cum all over my face.
By Red
I saw the advertisement on the Metalbond blog. Since I had been forced to take a month off from work because of the company’s new vacation policy, I applied. Rather than forfeit my accumulated vacation days, I decided to submit an application for 30 days in heavy chains that the advertisement on Metalbond was offering. I never expected my hastily prepared short essay would win, but I duly received a notice informing me of my being selected for a month of heavy metal prison restraint testing.
By PFC Pflege
I stood up, and looked at Vasquez. I liked what I saw. I had already gagged him before I tied his ankles, so there was little left to be done. It was nearly midnight, but the unair-conditioned barracks were very warm from Hawaii’s heat, and it never really cooled off, even after the sun set. Vasquez was lying face up on the foam rubber padding which I kept on my bed.
By Rubber Dog
The boy’s visual record of his ordeal had ended as the hood had been fitted over his head; its thickness virtually unyielding to even the smallest attempted movement of his jaw. The shock of the massive plug had made him try to scream, but he’d not even been able to do this properly, rather instead sending a shock of pain through his jaw and neck as he involuntarily tried to throw open his mouth.
This, in turn had caused him problems with the gag, again almost choking him as it threatened to trigger his yet untamed gag reflex. Now, for a few moments he was left alone, panting hard and testing the restraints occasionally with agitated struggles but of course he was still held firm. Through the thickness of the hood he could just about make out the sounds of his snorting breathing from the end of the thick mouth tube, that and the slight vibration it made across the rubber of his face.
His master watched this for a few minutes: the sporadic struggling gradually became less and less frantic as the boy accepted his predicament; the coughing flecks of spit that came out of the gag; and the way the boy was trying to adjust his feet, still not yet covered in rubber, as his legs no doubt began to ache more and more from their almost rigid bondage.