By hard slave
How did it all start? I never considered myself submissive. If anything, I always took the lead, picking the restaurants, paying the tab, ending the night on top. And the whole leather-s/m scene struck me as a bit of silly play acting. I never thought I’d end up in some guy’s basement, trussed up like a turkey.
By Strappeddown
When the sun rose bright through the glass block windows, I knew it was time to rest. Long ago I stopped fighting the men who would come to secure me. It was futile to resist them. There were always too many of them, and they were strong and knew all the ways to force me. It was easier after that, they didn’t ratchet the straps so tightly, and often I found myself secured on a mattress in warmth and comfort rather than spending the day shackled on the cold concrete.
By Marknorth
I had just stepped out of the shower when I heard the heavy knock on my door. It was quickly followed by more rapid-fire pounding. My mind was racing as I quickly pulled on a pair of sport briefs and half-jogged to the front door. I had come home early and was hoping to have a nice. quiet Friday night and relaxing weekend.
The door almost flew off its hinges as it was slammed open the moment that I unlocked the deadbolt. I caught a quick flash of uniforms and barely heard the shout of “Police!” as I was thrown against the wall.
By Unknown
There is a chain locked around my neck, symbolizing that I am owned, like property. It’s a mark that someone has claimed me. I can’t take it off. I eat, sleep, shower, exercise, relax and basically live my life with it locked around my neck.
By Pablo Greene
SEX, DEATH, AND SUNSHINE
I tasted freedom in this lost edge of the world, and the shadows cast by the sun reminded me that I hadn’t seen another human being in these hills for weeks.
My journey threatened to destroy my body, but I enjoyed its hardship and how it toughened the skin on the soles of my feet, how it built calluses in places they had never existed before.
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By Mister-X / Spartan
I’m lying here on my bed tied up in a strangling hogtie. It’s almost time for me to be taken to Sonny’s ranch for their game. Sonny’s friends had been into my room the day before to prepare me for the trip, tying me up. My roommate Sonny had them do that to make sure that I would be going. He had made me an enticing offer should I go that I couldn’t refuse, but he still wanted to make absolutely certain that I would go. They knew the time when I’d finished my last final, and were in my room waiting for me. The trouble is that Sonny’s last final wasn’t until a day after mine, but they figured I could stay a full day tied up like that before the trip to the ranch.
By Nitro
Today is just a regular day for me – after work I headed straight for the gym. It’s pretty much an addiction for me, but I can’t help it. I love being big and muscular, and I love the looks on guys faces when they see me strutting my stuff.
Name here is Ian – and at 6’0” tall and 220 lbs. I’m definitely on the big and muscular side. I really get off on the pumped feeling I get at the gym, but I’m not gonna lie, I love the attention I get from it too.
By Mister-X / Spartan
“I’ve called you here today to get ideas for a fund-raiser. The Charity Home is badly in need of money to repair their facility, which was partly damaged by the tornado. Any ideas?”