By slavebladeboi
The casual passerby would see only a large but unremarkable detached house. Set within the quiet cul-de-sac only a few hundred meters from the beach, it appeared the apotheosis of mundane suburban life. The Master had chosen the property when their relationship had become permanent. Although the slave had no input in the decision he nevertheless realized that he was an integral part of it.
By Norm
It was another wasted day, waiting around for the delivery guy. My old sofa was dead and a new one on the way. Had a call from a guy named Ric, said to have the old one ready to go. I left the door ajar and started cleaning up when I heard a knock and a shout, “Deliveries by Ric, got a new sofa here.”
“Come on in,” I yelled.
“You need to sign here.”
By Marknorth
It had been a rough flight. The little 18-seat puddle jumper had bounced and jerked through the storm for the entire 2 hours it was in the air. Landing at the little rural airport had been an adventure in itself; the wind was so strong that the plane seemed to slide sideways down the runway. Now he was standing in the rain with 5 other guys waiting for their ride.
By surfbot
After spending a glorious week in bondage at my buddy’s place in the city [“One Fine Week“], while driving home I had a better idea than mailing him his chastity keys in a week: I realized I could come back next weekend. So I called him and we agreed on the details. I suggested he get theater tickets for Saturday evening. He complained that while he was in enforced chastity, I could remove my device any time once I got home. So when I got home, I went straight to my workshop.
By Pete
I have read all of the stories on the Metalbond website, but none stirred anything as deeply in me as the story “Roger” by David Sellers. I have read it over and over and have spent a lot of time thinking about it. I mentioned it casually to my partner of seven years a few more times than I realized. He never indicated that he noticed how much I liked the story.
By Nick Ensign
I bought this cage for myself last month, and it arrived on Christmas Eve. It’s very important to me that the chastity cage be all metal. I have been in a silicon birdlocked several times, but it doesn’t feel right and the plastic can stick to the skin at times. I was surprised at how comfortable this new cage turned out to be.
After spending Christmas Day testing it, on the day after Christmas I wriggled into it and snapped the lock on for the duration. To ensure that I was good, I then drove across town and gave all the keys to my keyholder. We agreed to leave it on for 4 days.
By surfbot
I have always loved handcuffs. Since buying my first pair in college I have spent more time in handcuffs than the most hardened criminal. And leg cuffs, too, which I got a week later. A few years after that I discovered chastity devices, which are a great way to be in bondage without the restriction, and without anybody else knowing. Cuffs and chastities have always played a major role in my jack-off fantasies, and for years my nighttime “pajamas” have consisted of handcuffs and leg cuffs, often with a chastity device, sometimes with a combination lock holding me captive until sunrise.
By Bind
I discovered a man near San Francisco who is known on Recon as Ropetopsfbay. He had fantastic pictures of men whom he had tied up. The rope work was not just secure looking, but very attractive on the men he tied up. He taught ropes classes, was published, and had given many demonstrations of his work with men in San Francisco. The minute that I saw his work, I wanted to be tied up by him.