By Quandt
I had a very erotic and somewhat frightening dream this morning just before I woke up. I want to write about it before I forget it. I think will be fantasized about or have a lasting impression for a long time.
Folsom Street Fair?
By Quandt
I had a very erotic and somewhat frightening dream this morning just before I woke up. I want to write about it before I forget it. I think will be fantasized about or have a lasting impression for a long time.
Folsom Street Fair?
By Mister-X / Spartan
Finally after what seemed like a lifetime in there, struggling for air, I was let out of the safe. I was also removed from the tiny cage, after they removed all the chains that had been attaching me to it. Then I was let out of the chains that had been on me.
By lukex
Danny fell asleep just a few minutes later, and I lay there, tied tightly to the bed and with my face full of a load of his cum. I loved having his cum all over my face and being tied up, but I really needed to cum myself. My cock was still hard, but I couldn’t get any relief with the way he had tied me.
By RbbrStorage
I had it made. Fit, handsome, in my mid-twenties, and in the perfect job. At least, perfect for what I had in mind. After only three years since graduating college, a series of lucky breaks and departing mentors had led to my promotion as company controller of a mid-size manufacturing company. And as the guy in charge of handling the money, I knew exactly how I wanted to handle it … with the occasional diversion into a private account in St. Martin, thanks to some creative conversion of foreign currency when dealing with our suppliers and off-shore plants.
By slaveboi and MasterBooted Dom
I relaxed a bit. I couldn’t move apart from wriggling my fingers and blinking, but I managed to relax somehow. I was tied face down on the bench. Upper arms, wrists, thighs and ankles were strapped tightly to the four legs whilst my lower back and neck were strapped to either end of the flat surface.
By Marknorth
I had been bothering my buddy to get together for some bondage fun for quite awhile – he was the one who locked me in bondage for 24 hours (see A Device for Self-Bondage) but our schedules just never meshed. He travels for work (he’s in sales) and he is on the road probably 3 weeks every month). I told him that the “Lost Identity” story that I wrote was going to be on the Metalbond blog and he should read it again (I had emailed it to him when I first wrote it).
By Mister-X / Spartan
When I woke up the next morning I had a severe pain in my butt. I realized it was from the butt plug hitting the areas that had been stretched by the big guy when he raped me. I’d forgotten where I was and what had happened, but the pain brought it all back to me. I also noticed that I still had the cuffs on wrists and ankles, plus the big plug gag.
I looked around for my cell mate, but he wasn’t there. Soon I heard the familiar sound of metal plates being sent into cells, and started getting ready for my daily morning feed and emptying. I figured my cell mate was still being tortured, and wondered what was in store for me today. I decided that whatever it was I had no choice but to quietly go along with it. I was becoming that acquiescent prisoner they were working toward.
By Collector2
Set scene – D tied up standing (by T) in full rubber facing full length mirror. Heavy. Tight. Latex mask is pulled over head. Attached gag forced into mouth.
D – mmmpphhhhh?????? (why does the mask have a doll’s face painted on it?)