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Another Bondage Fantasy World Client — Part 3

By Mister-X / Spartan

That day the clouds had cleared and it was beautiful in the morning.  I decided to go exploring down the second path and see if I could find another facility.  I walked down to and beyond the intersecting path I’d taken to return on the second day.  It wasn’t far to another building.  I was curious to see what the guys in this building were up to.

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Another Bondage Fantasy World Client — Part 1

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.

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30-Day Test Subject – The Story Continues

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.

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The Box – Part 4

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.

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