By Marknorth
Part 1
I missed the damn bus! I had thought I had more than enough time to get to the station before it left, but I had been wrong. I was in a panic when I got to the station and realized that I had missed it by about 20 minutes. I had to plead with the clerk at the bus station to make an exception and get me another ticket. He eventually did, but made sure that the replacement ticket was the most restrictive kind there was.
By Marknorth
Part 1
I really hadn’t done anything all afternoon but watch the clock. It was almost 3:00 and I was starting to get nervous. The FedEx deliveries were usually brought around usually by 2:30. Maybe he didn’t send it or it was sitting down in the mailroom. I knew I was running tight on time and couldn’t be late or all the planning would be for nothing. It was a one chance deal – don’t show and don’t bother trying again. It was Friday, I had next week off, and I had finally gotten up the nerve to fulfill a major fantasy – I was going to give up complete control.
By rts
1. It is months now since I agreed to be here. I met Trainer online, a rubber/leather top looking for a boi to help out on his small ranch and looking for some bondage and play time in full gear. This place is a totally isolated 100 acres with a house and large barn. (I have never been allowed into the house, always kept in the barn ) . When he met me at the airport I saw a well-built man taller than me, head shaved wearing black leather jeans, a tight rubber T-shirt, and red laced 20 hole Rangers.
By an anonymous friend of Metalbond
Part 3
Forcing himself to enter full awareness, Tim wrestled in confusion. The dreams of sharp pain and oppressive constriction transcended his state of awareness. “Fuck, I hate this feeling,” Tim thought, as he realized his true dilemma. Passing from sleep to consciousness, mental images were replaced by physical sensations. Waking up in tight rubber bondage sometimes caused Tim to panic, and he battled now to contain his agitation.
PrisonerX
Part 1
Sandro awoke with a start. He opened his eyes but all was black; he could not see anything and for a moment he wondered where he was. But the sound of a motor engine and the feeling of motion soon brought him to his senses. He was seated on a metal chair, wearing his motorcycle leathers with his wrists strapped tightly to the chair’s arms, his ankles to its legs and his chest strapped firmly to its back. His hands were locked into tight leather mitts and his head was covered in a tight spandex hood obscuring his vision. Try as he might, he could not move as the restraints kept him firmly secured.
Written by an anonymous friend of Metalbond
Part 2
Tim’s body jerked suddenly, overtaken by a sensation of falling. Sightless within a tight rubber hood, Tim strained to see through it. His efforts produced a weird, omniscient vision in his mind. Watching himself from above while embodying the experience below, he saw and felt the movement as he shifted uncomfortably off balance, forced to bend at the waist, trying not to tip further forward.
By CREUSS
Where am I?
What happened?
I have no idea…
I open my eyes, but it only comes to total darkness.
I try to remember what happened before…
I can’t…
Later, may be hours later, some tiny bits come back to my mind.
I am a soldier. I ‘ve been serving for 5 years now…
We were on a night leave, having some fun in a café, drinking much…
There was a battle in the café, and we fought against civilians.
Suddenly, I remember I fell on the table, probably hit and drunk.
Then, nothing…
I try to explore how I am, as I can’t see at all.
I am naked, totally naked…
My hands are shackled, I can feel heavy metal rings at my wrists. They are chained to the wall, but leave me some movement. My legs are bound too, with metal rings too, and chains. So is my neck…
I am bound to this wall, so I can’t move that much, just enough to be slightly more comfortable, if comfort is existing here…
By CREUSS
This time, after a few stories, I am back to a true story…
I was in the army, as I explained before… There is no reason to waste time to tell you about my army life…
Anyway, we were into a “commando course,” something quite hard, but rather interesting… Quite a challenge.
I won’t let you know why, but for any reason, I have done something wrong that awarded me to be punished.
As it was not really possible to be withdrawn from the course, the punishment had to be quick and efficient, to impress me and the rest of the squad.
Among the possibilities of the course, there was what we call “une Tyrolienne”. The English call that a toggle rope, I think (but I am not 100% sure of the translation).
From the top tower of the fort, it was possible to slide along the rope, down to the moat. We used to hold us with a special rope to grip both hands on each side of the rope. The bent of the rope could make the speed quite fast…