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My Pal Jock and the Raucous Party

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By Hunter Perez

“Jock, will you please let me out of this?” I asked.

“Eventually, Bingo, but not right now,” he responded.

It was around eleven at night and we were in the basement den of Jock’s home. He was reclining on a couch, dressed in tight jeans and a black tank top that seemed to make his pale muscular upper torso glow. I was all in silver – or, to be more precise, I was trapped against a pillar while wrapped from ankles to shoulders in silvery duct tape.

“Look, I’m really sorry about what happened,” I said.

Jock chuckled and shook his head. “I’ve told you already, I’m not angry at you.”

I tried to push my arms against my duct tape imprisonment, but I was unable to move – the binding was too tight to allow even the slightest of wiggles.

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Life as an Owned and Controlled Slave

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By slave Mark

This is a genuine story of my life as an owned slave. I will add further stories if anyone is interested.

I met my ex owner on a BDSM web site after chatting and exchanging messages I travelled to be his owned and controlled slave. Master had told me he wanted full control of my life I would have no privacy no rights no secrets. I would be controlled in every aspect of my life and suffer from any errors on my part.

So I packed everything up and made the 6 hour journey by coach wearing what he had instructed me to wear and following his instructions for travel, I was to sit with my hands on my knees, not allowed to read, eat or drink on the journey during comfort breaks I was to get off coach and stand to the side with hands behind back legs apart head bowed.

It was a long journey which gave me time to think of my life ahead.

Upon arrival I collected my bags and made my way to Master I knelt Infront of him and handed him my bag of personal items including passport and wallet.

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7 Days in Berlin – Part 09

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By Takeo

Day 3 – Thursday June 13th – Training

I do not know how long I sleep until I wake up for the first time. Usually, I tend to sleep on my side, or even on my stomach. But here, the height of the cage under the bed is not high enough for me to turn around. Although I am not really tied up, the straitjacket prevents me from turning over. Without the straitjacket, I think it might have been possible.

Despite being tied up in a neoprene suit in a straitjacket, with my head in the big hood, a plug up my arse, all bathed in the smell of piss, I actually manage to sleep not too badly. Not continuously, of course, but I still manage to get some rest. It is mainly the swelling cock in my cage that wakes me up. My mind wanders and creates scenarios based on what happened during the day, which inevitably leads to painful erections.

When I wake up, I do my best to move my aching limbs, while avoiding waking Sir Flo and Franz, who are sleeping right above me. I can feel their breathing and movements in their sleep and there is no doubt about it, they are sleeping like bliss.

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My Pal Jock and the Rainy Night – Part 02

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By Hunter Perez

I squirmed on the bed, uncertain about what was going to happen next. Jock’s drunken gaze was indecipherable – I could not tell if he was laughing at my bondage or plotting about how to further humiliate me.

I tried not to show that I was afraid and thought to myself: “What would JimmyUSMC do if he was in my position?” I then unhappily realized the answer: He would probably be collecting a nice fee for his work. After all, JimmyUSMC gets bound up for a living – no wonder he’s always smiling while in chains – whereas I was involuntarily volunteered into a trap of handcuffs, rope and a ball gag.

After staring at me for what seemed like forever, Jock finally lumbered to the headboard and pulled at the chain connecting my handcuffs. He rubbed his fingers over the cuffs and scratched his fingernails lightly into my skin.

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My Pal Jock and the Rainy Night – Part 01

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By Hunter Perez

I looked out of my apartment window at the thunderstorm soaking the neighborhood. It was a Saturday night and, for once, I was glad that I had no plans to go out. The weather forecast called for downpours into the following afternoon, so the warm comfort of my little one-bedroom sanctuary was more than satisfying.

I heated a frozen pizza, open a bottle of soda, plopped myself on my couch, switched on the TV and found an obscure cable channel that was running an endless series of old-time cartoons. Even though I saw those zany films a hundred million times, I could still laugh at Yosemite Sam getting a cannonball blasted into his face or Sylvester the Cat ingesting a dynamite stick.

Somewhere in the animation mayhem, I fell into a sound sleep. It was a beautiful slumber, until my peace was ended with a pounding on my front door that shook me awake. I glanced at my clock and found it was shortly after midnight. Confused and groggy, I stumbled from the couch to the door. I inquired about the source of the pounding and a loud voice beyond the door declared it was my pal Jock.

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15 – Part 02

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By slavebladeboi

I stood for a couple of minutes trying to hear what was going on as nothing else seemed to be happening, but he soon returned. He led me out of the room with his hand grasping my neck. I knew more or less how to get to the dungeon play space even though I couldn’t see but this was just one more bit of authority he held over me.

I heard the locks snap shut on the wrist restraints as he fixed them to the bar. It must have been the bar he was setting in place that took those first few minutes and he’d adjusted it to a height that meant I was reasonably stretched if my feet were flat on the floor but needed to be on tip toe to relax my arms slightly. When he kicked my ankles apart, so he could link them to the chains at ground level, I found tip toe was my only option.

Then silence.

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15 – Part 01

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By slavebladeboi

I’ve always been sort of handy with tools, especially woodworking tools. Nothing fancy or complicated but I can generally solve simple problems that need to be fixed and involve bits of wood. Hanging doors, shelving from scratch, even laying a new wood floor have been part of my areas of rather limited expertise, so when Boss said we needed to replace a bit of kit we used I was up for the task.

Not groundbreaking science, nothing anyone else with a bench, tape measure and a saw couldn’t undertake, but it had to be accurate. Boss needed a new suspension bar he could hang me from. Its measurement had to be precise to fit exactly where the old one was positioned, as it slid in between some other kit we had. It also had to hold my weight at the times I was made to swing from it rather than support myself on tip toes, a position we normally used. I said I’d do it, save some money that we could use at the biker stop.

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The Trucker – Part 07

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By Steellock

The Trucker turned to the camera and laughed. ‘That got Matt squirming!’ he joked. ‘We got some lovely noises coming from inside that thick rubber hood, you could just imagine what was going through his mind as the fingers moved over his body and the needles started piercing his extremities! Needless to say, Matt had agreed to piercing with his Master Jim a while ago, he just did not know when or how it would happen, certainly not that it would be watched by so many friends around the country and world. Could you see yourself here in my cab, your body completely at my disposal? We have one more little experience for the big fucker before he gets a break. We will drop my friend The Piercer off so he can get back to work then set things up. Let’s have some guesses from you all in the comments on what Matt’s next little nightmare / dream may be.’

Gus pulled the truck into a rest area and stopped next to a car. It was waiting to take The Piercer back up the highway to his home and shop.

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