By Mister-X / Spartan
The boy who had answered the door, who was dressed in rubber, started bringing out the food. He was the one who had strapped them all to their chairs. Tim figured he was Mr. Johnson’s trusted assistant. The rubber guy set the bottle of Tim’s piss in front of Tim as his drink. The other six also had similar bottles set in front of them.
By bound2defyyou
“It’s a simple game,” Steve said. He was exactly the kind of guy I always had crushes on in prep school – handsome, athletic, with sandy hair, a strong jaw, wide shoulders, strong legs, and a smooth firm ass. He had the kind of grin that made me want to melt. I would’ve been up for anything he suggested.
Thanks to Herodotus for inspiring today’s duct tape gallery!
A SERIOUS collector of heavy-duty bondage equipment who is located in Ohio is selling some of his gear, including the floating bondage table (pictured above). He’s also got the famous Academy Chair (pictured below) plus an operating table (field military style), and an ambulance gurny, complete with full straps and IV attachment, some metal gear, a discipline helmet and more.
To inquire about purchasing this stuff, contact Leatherrestraint on Recon … or send me an email and I will forward it to him.
Click below for the latest installments of these stories:
Tim the Bondage Slave – Part 2
AND, check the Prison Library for new bondage fiction every night this coming week (Monday to Friday)
By slavesuit
You are probably wondering what happened to me. Rest assured I’m horny. Actually horny does not even begin to describe how I feel right now. As we speak, I’m wearing what Sir has described to be my “uniform” for around the house. He really is a cruel son of a bitch. Oddly, I’ve truly begun to fall in love with him. Not that I really had any choice in the matter.
