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Just Bondage – Part 01

By Dalton Ott

Note from Metal: This is a re-post of a true bondage story that was originally posted under Anonymous. The author, Dalton Ott, who has been featured prominently on Serious Male Bondage, has subsequently revised his story, added to it, and has agreed to have it appear again, and under his name this time.

At a local sauna two men engaging in friendly conversation somehow stumbled on to the topic of bondage, not your usual sauna conversation. It was awkward at first but soon they discovered they shared a common secret. They were both secretly into heavy sensory deprivation bondage.

The excitement grew into a three-hour, intense conversation at a local coffee shop. They shared stories about their experiences and bondage equipment, what they owned and what they fantasized about.

They eventually talked about their unfulfilled bondage fantasies and discovered they both enjoyed extreme bondage without the need for sex. All they wanted to experience were long sensory deprivation sessions in heavy rubber or leather. They both had an unquenched passion to explore the depths of extreme subspace.

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A Case of Mistaken Identity

By Arrest22

It wasn’t supposed to be like this.

It was about noon on a Friday. I work overnights, so I was just beginning my weekend. I was flying down the highway on 680. I was wearing dark blue jeans, my Friday staple, a midnight blue polo, and birkenstocks. I changed into my sandals after hitting the gym at work.

Sometimes when the music hits, you lose track of time. In my case, I also lost track of my speedometer.

I saw the blue lights in my rearview before I heard them.

“FUCK!” I exclaimed loudly to no one.

I found a safe place to pull over. Doing so was not the easiest task as it was lunch hour on a Friday. I could hear the cop car telling me to pull over from their loud speaker. It was annoying because that’s exactly what I was trying to do.

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Matt’s Midnight Submission Slam: The Boss’s Leather Grip

By Matt Nemo

Aight, picture this: I’m Matt, your everyday NYC grindin’ sub dude, 28, built like a wiry punk with tats snakin’ up my arms and a collar kink that hits harder than a subway rush. Workin’ some dead-end gig in the Village, but nights? That’s when the real party’s poppin’. One Friday, I’m scrollin’ Grindr, horny as hell, when this daddy-type—call him Jax—DMs me: “You look like you need a real man to own that ass. My place. Now. Wear nothin’ but your jock.”

Heart racin’, cock twitchin’, I bolt over to his loft in Chelsea. Door swings open, and bam—Jax is this 6’4″ leather god, beard like a fuckin’ forest, harness huggin’ his ripped chest, eyes drillin’ into me like lasers. “On your knees, boy,” he growls, voice low and gravelly, makin’ my hole clench just hearin’ it. I drop, pavement burnin’ my skin from the walk, but who cares? This is sub heaven.

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Lost No More – Part 01

By OKLASH

You crawl in bed with me upon my beckon and I lay you down on your stomach. Your sobs of anguish have subsided to free-flowing tears, and you tremble as I lay close to you. I run one fingernail across the angry welts on your back. “Relax,” you hear me say, “and let go. The hard part is behind you for now.”

This moment is unscripted if perhaps preordained by that part of your soul that still resides in your past, where “freedom” was another word for “lost.”

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Try Not to Laugh

By TickleToy

This story was written for JamesBondageSx.

As the last leather cuff fastened shut around my wrist, I wondered again what I’ve gotten myself into. Held tight against a padded horizontal bench, I tried to readjust position but I was stretched out just enough to be immobile, but not uncomfortable. I sighed with a mix of anticipation and arousal, the cool air in the cellar sending a shiver up my naked body.

My captor moved from the head of the bench down to my feet, inspecting each restraint. Thick cuffs locked around my wrists and ankles, buckled tightly, with a length of rope pulled taut to each corner. Smaller straps looped around my elbows and thighs strip away the last pieces of potential freedom I might have. After a moment, he looked me in the eyes and smiled, obviously satisfied.

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Life as an Owned and Controlled Slave

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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Cycles of Discipline – Part 02: Warming Up

By JoxMau

Our lives are like a honeymoon again. We won’t start our new relationship for weeks. I first had to give my two weeks notice to my job, which I was more than happy to do.  You want time to do more research and prep. You want to start off out on the right foot. I am nervous that you are thinking of backing out, but you assure me that that is not the case.  As the weeks move from one to the next, more and more packages arrive so I know you are up to something.

You encourage me to enjoy my freedoms while they last.  You take me to one of our favorite steakhouses and whisper to me over and over how I might not have a steak and potato for a very long time, so I better savor my meal.  I do slow down when dining out with you and try to be more mindful. The sex is like nothing we have had before.  Although you have my cock locked up most of the time, you let me out regularly for lots of play sessions which might only be teasing but just as likely may end with me cumming.

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