Bondage Sex Stories
Bondage Sex Stories – Mike’s Training
Thursday, September 29th, 2011
Mike has arrived home and as he enters the house the smell of a ham cooking is wafting through the air. Marie, Mike tells everyone is a wonderful cook. He has even told his friends that even if she weren’t such a great fuck that he would have to keep her just for the cooking. His philosophy is that you can find pussy anywhere but good food is a rarity.
Mike walks into the kitchen where Marie comes up to him and gives him a very deep, wet and long passionate kiss. He can feel himself begin to respond and Marie assist him by grabbing his cock and squeezing it tightly. She then whispers in his ear that she really wants his cock hard all night. He asked her when her friend would be over and she responded she had told her 6:30. With that she grabbed his cock again and said lets go upstairs.
When they arrived in their bedroom, Marie got out the cock pump and cock rings. She looked at Mike and said “Drop your pants, I said I wanted your cock hard all night so it is really ready for what I have planned.” Mike did as he was told, Marie got on her knees in front of him and took his cock into her mouth giving nice gentle head and sucked all 8 inches into her mouth. She then put the cock pump on his cock, got a good vacuum and began to pump. This always made Mike at least an inch longer and much harder. It caused him to think of nothing but the release she would give him later. Marie removed the cock pump, took a lubricated cock ring and forced it over his rigid cock clear to the base. This, she was sure would keep him hard until she wanted him to have a release. Of course, it also presented him with the problem of trying to hide his huge erection when Ginger arrived. That was Mike’s problem and one he loved to have. You see, they had played this game before and Mike knew the wonderful time he would have once their company left.
Free Bondage Sex Stories – Our Play
Wednesday, May 25th, 2011Message from the author:
Although this is an example of My style of play and what I enjoy, for those who are not quite ready for this level of intensity without undue lasting traumatization, I can play much lighter… it is in the rapture of my sub, that I find my treasure!
I take you by the hair and pull you to Me. you have no choice but to submit, as not only My physical strength but moreover, My Dominance over you has you deep in My spell. your futile attempts to resist My power have ended in surrender. I place you in stringent bondage, you are completely restrained and totally helpless. I smile as I observe the fear (and longing lust) in your eyes. You cringe as the whip bites into your soft flesh, starting with your back, buttocks and thighs, then your tender breasts, and finally your sensually swollen loins. As I spank your pussy, you beg for mercy even though you are becoming so much more aroused, you are dripping with intense sexual excitement. your pleas fall upon deaf ears as I place the needles through your hard and tender nipples and hang weights upon them. As I place the clamp on your clit and clips over the tips of your nipples, you gasp, overwhelmed, and begin to cry. I fall in love with you, such a precious gift you give to Me! The tears falling down your face, wash away all doubts and troubles from the outside world. you realize that you are completely my property and that I own you! your body, your mind, your very spirit is joined to Me in such a way which lifts you up and enthralls you. you have found your Master. As I pour the hot molten wax over your breasts, you feel a fire building within like you have never known. you yearn to please Me more than anything else you have ever experienced! The two become as one – W/we walk in each others’ soul!
Later, as W/we go out shopping and to dinner, I have dressed you in very sexually suggestive attire, you wear your slave collar that I placed around your neck. I lead you on My leash. As W/we walk, people stare at U/us, at “you”, and you feel so desired. This experience serves as an affirmation that you are owned, that you truly are My property! Some look on in disgust as they fear that which they cannot understand, others smile and even laugh at the novel idea of a Master and slave, some stare with their mouths hanging open in disbelief, and then you notice the ones who long; they long to be in My shoes, in fact, they all want to be in My shoes, males and females, they all want you, they just can’t afford to admit it to themselves. They long to be in your shoes as well. The surrender, the pleasure, the pain, all under My Dominance and control. Many admire O/our courage and O/our commitment to each other.
you give cause (possibly intentionally) for chastisement, and I scold you in front of strangers. I promise you a really good spanking when I get you home! They smile in their knowing glances. you plead with Me for forgiveness, I laugh at you further embarrassing you. I tell you that if you really please Me for the rest of the evening, maybe I won’t spank you sooo hard, and I caress your sweet and gentle face. You reply: “Yes Master, i will do anything You say”.
Bondage Sex Stories – Latex Lovers
Tuesday, January 18th, 2011I woke to the sound of high heels clicking on the tile floor. Was it Mistress? I couldn’t be sure. My inflated rubber blindfold prevented me from seeing anything, as it has been doing for the past day or so. I laid there, bound and helpless under a layer of black latex, tied to a medical gurney by chains. Two chains attached to either side of my black leather collar held my head in perfect position. An inflated gag prevented me from making any noise, at least noise audible to others. A wasteband was latched around my abdomen and was locked into position by more chains, making it so I couldn’t move my body. My calves were strapped to the gurney by similar straps, as well as my ankles. The only part of my body left unrestrained was my pelvis. I had a feeling this was for a reason.
Just as quickly as I heard the clicking heels, they stopped. Did the person leave the room? Or were they standing right next to me? I couldn’t know for certain. My wax filled ears sometimes play tricks on me. The latex hood covering my head also made hearing quite difficult. Suddenly, I felt a pair of hands exploring my latex clad body. I could feel the rubber crunching under the pressure of the other person. I rustled under my chains trying to resist the probing hands, but it was of no use. The hands slowly made their way to my cock, which was now erect under my latex catsuit. The hands continued below my testicles, now pressing against the inflated butt plug that had been filling my ass for a day. I tried maneuvering my ass out of reach, but it was futile.
Watching me wrestle against my restraints made the person laugh. Mistress. I could recognize her merciless cackle from a mile away. Her hands continued moving around my rubber body. I could feel my shackles loosen. My abdomen was free. Next my hands, then legs. I could hear the chains dropping to the floor and clanging against the tile. Unrestrained, I was unsure of what to do with myself. I decided to just lay like I had been. The gag in my mouth deflated. My jaw creaked under the sudden change in pressure. It felt good, yet almost unfamiliar to have it out of my mouth. I could hear Mistress telling me to close my eyes. “Yes Mistress”, I replied. I knew what was coming next. The pressure around my eyes was relieved, and I could feel the cold air around my eyelids. I turned my head just as soon as it came off. I was blinded without having opened my eyes yet. All I saw was red. She said She was dimming the lights, and I replied, “Thank you Mistress”. The color of my eyelids changed from red to black. I laid there, unmoving, eyes still closed, waiting for my next instruction.
“Open your eyes, slave.” “Yes, Mistress”, I said in a hollow tone. There She stood. Her black and white latex catsuit enveloping her body, hugging every curve and showing off her amazing figure. I looked her up and down and almost soaked the inside of my catsuit with my own cum. She was wearing a latex hood that was black around her hair and down her neck, but clear around her face. She was wearing a catsuit I had never seen before. Black stiletto heels complimented her black latex leggings. Absolutely breathtaking. How lucky was a slave like me to have such a stunning Mistress to serve every day.
“I have a special day planned for you today, slave. You’ve practiced self-restraint for 6 months to the day. Refraining from touching your own cock for that long definitely deserves reward. The reward won’t come without a price though, as I know you’ve learned in your 2 bondage to me.” A shy smile spread across my face, barely visible under the rubber hood. “Thank you very much, Mistress.”
Bondage Sex Stories – His Descent Into Slavery
Tuesday, January 11th, 2011“Please sit down” the mistress stated. “Don’t be afraid, we’re not here to harm you. Now David, we have a large amount of notes on you which we are reading as we go. “Let’s see, when were you abducted?”
“About 3 weeks ago” I stammered.
“You will always address me as mistress” she sprayed back.
“About 3 weeks ago mistress” I said
“And what were you doing at the time?” she asked.
It was then I began to tell her my whole story of being drugged and then waking up in a cave of some sort. I told her I was hung by my wrists, blind folded and stripped of my clothes. Remembering a blonde woman and a camera filming it all.
“Yes, we have that footage of you David.” she said with a wry smile.
I told her how a tube was pushed into my mouth and secured around my head and after this having my penis sucked by her.
“Did this arouse you?” she asked as a loaded question.
“I think it did mistress.” I replied. I was now getting a bit apprehensive as what was about to come.
“You look nervous David, are you embarrassed sitting here?”
“Yes mistress. I’ve never been the focus of attention before.”
“Did they make you ejaculate David?”
“Yes mistress, my balls were drained constantly.”
“Did you taste this blonde woman David?” she asked with a sparkle in her eyes.
“Yes mistress, she poured what tasted like her urine into the bottle attached to me.”
“And how did it taste?”
“It was revolting, knowing I was drinking someone else’s urine mistress”
“Did you drink it all then?”
“Yes, mistress, I had no option. It kept dripping onto my tongue and I had to swallow to stop from gagging.”
“Do you know who she was David?”
I told her the voice called her mistress Carla. Read the rest of this entry »