Bondage Stories

Vera was measuring a quarter cup of laundry detergent to add to her Monday morning load of wash when the phone rang! “Hello,” she answered while cradling the phone between her shoulder and ear, “who’s calling please!?!” “A deep voice on the other end of the line intoned evenly, “It’s been a long time, Vera, I’m very disappointed that you moved away without even the courtesy of a good by!!!” Vera’s blood immediately ran cold at the mere sound of the menacing voice, and it was all that she could do to keep from dropping the phone and running away!!! “Do you recognize my voice,” he asked harshly!?! “Y-yes, sir,” she replied in a voice barely above a whisper, “I recognize you!” “So enlighten me,” he asked, “why did you desert me!?!” “Well uh, I had just graduated and took a job in Chicago,” she replied, “and then I got married!!!” “You haven’t answered my question,” he said with a distinct edginess, “what does moving to Chicago and getting married have to do with your not informing me that you were leaving!?!” “I-I don’t know,” she said in a whisper?!? “Do you remember the penalty for disobedience,” he asked!?! “P-please,” she begged, “please leave me alone, I don’t ever want to see you again!!!” In an even more acid tone her replied, “You know that is not possible!!!”

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The party crowd is getting a little stifling, so I step out onto the patio for a breath of fresh air. I look at my pocket watch, musing for a moment how much it reminds me of the one that Jack the Ripper carried in that movie… and I note that it is getting close to the time we had arranged. I slip back inside, and weave my way through the crowd into the playroom, where I find an open stretch of wall. I lean up against it, setting my toybag down beside me. I open it, and remove one of my lighter floggers.

Read more: Bondage Story - The Agreement

His attention was interrupted. The volume on the hotel room television had suddenly blared to life. On the screen the diminutive form of the former Olympic star appeared. Another feminine products advertisement. ‘Not if she was mine’ he thought, reaching out and turning off the noise. Easing back into the chair he let his mind wander back to the thoughts that had been broken. The wind rattled a branch against the window as a storm raged outside.

Read more: Bondage Story - Afternoon Delight

The breeze from the ocean gave the night air a fresh salty scent. As we walk out of the restaurant it rejuvenates us both from the stylish cigarette smoke that a few still insist on breathing. We both breathe in deep, then cast an anticipating glance at each other. An eager smile forms on our faces simultaneously. “We’ll come back for the car later,” I remark as we head towards the beach. The evening’s events were unfolding perfectly.

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Take me.  Take control of me….  After I am naked you lay me down on the huge four-poster.  You take a smooth, silky, emerald green scarf and tie my wrists together.  Holding my arms above my head, you whisper to me, “Submit.”    “No,” I say defiantly.  I am in an uncooperative mood this evening.    You kiss me gently on the nose and say, “You’re in no position to deny me anything.  You will submit to me - willingly or unwillingly.”

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Actually, she kind of enjoyed just a few strokes of the leather, she thought, as she lay in the dark and fondled her bottom. More than that started to really hurt, but just a few, well, it kind of turned her on. She found this strange, but decided it must be because she was almost naked in front of Jack, or because her bottom was so close to her pussy. She touched herself there and blushed in the dark. Thinking of the whipping, however, made her wet and she couldn’t help but touch herself. She fell asleep smiling broadly.

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“Christina, I want you to become very, very horny.” I said as I purposely rubbed my growing member. “I am your master. You must obey me. You are totally mine. Now spread your legs and let me explore your body.” “Yes, master.” she said as she parted her legs.

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She was so hot.  I just loved to look at her as she left her apartment.  No matter when or for what reason she look very sexy. She had the kind of body that just screamed ‘fuck me’.  And that is what I wanted to do.  She was kind of short but had those perfect legs that gave the illusion of going on for ever.  She had that long, thick hair that was just perfect to nuzzle in too.  I watched her everyday, and I knew her habits.  On weekdays morning she dressed in a short dress type suit.  All stiff and business-like, the type that made men and women equal in the workplace.  Later she would come home and change for jogging.  She wore some tight sweat pants and amorphous shirt.  Because she had some huge breast she wore in of those tight jogging bras.  Every day she came back all hot and sweaty making me really horny.

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Diane stood 6′2″, 145 pounds, and all of it was in the right places.  Large enough  tits  to  be properly played with,  slim waist,  hips wide enough to be ridden wildly.  She stood out in that crowd of uninhibited  bar  patrons.  Both Jeff and Carl saw her at the same time.  “Now there is one lady I would like to have tied to my bed.” said Carl.  “Your bed,  my ass.  I’ve got a greek cross that needs her more.  Can’t you just see that young,  firm body,  stretched out and sweating.  Waiting for  the next lash of my whip,  or maybe a shock to her juicy cunt from the cattle prod.  Damn I’ve got to get her spread. ”

Read more:  Bondage Story - The Perils Of Diane

As they lay huddled together, their naked bodies glistening with the sweat of the wild fuck they had just shared, he asked her. She giggled at his request, not sure she could do what he asked, what he desired, what he lusted for, without breaking up in laughter. He pleaded quietly, insistently, and she could hear the heat and lust in his voice. She bit her lip and looked at him, then kissed him gently and said “Yes, I’ll do it.” And she felt her pussy grow wet once more as she thought about controlling her husband, making him her sexual slave, forcing his hungry mouth against her swollen clit and between her firm asscheeks…making him serve her like a sex machine. And she knew she would not laugh. She knew she would love it.

Read more: Bondage Story - Beware What You Ask For