Jessica leaned against the cold steel pole. The cold metal caressed her muscular back. Her clothes lay in a pile beside her. Slowly, she slid down the pole. It glided smoothly between her shoulder blades and buttocks. Finally she was on the floor. This was something she had wanted to try for ages. She closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and drew her long su...
When she got in their house, Angie left a message for Jack telling him she got a ride home, but he would need to pick up Bonnie, at his mom's house. Then she went to the bathroom to clean herself before he got home. Jack was satisfied with her explanation of the event of the night before and was excited that his wife was being considered for a management po...
Annie was cycling home from work. It was getting very late; darkness had fallen, and a nagging, drizzling rain fell -- the type of rain that doesn't seem too bad when you're sitting inside, staring out the window, but that completely soaks you once you're outside. Annie kept pedaling and grit her teeth. About fifteen more minutes, and she'd be home. It had...
Nikki could barely believe the position she'd found herself in. A week ago she was living a normal, fairly uninteresting life. Now, she's lying on her own bed, trapped by the bed itself, which just introduced itself to her by name. She didn't even mean to let out a scream. Rationally, she knew it would be futile, given the metal gag that was still firmly pr...
Misa was the first to wake up. She lay there for some time, toying with the clamps attached to her nipples. She was soon wide-awake and decided to awaken the others. Her playing with the nipple clamps and the thought of further bondage scene excited her. Lolly and Riya were sleeping cuddled up together. Andy and Rob seemed to have indulged in some more activ...
Our Tale continues. Martin is not sure of all the why's. He is beginning to understand the realities though. The Tale continues to twist it's way through logical answers to unreal questions and expectations. Things are subtly changing............Hmmm * Martin didn't want Missy to leave. The realities of his situation were now too much. He reluctantly si...
I told you earlier in the week that I thought it was time that we erected the pole again in the centre of the room, as we hadn't done it for ages, and it I really enjoyed seeing you dance around it pretending to be my personal stripper. The pole goes up, and during the week I am treated to an amazing dance, strip and blowjob. I know that you've enjoyed it t...
The smell of the room was of numerous types of intoxicating alcohols, he was able to tell the difference of a few of them, them being the lager that he would normally drink, to a sweet smell of his favourite liqueur Southern Comfort. He glimpsed across the dimly lit room from where he was sitting to notice a strikingly tall woman, dressed in a black full len...
I'm Five. No, not five years old, or you wouldn't be reading this here! My real name is Gabriel, though I usually go by Gabe, and I am the Master of the House of Bondage. If you look up "House of Bondage" on line you will get lots of hits, but none of them are us -- it's our private name for the house where I live with Liz, aka the Tormentor, and Sara, who...
There standing before me was a pole I was eager to press between my thighs. I had practice this technique for three months with the assistance of a girl I met at a health and fitness club a few blocks from my condo. A petite five foot two inched blonde, Veronica has a habit of wearing her pants so tight that she has earned the nickname of "Camel" short for...