By ToughCoach
My trainees are athletes who crave discipline and structure and take pride in saying “Yes, Sir” as they sweat and suffer. They accumulate demerits and have to pay them off in a very unpleasant Incentive Physical Training (IPT) session. Once accepted after meeting induction standards and passing a fitness test, trainees receive the following rules.
By leatherkinkboy
I was running a bit late for the job interview. If I took public transport I would definitely be too late. I did not want to risk that, as I was really keen on getting that position. The reason why I was running late was because I was watching porn. I kept myself locked since a week in a tight cobra chastity cage, and I was constantly horny since then. The feeling of submissiveness and humiliation a chastity cage gives me is really horny to me, so I wear it quite often. Sadly I have nobody who would want to control the keys for me for longer periods but it is also fun to keep myself locked while chatting with dominant guys on the internet who motivate me to stay locked and denied longer and longer.
So I was watching porn of a guy in some kind of leather bondage suit, completely helpless, strapped down, gagged, hooded and only his locked cock was showing out. This image was so hot to me. He was tortured, verbally humiliated, and touched by several men in the video. At some point they unzipped a zipper at his ass and started fucking him. After cumming into him they plugged him again. I got really carried away with this video.
By AnvilArt
The setting: Bedroom with king size bed. Chains in all four corners secured. Laid spread eagle with both legs spread apart taught as far as I could go. Connected to the chains. One gallon jug of hard ice water with a key inside frozen to a cord. The cord is twisted around my wrist. From the top of the bed chains are coming down straight above my head secured to the top of the bed. E-stim on my balls and an e-stim butt plug in my ass. An e-stim amplifier hooked to repeating music selected from previous e-stim sessions.
A timer with two dozen switches. For on and off for the e-stim. So e-stim is playing repeatedly from music nonstop. The timer turns it on and off. It’s like 15 minutes on 30 minutes off then 30 minutes on. Two hours off then 30 minutes on, etc. Random settings out of my control.
By CONVICTEddie
Before CJ Hernandez was my boyfriend, he was a hot-shot defense attorney in my city. You would see his face and name all over the city on billboards and on local TV ads.
My name is Jason Walker. I was a financial advisor at a small firm. I dreamed of one day making it big at a well-known firm, but for now I was struggling. After all, I got my degrees from a local college and not from an Ivy League. I had borrowed a lot of money to get these degrees, and they were not paying for themselves. I had converted my garage into a prison cell and would have people pay me to be inmates. At the moment I had three inmates in there, but I had not disclosed this to my guests. I had warned them to keep quiet because I had guests and would punish them if they made noise.
By Zander
Part 1
I can’t say it was an ambition of mine from my pubescent days, although I was very aware of it even then. I took notice of men in news reports on crime wearing cuffs and shackles doing the perp walk. Historical movies and displays depicting bondage and the devices of it also got my attention. I did notice these things stimulated my already easily triggered teenage libido. Having no access to such things relegated my interest to just that.
It was not until I had my first homosexual encounter that many long-discarded fantasies came to the fore. I had repressed those sexual feelings all through college — even had a few girlfriends along the way. Now 26 years old and working a low-level management track job for a healthcare company, I was told one morning to go to the lobby and meet my intern, Jim, and give him some low-level tasks to occupy the next six weeks.
Continue reading It’s What I Wanted: A Bondage Story by and About Zander
By Inmate 8001
In this article, I recount my three-day experience as an inmate in Franklin County Historic Jail. My aim is to provide readers with a glimpse into life inside the facility. During my stay, I met some incredibly friendly individuals and engaged in various exciting activities and roleplaying. At the same time, I was also challenged by the loneliness and boredom within my cell. Every morning, as I sat alone on my bunk, watching the sky shift from darkness to light, I repeatedly prayed that for the next second, there will be the sound of footsteps and the commanding voice of a guard calling out, “On your feet, inmates!”
As someone who is into various kinks, including bondage, roleplay, uniforms, and humiliation, I’ve spent a considerable amount of time searching online for related information to satisfy my desires. It was roughly two years ago when I discovered Mark and his website, MenInChains. The jail roleplay sessions they hosted immediately piqued my interest, and it soon became a fantasy of mine to experience it myself. Due to my busy schedule and lack of courage, I never had the chance to make it come true. That’s why I couldn’t resist the allure of this experience when I stumbled upon an available session at the Franklin County Jail in February.
By X363430
Writer’s note: It will be writing this as much as possible over the next 10 days or so, as it will be going into a household as a slave. From there, it will be totally up to Sir as to if this gets added to or not. Please feel free to add ideas in the comments. Thank you for your interest.
It was a very long night, between getting used to my mouth constantly drooling and the ache in my balls and the huge plug in my ass. That all was beginning to be nothing compared to not being able to move an inch due to the way that I was bolted and welded in. Well, I thought it was bad…little did I know that it was going to get worse.
The next morning, Master walks in to check on me with the slave. The slave touches a button and the frame tilts back so that my head is pointing at a 45-degree angle. The slave then pours in some water and some Boost protein drink.
“Hope you like your breakfast, because all you are getting is going to be liquid for a while,” says Master. “Slave, there is a car coming, that should be the good doctor, bring him here when he arrives!”
By X363430
It wasn’t a normal meeting. It was one of strict finality. This was one that I chose to do willingly without regard to anything or anyone. I had looked long and hard all over and finally found the one person who had a similar idea to me. One of a slave encased in steel in a perm service position. It took a lot of discussion and measurements to get things ready to go. But I think that in the end, I will be totally happy.
Master was a Master out in Nevada that I had seen online but was quiet and allowed the normal leather queens to do their thing but to overall ignore them. Master was looking for a slave that Master could add to his household that was very extreme. This was no small feat since most slaves are not wanting to cut off ties to the outside world. Many do not fit into the profile. Master had very specific requirements. One, the slave had to be disowned, no family whatsoever; two, most if not all his friends were either into S&M or were supportive of him doing it; and, three, he had to be willing to be put into one position for the rest of his life, never to move again, only to be used for torture and sex.