Bondage Blog:

    I hope for this Blog to be a regular feature here at BDSMbonanza.com. I will post mostly short stories involving BDSM in some way. These stories will be shorter than the ones found in the main story section not exceeding the length of an average Blog post, approximately 2000 words or less.
    My goal is to provide regular but easy to digest stories. I will still post longer stories in the main fiction section but those take much longer to produce. On occasion, I will post non-fiction items as well but they will always be of a BDSM nature.
    Return here for updates and you can contact me at wildrestraints@gmail.com.

  
 
7/3/16 – Bondage Scene 7

 

    She sat and watched as he searched her house. She was naked and bound to a wood chair. Ropes held her to the seat at the ankles knees and thighs. Her arms were lashed together at the elbows and wrists behind the chairs back. And layers of duct tape held a wad of cloth that filled her mouth preventing any sounds above a whimper.  
    He snickered at her as he threw her belongings to the floor. “I know the money is here someplace. Since you refuse to tell me where it is you better hope I find it or I will be forced to make up the losses elsewhere.” 
    She squirmed, and made a noise, trying to tell him that she didn’t have the money anymore but she would get it in a few days. Even if she could talk it wouldn’t matter he did not believe her and wasn’t interested in giving her more time. But what did he mean about making it up elsewhere? Tears ran down her face as her mind filled with the possibilities none of them good ones for her. 
    After an hour he gave up his search. “Well, the money doesn’t seem to be here so it is time to pursue other options.” He dialed his phone, “Yeah it’s me. The moneys not here but I think we can make at least that much if we sell the girl.” She began to scream in protest through the gag as she heard him speak. “You still know that guy… right, the one who specializes in this kind of stuff? Good, that’s great we will be here waiting.” He ended the call. 
    “I got a guy coming and he’s interested in purchasing a hottie like you. If we are lucky we might break even.” 
    She pulled against her bonds and shook her head, violently, begging him to reconsider and give her another chance but he just laughed at her. 
    “Sorry sweetheart, but we gave you enough chances now it’s time for you to pay up one way or another.”

6/29/16 – Bondage Scene 6

 

    She woke in darkness. A constant pressure enveloped her entire body. She tried to move, her arms were pinned to her back and her legs fused together by the mummy like wrappings that trapped her. The only part of her body that could feel the air were her feet. She made an effort to scream but only whimpers escaped the massive obstruction that filled her mouth. Whatever the object was it penetrated her throat and caused her great pain. She flexed her abdomen, tried to sit up, but the mummification was too tight for her to lift more than a few inches. She felt a stabbing pain around her belly button and for the first time noticed that something perforated her ass and urethra. What the hell was happening? What was the last thing she could remember, she thought, searching her fuzzy memory.  
    She answered an add in the paper and remembered being in an office and… she signed some papers… but for what? 
    “Good you are finally awake.” A voice entered her encased ears from what she guessed to be a pair of ear buds.  
    She tried to scream again and struggle as the voice continued. 
    “Calm down dear you signed all the papers and didn’t even ask any questions. If you are having regrets you have only yourself to blame. We are doing a study on the effects of long term sensory deprivation. Tubes inserted into your body will keep you fed and remove waste while a computer will monitor your vitals. The experiment will last an indefinite amount of time. My voice will be the last thing you hear for quite a while.” 
    She heard a pop, his voice stopped, then heard nothing more.  
    In a panic she thrashed against her encasement and let out a string of pathetic squeaks from her burning throat. She tried to turn her head, tried to signal “no” any way to tell them she wanted out of this experiment. But it didn’t matter they could not hear her, and even if they could, they had no interest in letting her go. She fought until exhaustion forced her to stop and resigned to her new reality. She wiggled her toes the coolness of the air against her bare feet, now, her only connection to the world outside her cocoon. 

 



4/25/16 – Bondage Scene 5

 

    It had taken her years before she could trust him with her rights. She was one of a lucky few women who had gained possession of her own rights and would not give them to just anyone.
    Finally able to capture her heart he proposed to her and she accepted. The wedding was wonderful but on her honeymoon, everything changed.
    At some point she passed out when she woke, she found herself in hell. Rope suspended her from the ceiling of their basement in a tight hogtie. Rope pressed her elbows and wrists together anchoring them to her feet. Her wrists were further bound to her waist and she hung swinging from the roof like frozen meat.
    Her jaw screamed in pain her mouth packed with wadding beyond capacity. Her long hair bound to her feet with cord stretched her neck back making it hard to breath.
    The tight rope and pressure of her own body weight tore her skin and she could feel droplets of blood trickle down her naked body.
    “Hello, dear how are you enjoying your honeymoon?”
    She heard her new husband’s voice and she squirmed and moaned trying to beg for release but he only laughed at her.
    “I always knew there was something obscene about a woman with rights of her own and the moment I met you I decided to correct that obscenity. It took time to win you over. But I always knew you would willingly surrender to me, eventually, it is your genders natural state after all.”
    Her struggles became frantic, caused her to swing from her suspension only increasing the pain in her joints, and ripped skin.
    “Don’t worry sweetheart our bond is forever so you will have all the time you need to adjust to your knew place as my owned slave.”

 
4/17/16 – Bondage Scene 4

 

    It was her sophomore year in college and what she wanted more than anything else was acceptance into the most exclusive sorority on campus. Every girl wanted to get in but they only accept a select few and the rumors were that they had a brutal hazing ritual. But she did not care. And that was how she found herself in her current predicament.
    She was bound spread eagle, naked, to a table large enough to seat eight. Rope anchored her wrists and ankles to each table leg and her mouth stuffed with her own panties. No one told her what was happening. They gave her something to drink and she lost consciousness and woke a naked prisoner.
    Eventually, the sorority sisters came into the room and what they planned became clear. Each of them carried a different instrument of torture. They held several different sizes of dildo, cat o’ nine tails, paddles, nipple clamps, and lit candles, only to name the things she could see from her bound position.
    She struggled to get free and tried to scream but none of them seemed concerned that anyone would hear her. She didn’t want to be in the sorority this bad she attempted to say but they only laughed at her.
    That Friday night would turn into an entire weekend of misery. The sisters would use every instrument on her and force her to endure crippling orgasms repeatedly until she begged for mercy. But the torment went on anyway over two days that felt like an eternity.
    Afterward, the sorority made her a full member. At the start of the next semester the ritual was repeated only she wasn’t the one tied to the table. This time she stood over the poor naked girl and held a massive dildo ready to initiate the next lucky member.

 
4/10/17 – Bondage Scene 3

 

     The chilly air of the basement nipped at her exposed skin her bra and panties providing little protection. Rope bound her at the ankles and knees. More rope wrapped above and below her tits and cinched her elbows. Finally, rope squeezed her wrists together behind her back.
     She sat alone on a folding chair, with cloth stuffed in her mouth and sealed in place and a blindfold cut off all light to her eyes. The binds did not hold her to the chair and with some effort she could manage to stand and hop but the blindfold made certain such an effort would be futile.
     He promised to remove the rest of her clothes and get a full look at what she had to offer when he returned. All she could do is shiver from cold and fear as she waited for him. And twist her stiff limbs against unforgiving knots in hopes of release. But as the hours ticked by, she knew that when he got back she would still be waiting for him trapped and terrified.

 

 
3/27/16 – Bondage Scene 2

 

    She sat in disbelief unable to process what happened to her. Three months ago, she received a promotion to office manager after what she saw as years of hard work. She took to the job with a stern toughness not willing to take shit from anyone. She never realized the kind of resentment she bred by her success.
    One Friday morning the entire office cornered her and wrestled her to the floor. They forced her into a chair where they bound her. Rope held her arms to each side of the chair’s back, anchored at four points from wrist to shoulder. They tied her hips, thighs, and knees to the seat. As if it were necessary to keep her in place, they finished the job by securing her ankles to the chair legs.
    To further her humiliation her co-workers tore open her blouse and bra exposing her breasts to everyone. One of her female co-workers had a ball gag the size of a tennis ball, which she forced into her mouth to silence her protests.
    Her co-workers laughed at her as she made muffled screams for help and pulled strongly at her bonds that only seemed to grip her even more tightly with each squirm. Exhausted, she gave in to a wave of pitiful sobs that only entertained her tormentors more.
    They stole her credit cards and informed her that they would be draining her bank accounts to distribute her money evenly between them. Her co-workers squeezed and slapped her tits before they left Friday evening. “Sit tight bitch and remember the office is closed on Monday. Maybe we will let you free Tuesday morning if you make it that long.” One of them said laughing as they shut the lights leaving her in darkness and desperation for three days.
    She knew if she did survive to Tuesday her tough woman attitude was gone forever. Never again would she be able to carry herself with confidence in public after this humiliation. She sat in the dark and cried through the night.

 


 
3/20/16 – Bondage Scene 1

 

    She waited for hours. She could tell hours passed from the aches and cramps in her limbs but also from the air that grew from cool to biting cold as the sun fell and darkness followed.
    If not for the loops of rope that covered her eyes, she could have seen the sun drop. More rope weaved between her lips and held one of her husband’s dirty socks in place. Rope covered her head and lashed it to a wooden post in the barn behind their house. Her wrists were bound to her ankles and forced her to sit hugging her knees in a ball position.
    She was naked, and rope wrapped around her breasts cutting cruelly into them while chafing her nipples with every breath. Rope lashed around her neck and constricted her throat just enough to cause maximum discomfort but not strangle her.
    Forced to sit in needles of hay that poked at her most intimate parts and caused her to itch in places she could never reach in her bound position.
    She knew that when her husband returned for her in the morning, at least she hoped he would, she would beg for his forgiveness and for release. She would promise never to forget to do her chores again. She would plead for the privilege of doing whatever he asked of her. She knew this because she would do anything to avoid being bound and left to suffer like this again.

 


 

 

 
3/15/16

 

 

    I hope for this Blog to be a regular feature here at BDSMbonanza.com. I will post mostly short stories involving BDSM in some way. These stories will be shorter than the ones found in the main story section not exceeding the length of an average Blog post, approximately 2000 words or less.
    My goal is to provide regular but easy to digest stories. I will still post longer stories in the main fiction section but those take much longer to produce. On occasion, I will post non-fiction items as well but they will always be of a BDSM nature.
    Return here for updates and you can contact me at wildrestraints@gmail.com.

 


 

 

 
New World Order 1: Erin the Proxy

By Wild restraints

3/15/16 –

 

   Erin forced herself to turn off the TV and sighed. The clock showed 8:15pm, it’s been two hours already since the jury went into deliberation. Has it been that long? They will be back with a verdict soon. She checked her phone, confirmed she had not missed any calls. It was silly really it would have rung the moment the verdict was read she would not miss it. Although, maybe part of her wished it would never ring.
   She went to the kitchen and dumped a glass of unfinished water into the sink. She couldn’t believe this was happening. Her parents were on trial for tax evasion. They always had money for anything we ever wanted and now she knew how.
   Dammit, how could they be so stupid? She threw the glass into the sink and bit her bottom lip as it shattered.
   The phone rang and she froze.
   It was time the jury was back. “Hello,” she said into the phone hesitantly and then listened to the voice on the other end. “OK, yes I understand. It’s not a surprise we had a feeling it would go against them,” Erin said, after the voice told her of the guilty verdict. “Yes of course I’ll be right down.” Erin hung up the phone and squeezed back tears as they overtook her eyelids and rolled down her cheeks.
   Erin parked her car outside the courthouse but did not open the door immediately. She took several deep breaths and willed herself not to start crying again. The car was a gift from her parents for her twenty-first birthday. It was just three months ago but it felt like years. Was the car purchased with dirty money too? Her teeth dug into the inside of her cheek, as she pondered just how many things her parents might have purchased with illegal money.
   Once she felt calm, she went inside the courthouse.
   She approached the front desk and a male officer looked up at her. “I’m Erin Foster and I am here to see my parents before they are taken away.”
   The officer met her with a wide toothy grin that did not seem appropriate given this solemn time in her family’s life. He motioned for two more officers standing guard in the far corners of the room and they circled wide positioning themselves behind her. The desk officer with the grin stood and reached for his handcuffs. “Erin Foster you are under arrest,” And before Erin could even process what was happening the Officer was already groping for her wrists.
   “What are you talking about? I’m here to see my parents.”
   He grabbed her forearms and bent them behind her back. “You will see them but not under the circumstances you might have expected,” He said, and clicked hand cuffs tightly around her wrists.
   “There is clearly some kind of mistake.”
   “No mistake ma’am, everything will be explained soon though. Take her to the holding cell.” Another guard took her by the elbow and forced her to walk with him.
   “I want to see my parent’s, please, or a lawyer I demand a lawyer,” She said, desperation filled her voice as she was led away for no reason that Erin could understand.
   Erin sat alone in her cell. The guards forced her to remove her shoes and socks then chained her ankles to the floor. They did not remove the handcuffs and by now, her wrists and shoulders ached. The room was small and a heavy steal door was the only way in or out.
   What was happening? She didn’t do anything wrong. Erin did remember something in the news about a year ago, a new law. She didn’t pay close attention to it though. What was it?
   She wracked her mind trying to remember. The law revoked several important rights that applied to women but she couldn’t remember what. But it seemed clear to her that she was falling victim to it now. Still, she hadn’t done anything wrong. Even if the laws have changed she had to break a law first didn’t she?
   The cell door opened and two guards entered. One took a position by the door and the other, a rotund man of about forty, stood infront of her. “Stand up.”
   “P…please sir, I don’t understand-” she said, her voice sounding pitiful.
   The fat guard drew a baton from his belt, “Don’t speak just do as you are told.”
   Erin stood and found her legs weak she fought to stand upright while her body shook.
   The guard removed her cuffs and took a step back. “Remove your clothes, you will now be searched.”
   A cold chill went down her spine as she heard him give the order. They were going to search her, naked, and this fat male guard was going to perform it. Her eyes glanced to the guard by the door escape was still not an option. She couldn’t get out of this.
   “Now, prisoner,” the guard said.
   She swallowed hard but reached down and pulled her t-shirt off revealing a white lace bra. The guard did not attempt to hide his leering eyes. She bit her lip and forced herself to unfasten her pants and slide them from her hips until only a bra and panties covered her most intimate parts. His eyes scanned every inch of her tight young body. Erin hugged herself to protect her bare skin from the cold air and preserve her dwindling dignity.
   “Remove everything,” he said.
   Erin wasn’t surprised, but a part of her hoped he would spare her this last indignity. Her eyes welled up with fresh tears as she unclasped her bra letting it, and then her panties fall to the floor to stand naked.
   “Turn around and touch your toes.”
   The implications of this command turned a steady flow of tears into full on sobs but without options Erin complied. A moment later, the guards disgusting fat hand wormed its way into her vagina. She clenched her teeth against the intrusion as thick rough fingers searched her most private part. His fingers eventually withdrew and she sighed with relief. The relief was short lived as his fingers returned a moment later and invaded her anus to perform a similar task as they had done inside her other orifice. His fingers fumbled inside of her for contraband Erin knew wasn’t there.
   One of the guards gathered up her clothes while the fat one cuffed her hands behind her back.
   “I have to stay naked?” Her voiced surprised her at how small it sounded.
   “You will not need clothes again for a very long time,” he said, and led her from the cell by her cuffed hands.
   What did that mean? What was going on? Erin’s mind spun as she tried to rationalize her predicament. And barely noticed at first as they paraded her naked through the entire courthouse while dozens of strangers looked on. Eyes ogled her and she cast her gaze toward the floor and begged god for this to end soon. At that moment, Erin wanted to die. The humiliation and shear confusion of what happened drained the fight out of her. She resigned herself as she was led away to her next miserable experience.
   Nothing that happened to Erin since she arrived at the courthouse so far could have prepared her for what the guards’ did to her next. They bound her with rope at the wrists, above, and below her elbows. The rope pulled so tight her elbows touched. More rope fused her trapped arms to her waist nestling her hands between her bare ass cheeks. Her legs were tied at four points along her thighs and calves until they resembled linked sausages. A rope pulled her ankles painfully toward her head and then anchored them to her bound elbows. A massive ball forced open her jaw and held in place by a leather harness. Ropes wrapped around the base of her breasts caused them to jut out like torpedoes and turn a purple tint. And the most painful of all Erin’s torments was a rope attached to the harness that held her balanced upright on her knees.
   She had no idea how long she hung in this position she had long lost any concept of the time. Her knees screamed as they withstood all of her weight and her skin burned from the rough tight rope that cut at her flesh. Her shoulders threatened to break held for perhaps hours now in this agonizing position. The ball in her mouth was so large her jaw cramped and drool dripped from around the edges. Tears filled her sinuses with mucus and in order to prevent suffocation she was forced to clear them constantly which caused two thick drips of snot to stretch out of her nostrils and toward the concrete floor.
   She still had no idea what was happening. Her world turned upside down the moment she walked into the courthouse. Even the position she was in now made no sense why would they be so cruel to her.
   The door to her cell opened and her parents walked in as a guard shut the door behind them. Erin’s mother stifled a gasp with her hand when she saw the pitiful condition of her daughter. Erin’s father supported her mother with his hands on her shoulders.
   They both wore normal street clothes. They aren’t even prisoners anymore. Erin began to struggle against her bonds and whimper through her gag at the sight of her parents. She begged them to help her even though she could not mouth the words.
   “Look at what they’ve done, Ted. Are you sure this is the right thing?” Erin’s mother said.
   “Would you like to spend the next ten years of your life in the position she is in now? I don’t like it either but it is the best option for us.”
   Her mother knelt in front of Erin. “I’m so sorry. You at least deserve to know what is happening. I was sentenced to ten years and your father was given fifteen. New laws allow your father to use us as his proxy to serve his prison term. We decided that you should serve both our terms.”
   Erin’s eyes went wide as her mother’s words made everything clear. The new law she could not remember it now made sense. Her parents had betrayed her they were going to make her pay for their crimes.
   Erin screamed desperate to change their minds or to find another way but the gag made communication impossible.
   “I’m sorry honey but I could never survive these new female prisons that make use of such cruel and unusual punishment. In twenty five years you will only be forty six.” She said giving Erin a half smile. “Good bye, honey,” She added.
   Erin went insane as she watched her parents turn their backs on her and walk out of the cell. She begged them with muffled screams to help her but they did not stop. When the cell door shut and Erin heard the lock slide into place, she knew that this nightmare was real and would not end. She sobbed and moaned for hours but none of it would make any difference. Her own parents betrayed her and now she belonged to the state for the next twenty-five years.

 

The End

 

 

 

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