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Trapped in Stone 1. – Bdsm story
By: Date: 2024.04.11. Categories: Just Bondage Stories Tags: , , , , ,

After the movie, the clutch of girlfriends decided to get a
late-night snack at a local diner. After the main course, they
sat chatting over coffee and desert.

“Guess who I saw today, Surrey?” Janice asked, looking like a
tease. Janice was Surrain’s closest friend. They had been
roomates when they were undergrads. Janice was from New York,
tall, thin, …

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Trapped in Stone 2. (humiliation)
By: Date: 2024.04.11. Categories: Just Bondage Stories Tags: , , , ,

The next morning, Surrey was incredibly appologetic as she
washed the statue thoroughly under warm soap and water. John
had spent the night thrust deep into her ass, completely buried
from head to toe. He had come an additional 8 times that night,
as Surrey moved, rolled over, squeezed her buns or intestinal
muscles. “What kind of sicko am I?” …

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Relentlessly, the vibrators and clit tickler pummeled at her
By: Date: 2024.02.03. Categories: Just Bondage Stories Tags: , , , , , ,

Eva watched her parents’ car disappear as it turned the corner. She
stepped away from the window and drew the blinds, blocking out the
sunlight. Her parents had just left on a weekend getaway to northern
Minnesota, leaving her home alone for the next two days. It had taken some
pleading because her parents were understandably reluctant about leaving
their …

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Bride for bondage
By: Date: 2023.10.08. Categories: Just Bondage Stories Tags: , , , , , ,

Bob set the two suitcases inside the door of the mountain cabin and turned to look at his wife. His bride smiled, the clear light shimmering over her lightly tanned face, the sun glinting on her pale blonde hair.
“Here we are,” Bob said. “Honeymoon cottage.” He swept Linda into his arms and carried her over the threshold into the …

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Seeing is believing
By: Date: 2022.12.02. Categories: Just Swinger Stories Tags: , , , , , ,

As consciousness returned Sam became aware of the ache in his
shoulders….and an overwhelming need to piss. “Where am I?” drowsily
he asked the darkness.

This question – though revealing much about our hero’s own innocently
cliched assumptions – got no reply. So he dozed off again, waking
however many hours later feeling no less numb and muddled. The pee…

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