Bondage/benched
                                          Benched
                    My girlfriend always seemed to enjoy seeing just how much she could
               get away with doing some form of our bondage in public.  She does this
             partly because she finds it fun, mostly because she knows it drives me out
               of my tree.  Usually, I'm able to fast-talk my way out of potentially
            embarrassing situations with Mundanes, but yesterday she very nearly got me
                                              fired.  
                         Yesterday afternoon we had lunch together.  Afterward, she
             accompanied me back to my place of work.  I thought this slightly unusual,
              since she had never before expressed an interest in my work (electronic
             engineering), but it didn't occur to me that she had something planned.  
                      We arrived at my workbench, where I'm currently trying to figure
             out why the $&%@*! board on which I'm working is not performing the way I
                                           designed it.  
                                   "Is this where you work?" she asked.  
                                       "At the moment," I replied.  
                     I reached over to turn on the scope, thereby completely failing to
             notice the huge studded black leather collar she produced from her purse.
            Before I could even blink (it's amazing the speed at which she can do this),
             she had locked the collar snugly around my neck, and locked the end of the
             six-foot jack chain to the center of the bench (where there just happened
             to be a mounting hole, dammit).  I turned to face her in utter disbelief,
                                           mouth agape.  
                                "I'll be back for you at five," she said.  
                  "HAVE YOU GONE COMPLETELY WACKO!!?!?" I yelled in a hushed voice.
                           "HOW THE HELL AM I GOING TO EXPLAIN THIS???" 
                     "You'll think of something," she said, dropping the keys into her
                                    cleavage.  "You always do." 
                         "But suppose I have to go to the bathroom," I countered.  
                     "Don't give me that," she said.  "I've seen you go for a whole day
                                  without visiting the bathroom." 
                                        "But...," I tried to say.  
                       "SHHH!  The subject is closed.  I'll be back at five.  Bye." 
                    She turned and left, against my hushed protests.  I sat in panic and
              tried to think out my situation.  I tried to think of all the people who
                 might visit.  Most of my co-workers were friends who knew that my
              girlfriend and I were a bit odd, so this shouldn't surprise them.  But I
               had *no* idea what I was going to say if one of my bosses came in.  I
               checked my watch to see how long I would have to endure this ignominy.
             13:30 (I'm a military time weenie).  "Three and a half hours," I thought.

Fetish Hotel has Tons of self bondage story with hot xxx pictures and porno movies. self bondage story will be sure to give you a hard on your make your pussy wet wanting even more self bondage story Goto Fetish Hotel today and get more self bondage story you will not be sorry. Thousands of Pictures of self bondage story. And hot sexy movies with self bondage story

Click Here to Enter Fetish Hotel - #1 Site for self bondage story

                        I heaved a sigh, and got to work, such as I could.  
                    As it happened, three of my co-workers visited for what-not.  All of
             them immediately noticed the collar (it would be pretty hard not to), and
            asked if it was my girlfriend's idea.  I said yes.  They asked what I would
                 say if my supervisor saw it.  I said I hadn't the faintest idea.  
                    One of the aforementioned colleagues took the bench next to me, and
             after a few remarks (and a question as to where he could get a collar like
                         the one I had), settled down to work in silence.  
                      After some time, I checked my watch.  16:40.  "Gee, I just might
              make it through this after all," I thought.  I was even beginning to get
           a handle on the problem with the #%^*@! board on which I was working.  Murphy
             must have been standing right behind me reading my thoughts, for not more
            than two minutes later one of my bosses entered the room.  And not just any
            boss.  Noooooooo.  This was Mr. Narrowminded himself.  This was the guy who
             took Lifespring *and* became a born-again fundamentalist.  How he came to
              have the power of hire-and-fire over us is one of the Great Mysteries of
                         The Universe.  We avoided this guy at all costs.  
                    His eyes fell upon me immediately.  A few picoseconds later, he saw
                the collar around my neck in all its splendor.  "My life is over," I
             thought.  I still hadn't thought of a plausible explanation for this.  Mr.
              Solderbrain (the name we called him behind his back; a corruption of his
              real name) started to walk slowly and deliberately over to me, his eyes
            fixed on the collar.  Fifteen agonizing seconds later, he was standing next
              to me.  I thought the guy sitting next to me was going to have a siezure
            stifling all his giggles.  I continued to work, acting as though there were
                       nothing the least bit unusual about my predicament.  
                                            Finally, he spoke.  
                               "What.  The.  HELL!  Is.  That??!" he said.  
                    I don't know how I thought of what I said.  In fact, I'm pretty sure
             I didn't know what I was going to say until just as I was saying it.  I'm
             even more amazed that Solderbrain actually bought it and didn't fire me on
                                            the spot.  
                        I turned to face him calmly, with total nonchalance, exuding
             complete confidence in what I was about to say, even though I didn't know
                           what it was yet.  I didn't even miss a beat.  
                             "Grounding strap," I said, and returned to work.  
                      The guy next to me fell off his chair and nearly died laughing.
                                                --  
                                                  
                                                   
                                                  
                                                  
 

Sexy self bondage story - Hot self bondage story in these Xxx Pictures and Porn Movies at Fetish Hotel