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Bondage Hood Stories
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Liz had no idea how long she had been trapped in the 17th basement of the JF Institute. In complete isolation, the sense of time and space was the first things to go. At first, she tried counting the number of meals she had been fed, back when she had more hope about getting out, but she had lost count a long time ago.
How much time had passed? Days? Months? Years? The answers to those questions lay outside the silence and darkness of her cell.
In all that time, Liz had never gotten used to the touch of latex. She still hated it as much as she had the day her mistress Elena had taken her in. Or was it former mistress now? She hated its artif
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Let me start of the story by explaining my self. My name is Michael and I live in my own apartment in New York, but at the time of this story I lived in a wealthy suburb of Chicago. When I say wealthy, I mean everyone has a bug, expensive house, a nice car, and lots of toys to go along with it. This story takes place when I was in middle school. I was part of a friend group with lots of people. My good friend Shawn's parents were always out of town on business. Shawn is the youngest of 5 children in his family. His older sibling would stay home and watch him and make sure he didn't get into too much trouble. One day Sean and I were hanging out at my one friends house playing video games like we usually did. The friends house we were at had some crazy parents though. They were always fighting. We could here them arguing from across the house. It was so irritating so we decided to leave with all of our friends. Once we left we began to discuss what we would do now. Shawn said that no one was at his house but he wasn't allowed to go their with out his older sister their, who had stuff planned all day. We decided that we would go their and chill and leave right before his sister got home. We arrived at his house and immediately went into his basement where his flat screen tv and video game console were set up. Their was 5 of us down their just playing video games for a little while. Eventually, I had to go to the bathroom. Shawn told me to go use the bathroom in his room in case I made a mess or something like that. Like I was explaining earlier, the houses in our area were not small. I had to walk across his massive house. And as I was nearing his room I heard music and it kind of freaked me out a little bit because no one was supposed to be their. I hesitated for a second and the continued on slowly to see where this music was coming from. I finally reached the room where the source of the music was. The door was wide open. I slowly peaked into the room and saw his sister on the bed. Now before I continue, let me just explain to you Shawn's sister. Her name was Emma and she had recently graduated high school and was going to college in a few months. She was a varsity athlete on the girls Volley ball team. Shes about 5'6 and skinny but now too skinny. I've talked to Emma before, she has a nice and easy going personality. I don't want to get too much into physical detail but she has a somewhat fat ass and nice pair of boobs. She has brown eyes and brown hair. Anyways, as I turned corner into her room, all i saw was her bare belly. She was only in her underwear. At first I was a little startled. But I quietly made my way in. As I walked around the bed she was on, I analyzed her bondage. She had one of those mask ball gag things on so she couldn't see anything. Also the ball gag in her mouth was massive. She probably couldn't even make any noise is she wanted too in that thing. She had belts tightly rapped around her thighs down to her lower legs and had a pair of cuffs on her ankles. Another pair of handcuffs connected her elbows, and another pair on her wrists. She then finished off the hogtie with a final pair of handcuffs. In addition to all of that, Emma had also connected a chain and connected it to the back of her bondage mask and her ankles cuffs and tightened it so her head was stuck looking up. As I slowly crept around the bed, I spotted the key that Emma planted in order to make her escape. And like the bastard I am, I snatched the key. This turned me on so much. I'm sure you can imagine how I felt. Me, a sixth grader in middle school, had a senior in high school, varsity Volly ball player tied up in her underwear completely at my mercy. The only possible way for her to get freedom was if I decided that she could have the key. But until then, I owned her. I eventually made my way back downstairs, with the key still with me off course. I played a few rounds of the game we were playing, although I was thinking more about my bound slave rather than the game. I kept thinking about how I should probably go give the key back but i was too turned on to do that. After about 3 hours of playing video games straight i went back up stairs to my captive. When I got up their, I found Emma wiggling around ferociously, looking for the key. Her wiggling around was definitely the hottest thing. She was wiggling so much but barely moving at allI didn't know how long she had been trying to escape either. For all I know, she could have been trying since i took the key and left. I analyzed her body a little bit longer before putting the key back in a place that she would eventually find it. I walked down stairs and we left. Shawn was hurrying us out because he didn't want us to be their when his sister got home. Every time I think back to that it turns me on. I had poor Emma bound for so long.

The summer was coming to an end. Their was about a month left of school. I soon would begin my 8th grade year. It was sort of depressing as I knew I wouldn't have the same freedom I had in the summer. At this point in my, life I lived in a wealthy suburb of Chicago. My parents were very rich and had a big house.

My parents would soon be leaving on their end of the summer vacation to Las Vegas for two weeks. This unfortunately meant that for all this time, I would have a babysitter. It wasn't all that bad though. My babysitter, Rachel, was very good at entertaining me. She would babysit me every day that both my parents worked and would leave
  Once again, Annie woke up to the sound of mmphing from beside the bed. She peeked over the edge to find Amanda awake and squirming.
  "Want freedom" Annie asked while rubbing the sleep out of her eyes.
  Amanda was enjoying herself too much, so she shook her head.
  "Fine, but keep it down. It's not even 10am yet, and I prefer to sleep on a while on Sundays."
  Amanda understood and quieted down. She could soon make out that her friend was sleeping again.
  "I might as well get some sleep of my own" Amanda thought, making  herself comfortable.
  A few hour
My birthday passed a few weeks back and the only thing I wanted was to tie up a damsel. Not for any nasty business. I was always into tying up the opposite sex. Some may say it is too domineering or tying myself a damsel is degrading to the feminine gender. Maybe it is. If you think deep about it. To me though, I never thought tying up a girl was degrading I only thought it was something fun to do when I was little. Now that I am going through puberty, I try not to think about it. I only know what I like, and I am a man lead by my desires. So, when my younger sister started maturing as she entered high school I took note. Mind you, I never took note in the wrong way. I just thought my sister is growing to become a fine young lady. It started one day when we sat in her room reminiscing about our past. She brought up the past tie-up games. When we were children playing with the neighborhood kids. She reminded me of how I would always tie up the girls in all sorts of ways. "We always got
Ana felt half dead as she returned from work late on a Friday. Overtime just before the weekend always sucked, even if getting paid extra helped in the day-to-day economy.
But now it was time for her to relax and just play games and watch some Netflix shows. Maybe at the same time. Even in the young Aussie’s exhausted state, her brain was already trying to concoct the most efficient way to spend her weekend and do just the things she liked.
With her shoes removed and jacket off, the brunette stretched as she stepped further inside her house, wearing dark pantyhose, a knee-length black skirt and a comfy red sweater. And nothing prepared
This is my first experience with bondage and one of my favorites.
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i totaly would have done sooo much more with her and played with her :)

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I am in my second year of College living in a dormitory just off the campus. All of the rooms are a simple single room with a full bathroom and kitchenette. Last year I was in the dorm across the hall from my current room, I forgot to return the key to my old dorm room; nor did the manager of the building remember to get the key back from me. I had only recently discovered my old dorm room key in my laptop computer back pack. The guy who was now occupying the dorm room I had last year was an EMO Kid who occasionally hung out with other EMO Kids; however he usually kept to himself, spending most of his personal time inside his dorm room. The EMO Kid had a certain feminine quality to him; though I was not gay, he kind of turned me on. He always wore these biker style boots that really turned me on. Fridays were my day off to study. I would stay inside my dorm room and read. The EMO Kid living in my former dorm room had classes on Friday. He would always leave his dorm room at 8:45 in the morning and be back at 3:15 in the afternoon. Upon returning to his dorm room, the EMO Kid would often spend the entire weekend locked inside his dorm room. I was suspicious to what he could be doing in his dorm room the entire weekend for weeks on end, so I decided I would on Friday wait until he left for class and try my old key to see if it still worked on his dorm room lock. As every Friday, the EMO Kid left his dorm room at 8:45, so I made my plans to try my old key on his lock to see if it still worked. I waited until 9:00 to make sure everyone who was leaving for class had already gone. I decided I better first knock on the door to make sure nobody was inside. After nobody answered, I decided to try the key to see if it would still open the lock of the EMO Kids dorm room. I slowly inserted the key and tried twisting it to see if it still worked. Sure enough, I could feel the lock pulling back the strike, allowing me to open the door. I slowly and carefully opened the door, just in case there was someone inside the room. I could see the room was totally dark. The EMO Kid had the shades closed and the room was pitch black. I quickly went inside the dorm room, closed the door behind me, and turn on the lights. Inside his room, everything was nice, neat, and normal. His bed was made and one would never even know this was the room of an EMO Kid just by looking at it. I still wondered what he was doing every weekend locked inside his dorm room; so I suspected there had to me more than what meets the eye. I went over to his closet and opened the door. To my shock I found what he has been doing on his own when he was alone in his dorm room. Inside the EMO Kid’s dorm room closet was a bunch of latex and leather goods. I could see they were of the kinky type. The first thing that caught my eye was hanging on a coat hanger and was dripping wet on the outside, telling me that it had been recently used. It appeared to be some sort of latex sleeping bag with a heavy zipper that ran two thirds of the length of the bag to a neck collar. I could see the latex was very thick and the best of quality. I found the packaging the latex sleeping bag came in, only to realize the proper name for this device was not a sleeping bag, however a sleep sack. The title on the packaging was “The Rubber Prison Reversible Sleep Sack”. In smaller letters it read, “Can be used to secure your slave or can be reversed for your own personal pleasure”. I had never imagined being turned on by anything such as what I was seeing before me, but I began to feel a new experience I wanted to try. I decided to do a little more snooping inside the EMO Kids closet. On the floor inside the closet I found additional items of interest. On the floor was a thick molded latex rubber hood. The latex hood had the shape and contours of a human face. The heavy latex hood had a zipper that ran from the top of the head to base of the tall neck collar. There were no eye holes or hole for the mouth. The only openings were two nose holes for breathing. At this point, I was now fully turned on. I wanted to try the hood and sleep sack. I knew I had about five hours before the EMO Kid would return and I was sure I could have everything cleaned up and placed back, undisturbed before he returned. I went to the hanger where the thick latex sleep sack was hanging. I proceeded to unzip the zipper so that I could remove the sleep sack from the hanger. Though the outside of the sleep sack was still damp from being cleaned, the inside was dry and slightly powered with talcum powder. I noticed the zipper was a three-way zip on my front side, meaning someone could unzip to get to a person’s lower extremities and can be zipped up to the thick neck collar of the sleep sack. There was also a zipper pull on the inside that would allow the person inside the close the sleep sack by themselves, without assistance. Upon further examination of the sleep sack, I noticed two tubes that ran just below the shoulders to about the waist. I figured these tubes were for the victim to place their arms in order to keep them fully immobile. The more features I saw with the sleep sack, the more I wanted to try it. I stripped down completely naked and laid the sleep sack on the EMO Kid’s bed. I first grabbed the heavy latex hood and proceeded to put it over my head. To my surprise, there was an attached mouth gag shaped like a football player’s mouth piece inside the hood. I was not expecting that but was willing to try it, just to wear the hood. I had the molded hood fully nested on my head and began to pull the zipper closed. Suddenly I realized how intense this hood really was. I was in almost total darkness with the only hint of light barely streaming thru the nose holes, but could not see anything. I realized my breathing was limited thru my nose and could not breathe thru my mouth that was now filled with the hood’s built in gag. I was now dripping and excited to try the sleep sack. Since I was already in total darkness, I decided to play it safe by feeling over to the wall by the door where the light switch was and turn off the light. I did not want any accident of someone seeing the light under the door as the EMO Kids windows were completely covered. While still sealed inside the latex hood, I felt my way back to the EMO Kids bed and proceeded to slide myself into the sleep sack. I remembered the two tubes designed to restrain the arms, so I slipped my arms in each of the tubes. Now I was fully inside the sleep sack, however I could not reach the zipper to close the sleep sack, plus I could not reach anything else for pleasure. I decided to partially slip out of the sleep sack, leaving only my left arm in the tube and would use my right arm to close the zipper of the sleep sack. I was again fully inside the sleep sack and now used my right hand in order to zip up the zipper of the sleep sack. I grabbed the zipper that started just below my crotch area and proceeded to pull the zipper up to close the sleep sack. I could hear the ticking of the heavy duty zipper as I continued the pull the zipper up. As I got the zipper to the neck collar, it became a bit more difficult to fully close the zipper. My neck was already fully covered with the heavy latex hood I had already put on and the thick collar of the sleep sack was closing over the latex hood’s neck collar. I managed to get the zipper of the sleep sack fully closed, sealing me inside. Sweat was beginning to pool in the sleep sack and hood. Breathing was a bit difficult but manageable. The sleep sack was tighter than I imagined. It took me about half a minute to lower my hand from my neck to my groin. Without any effort, I let out an explosion. It was the biggest and best I ever had. A few minutes later, I began to feel ashamed for what I had done. I realized I now had to get out of the sleep sack and hood and then clean up this mess I made. I used my right hand and worked my way to the zipper that was sealing me inside the latex sleep sack. I managed to find the zipper pull and began to tug on the zipper. The zipper would not budge. I tried and tried again, however the zipper would not move. I tried to push my hand thru the neck collar opening; however the collar was too stiff and would not even allow a finger to pass thru. I began to panic and became short of breath. I realized I had to slow down or I would pass out or even worse, die. I just laid there for about a half hour when I got my second wave of urges. I exploded again, this time not as intense as the first, but equally as satisfying. I rested a few minutes more and the feeling of being ashamed of myself returned. I tried once again to make it to the zipper and try to pull the sleep sack open, however it was no use. I tried to feel for a possible second zipper pull on the inside below the crotch area; however there was none on the inside. I started thinking to myself, what am I doing wrong? Then to my horror, I realized my possible mistake. I remember reading the packaging of the sleep sack. The title on the packaging was “The Rubber Prison Reversible Sleep Sack”. In smaller letters it read, “Can be used to secure your slave or can be reversed for your own personal pleasure”. I realized that when using the sleep sack the way the EMO Kid was using it was probably “reversed for your own personal pleasure”. That was the reason why the outside was wet and the inside was clean, powdered and dry. The EMO Kid was probably inside the sack reversed, turned it back outside in, rinsed off the sleep sack, and hung it in the closet to dry. I simply got into the sleep sack designed “to secure your slave” and that the zipper’s ticking sounds were most likely mechanical catches that prevented the zipper from being opened from the inside, effectively securing your slave. I had to think of a way to get out of this “Rubber Prison” before the EMO Kid got back. I figured I had about another four and a half hours before he would return. The total darkness along with the combinations of the heavy rubbe
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