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Before I get into this bondage story illustration business, allow me to give you some background information about myself. Back in the days before I got into creating and producing bondage photography art, I found my release in penning erotic bondage stories. Made quite a name for myself on IRC as a bondage story telling scribe in the imaginary world of on-line Gor. Kajira flocked to my cyber room which pissed off more than a few "Masters", especially those of the warrior class. Much to my delight I must add. Pushed my belly away from the keyboard, got off my pretentious ass, (still pretentious but as least I'm not sitting on it any more) turned in my pyjamas for street clothes and put that chapter of my life far, far behind me. My on-line nick was and still is Masato which is what the M in Uncle M stands for. I might add that I was famous for never quite completing a story which was done on purpose to create some suspense and give my work a sort of cliff hanger twist. "The Long Lesson" www.boundstories.net/storieslr… part one www.boundstories.net/storieslr… part two is no exception. Now...onto the illustration part of this journal. I crossed paths with a like minded bondage artist here on dA who creates some pretty cool bondage drawings. He takes the time to dream up a little story for each drawing which adds a lot of life to the drawings. In our exchanges this artist made it known to me that he has a bit of a fetish for a certain type of footwear on a model and that bondage photos of this nature were a rare find indeed. Simple, inexpensive, attractive, easy to find and totally in keeping with my style of photography bondage. What the hell...lets make this guy happy I thought so I have set things up for our very next shoot. Fair is fair, I'm dealing with a gentleman of honour and I asked that he do an illustration from one of my stories and suggested The Long Lesson. I'll be damned...he was not only well aware of the story but had it committed to memory. Stunned the hell out of him too when he realized that I am the author. This artist friend of mine is 3may5sq1 3may5sq1.deviantart.com/ … his first illustration fav.me/d52bwm6 for the story is complete. Please read my comment on this piece. 3may5sq1 has put a lot of work and effort into getting the drawings as true to life as possible. Not a bad likeness of my wife at all. Drop by and have a look...put this guy on your watch list if you already have not. you are not going to want to miss his instalments. Oh....go and read the story. Cheers!

Good question. Unfortunately I am still not out of the woods yet with this cancer thing. I'm loath to make my personal health woes public but I let that pussy cat out of the bag awhile ago. Good news is the radiation therapy got the vast majority of a mass the size of a mans forefinger. Shows my body responds positively to treatment. Bad news is there was a bit of a tumour left over and they found more cancer. This is cancer the "magical" scanning machine apparently missed or the people reading the original scan were not paying enough attention to detail. I'm going with the latter. Not to worry, this all has been caught early enough t
Enough of this cancer talk....let's get onto something a lot more positive and fun shall we. Over the years I have gotten to know quite a few of you though our connection here on dA. A lot of good natured and fun bantering but honest and sincere at the same time. The chances of me ever meeting up with most or any of the lovelies for some bondage fun is remote at best. I get that. However, that doesn't stop me from making a bucket list does it? I'm going to share, one bucket item (NO, I don't consider anybody an "item" but this is the best descriptive word that I can come up with at the moment) my little fantasy "bondage play" scene with
Way past time for a bit of an update on myself. On a positive note, I'm not only still very much alive and kicking but on the mend albeit slowly. I successful completed my 6 weeks of treatment which was 6 weeks ago now. The thing with radiation therapy is it's accumulative and the body is still radiating itself 6 weeks after the last radiation treatment. Think of being under a heat lamp for a period of time then shutting off the lamp. What ever is under that lamp keeps on cooking. My type of cancer was painless so I was bloody lucky to have noticed something was amiss early and acted on it. My troubles or issues is dealing with all the
It's certainly been awhile since I have posted anything of significance here on dA and not without reason. I'm loath to post bad or negative news especially when the news is of a personal nature. Double if the news concerns a serious health issue. After much thought I am going to make an exception for my dA followers only. Late January I was diagnosed with cancer of an unknown origin. Picture a fire with an unknown source. Fire fighters can control the fire and eventually put it out but dammit where did it start and what caused it? Kind of important information to have if you want to ensure the fire doesn't flare up again somewhere els
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I didn't know you were into Gor. Maybe you need some kajirae photoshoots!

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‘POLICE… OPEN UP’: RAPED IN EVERY ROOM OF MY FLAT
KATIE WAS AWOKEN AT 2.45AM BY ‘THE POLICE’ BANGING ON HER FRONT DOOR, DEMANDING SHE OPEN UP. TERRIFIED AS TO WHAT WAS GOING ON, THE 29-YEAR-OLD RAN TO THE DOOR EXPECTING TO SEE UNIFORMED OFFICERS. INSTEAD SHE WAS MET BY DEAN, 32, A FRIEND OF HER EX-BOYFRIEND’S.
HE LET HIMSELF IN AND CHECKED SHE WAS ALONE. DESPITE HER REQUESTS FOR HIM TO LEAVE, HE STAYED AND BRUTALLY RAPED HER IN ALMOST EVERY ROOM OF HER FLAT. HE THEN SAID ‘I’M OFF NOW – SEE YOU IN COURT’ AFTER IMPRISONING IN HER HOME FOR ALMOST FIVE HOURS AND TOLD HER TO ‘TAKE CARE’.
Most people feel safe in their own home, but I can no longer bear to step foot in mine after being brutally raped and imprisoned for five hours by an intruder. Dean Goodwin, 32, turned up at my flat, in Poole, Dorset, unannounced at 2.45am and forced his way inside. He then subjected me to a terrifying ordeal, during which he raped in me in almost every room.
It was a rainy November evening last year, no different to any other. I had cooked dinner, had a bath and got into my pyjamas before curling up on the sofa to watch a DVD. At midnight, I decided to head to bed as I knew I had an early start for work the next morning. But just before 3am I was suddenly woken by a banging at the front door and shouts of ‘Police… open up’.
Terrified as to what was going on, I dashed to the door expecting to be met by uniformed officers informing me of an emergency. Instead I came face-to-face with Dean – a friend of my ex-boyfriend – who I had met only a handful of times. I had seen Dean once or twice, but I’d never really spoken to him, he always seemed very shy. Groggy after just waking up, I couldn’t understand what he was doing on my doorstep at that time in the morning. Before I had the chance to realise what was going on, he barged into my hallway.
Dean demanded to know where my ex was. But we had broken up months earlier and I told him I didn’t know but he wasn’t at mine. He then calmly asked me to make him a coffee, I refused and insisted that he go, but there was no way that he was leaving and he even started making one for himself. I pleaded that he get out but he ignored me and began wandering around my flat.
He walked into the bathroom, opened the bedroom doors and even checked my airing cupboard. I asked him what he was doing and he snapped: ‘Checking you’re alone.’ I froze with fear and thoughts of what he might do flashed through my mind.
I knew I desperately needed to get out of there, but before I had the chance to try and escape, Dean lunged at me. At only 4ft 10ins and 7st, I was no match for the burly brute. When he ordered me to remove my clothes, pushed me against the sofa – clasping his hand over my mouth – and started to rip off my pyjamas, I was helpless. I tried with all my might to fight him off, but he was too strong.
He hit me around the head and threw me on to the floor, where he violently raped me. I was trapped underneath him and scared for my life. There was nothing I could do. Sobbing throughout, I begged for Dean to stop. When he was done, I prayed it was over but instead he did it again – raping me in the lounge, the kitchen and the bedroom.
What he put me through was absolutely horrific. He raped me over and over again. I thought it would never end. He kept saying he was a bad man and that I would do as I was told. When I tried to resist him he kept gagging me or slapped me around the head. At 6.45am he eventually left, after trapping me for almost five hours.
As he walked out the door, he said: ‘I know you won’t go to the police. I will tell them you were willing and wanted it rough.’ He then added: ‘I’m off now – I’ll see you in court. Take care.’ I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. He was sick.
I collapsed on the floor in tears, as the front door slammed behind Dean. In no state to think about evidence, I showered and scrubbed myself raw. I got changed ready for my shift, but when my colleague arrived to pick me up for work, minutes later, I burst into tears and revealed everything. Together we called the police and reported what had happened. Officers met me at my work place. I was petrified but I told them everything and gave a video statement.
I had a medical examination to check for evidence and forensics combed my home for DNA. Unable to return to the scene – the flat I had once called home – I went to stay with my sister, while a manhunt for my attacker got underway. I couldn’t ever set foot in my home again. My mum boxed up all of my things and I moved in with my sister permanently. I didn’t want to hear or think about what I had gone through and stepping inside would bring back it all back.
Over the next few days the story was all over the local news – on television and in the newspaper. I couldn’t bear to listen to or read about it. Fortunately four days later, the police called with good news – they had caught Dean. He was charged with raping me and another woman.
When they told me there was someone else, my heart leapt up into my chest. But it wasn’t until the case came to court in April that I discovered how evil Dean really was. Dean was a serial rapist and went on to attack a second victim, a 49-year-old mum on her way to pick up her children from school during the middle of the day.
The vile sex fiend thought he had killed his second victim – a total stranger – after hitting her on the head with a brick during the barbaric attack and dragging her into an alleyway. He raped her and left her for dead before going on to withdraw £90 from her bank account.
I found out that Dean had been released early from prison for similar offences before he carried out the horrific sex attack on me and his second victim. He was a high-risk offender with three previous convictions for sexual assault and was let out of jail after serving 10 years of a 12-year sentence. On the sex offenders’ register, he was supposed to have been monitored by the authorities. In 2000, Dean was imprisoned for 12 years for two sexual assaults on a 13-year-old girl and a 63-year-old woman.
Bournemouth Crown Court heard how Dean had no self-control and how he later told police he had ‘wanted to go out with a bang’ after attacking me. Dean pleaded guilty to four counts of rape and false imprisonment in relation to the attack on me and attempted murder, rape and robbery in connection with the second woman. The judge sentenced him to nine terms of life imprisonment but told him he must serve a minimum of 15 years in jail.
But despite the outcome, I am still struggling to come to terms with what happened. He’s left me feeling wary of everyone. I find it difficult to trust anyone, especially men. I freak out whenever I see anyone of his build with a similar hairstyle too. Sometimes I just sit and cry. But I won’t let him destroy me, I’m determined to move on and put it all behind me.
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A Few Short Tales of Trapped Females

Table of Contents

Chapter 1 (v.1) - Suzy's Day Off

Chapter 2 (v.1) - A Binding Contract

Chapter 3 (v.1) - That Sinking Feeling

Chapter 4 (v.1) - In a Tight Spot

Chapter 5 (v.1) - Kate’s Catch-22 Conundrum

Chapter 6 (v.1) - A Moment of Madness

Chapter 7 (v.1) - The Call of the Cuffs

Chapter 8 (v.1) - Melissa's Quality Time

Chapter 9 (v.1) - Nicki's Self-Bondage Mishap

Chapter 10 (v.1) - Unforeseen Circumstances

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