With just two short months to go before their nuptials, Liz’s fiancé became worried that the couple’s as-yet untested sexual compatibility would be a complication, so he decided he needed to confess his desires. “Look, Liz,” he said nervously; “I love that we’re waiting until our wedding night, but there are some...preferences I have that I don’t want you to be surprised by.” “You mean the bondage?,” Liz interrupted, causing him to turn red in embarrassment. “Yeah, I picked up on that - you aren’t as subtle as you think. Don’t worry - I have been looking forward to tying some knots as soon as we tie the knot! If it would make you feel better, we could try it now - I already bought some toys for the big night. Just got to keep our clothes on so temptation does’t lead to a mistake.” Greatly relieved, Liz’s boyfriend immediately set about placing his wife to be in a complex web of rope on her bed. “Also, about the clothes,” he said; “does that apply to footwear? I’d really prefer if I could remove your shoes and socks.” “Of course, honey!,” Liz exclaimed. “Heck, you can take them to the dumpster for all I care. I shouldn’t need them so long as you pay all the bills.”

“I’ve got to get out of here,” Molly thought as she hopelessly pulled at her restraints. “Nobody uses real handcuffs and ball-gags for a simple burglary, and I haven’t heard him moving around taking stuff. He must be waiting for nightfall to drag me out of here to do Lord knows what.” Summoning her strength and courage, Molly bunny-hopped through her apartment to the front door. As she frantically felt around in the darkness for the door knob, the door opened - seems her bounding across the living room had alerted her captor. Molly soaked the inside of her blindfold in tears and screamed into her gag as the man picked her up and carried her back inside. “Whoa, easy honey!,” he mocked. “No need to rush - it will be dark soon, and then we can be on our way.”

“Holy shit, are you alright? What the hell happened?!” Jen’s classmate and friend had let himself into her apartment for the study date they’d planned, only to find her bound on the couch. “Oh hey,” Jen replied casually, without any hint of embarrassment or duress. “I’m glad you’re here. Seems my knot practice has paid off. I meant to wrap up before you got here, but I got a little stuck.” “Wait, you did this to yourself?,” he asked. “So, I guess the study date is off? Do you need some help with the...with your...” “Self-bondage?,” Jen interrupted. “It’s called self-bondage. And yeah, I’d love some help - there’s only so tightly a girl can tie herself. Maybe you could hogtie me? Always dreamed of being hogtied. But, we should probably start with studying - I’m worried about this exam.” “I actually meant do you need help getting loose,” Jen’s friend mumbled. “ but whatever floats your boat.” He shifted in his seat attempting to hide his growing erection as he grabbed a textbook and started quizzing his happily bound captive.

The lady of the house was none too pleased with the fact that her husband had come home with a new slave. With her young good looks and her weak frame with no muscle, the lady assumed the new slave was good for only one job - one the lady was not about to share. After placing the young lady in a punishing tie, the lady took her seat in the courtyard with a book. “Listen, young lady,” she said sternly. “You are not welcome here. Your best bet is to willfully disobey Him at every turn. Best case, He sells you off for breeding; worst case, he makes an example of you to the other slaves by hanging you in the barn. I promise you that either of those are preferable to what I will do. To that end, are you familiar with bullet ants? This area is infested with them - they’re so named because their sting is comparable to the pain of a gunshot wound. Any minute now, the first group of them will find their way up your dress to the whore cunt your owner so carelessly left uncovered under your dress. Your feet and legs are sure to make good targets, too. Once they begin their attack, I’m sure you’ll see things may way.” The poor young slave cried out in pain as the ants started stinging their way up her legs as if they were attacking on command. “Shut up, whore!,” the lady yelled. “Heed my warning - this is just the beginning. By the time Master returns home tonight, you’ll be begging for the noose!”

Jessica loved working Saturdays at her office - the absence of any other staff allowed her to let her hair down and relax. The best part, however, was the ability to work barefoot. In fact, it was Jessica’s dirty little secret that she often left the house sans footwear on Saturday - it made her feel vulnerable and dangerous. Unfortunately, Jessica was not the only one who got a charge out of her running around barefoot. As luck would have it, the Highwayman who had eluded police for months just so happened to be at the gas station where Jessica hopped out and tiptoed inside to grab coffee. Once she attracted his attention, it was a simple matter of following Jessica to her office and knocking on the door. The man offered nothing more than a “cute feet” as the door swung open before he crudely bound Jessica and hauled her off to share the unknown fate of all the other girls who had gone missing at the highwayman’s hand.

After months of treating her wide variety of strange symptoms without success, Leah finally came to accept the explanation she’d received at the very beginning from her pastor - she was in the early stages of possession. Exhausted, hopeless, and out of ideas, Leah accepted the pastor’s to attempt an exorcism. Leah arrived at the unremarkable house at the prescribed time, dressed in light clothing and barefoot, as she’d been advised to dress comfortably. Upon entry into the room where the rite would be performed, Leah stopped and stared at the huge array of cuffs and heavy chain neatly arranged on the bed. With some gentle encouragement from the pastor, Leah mounted the bed and allowed the pastor to apply the restraints. “You probably won’t remember much if any of this,” the pastor. “Just try to relax.” As he slid the hood over her head and strapped the gag into place, Leah silently prayed for a successful result.

Erica lay in her bed, paralyzed with fear. “Maybe he’ll find enough loot to be satisfied that he won’t come upstairs and find me,” she told herself, trying to remain calm. Unfortunately for the poor coed, the only loot the intruder had come from was Erica herself. “THERE you are!,” he exclaimed as he found her hiding in her bed sheets. He easily overpowered her, tightly binding and gagging Erica before carrying her downstairs. “Seems you have a secret admirer,” the man said. “You could’ve just gone out with him instead of rebuffing his advances, but no - you wanted to do things the hard way. Don’t worry - I’m sure that once you get used to the captivity, he’ll take good care of you. Sit tight, sweetheart - transport will be here in a moment to take you home.” Erica struggled fruitlessly in her bonds, her protests made unintelligible by the tight cleave gag.

Kathy was really starting to wish she’d put on some clothes before venturing into the basement to check on the noise that roused her from sleep. The basement was cold enough as it was, nevermind the fact that the sound Kathy heard was an intruder breaking a basement window, allowing the bitter cold winter air to flow in. Her curiosity had earned her a good rigging, along with a gag and blindfold at the hand of her intruder. It took several hours of silence upstairs before Kathy could muster the courage to move. By the time that happened, the combination of cold and reduced circulation from the ropes made Kathy’s feet numb and walking impossible. She sobbed into her blindfold, the cold causing great pain and being unable to figure out how she would make it upstairs to call for help.

Paula feigned distressed and struggled as her best friend bound her and played with her exposed bare feet. This was a relatively common activity for the lifelong friends, and one Paula rather enjoyed. Paula’s amusement dissolved into a mixture of terror and confusion as Miranda informed her that the kinky play was a ruse, and that she’d captured Paula as a slave, to be bought, sold, and used as her owner saw fit. Aside from the fear, Paula felt a deep sense of having been betrayed. “How could my best friend do this?,” Paula wondered. She began to understand Miranda’s motivations when the men arrived to collect her. Paula watched as Miranda happily accepted her own hogtie - BOTH of them were going to be slaves! “She must be into this,” Paula thought. “That’s why she doesn’t feel bad about capturing me - she assumes I’m willing, too!” As the futility of struggling hit her and she began to calm, Paula considered whether her predicament was so bad. After all, she hated her job, her love life was non-existent, and she’d apparently have her best friend with her for this chapter of her life. She relaxed her body as the slavers lifted her hogtied form off the ground, suddenly feeling more hopeful than scared about her future.

The bleeding hearts of the world were so concerned with the treatment of the animals in the traveling circus that nobody thought to look into the treatment of the performers themselves. Take these young women, for example. Kidnapped from an after-hours training session at their gymnastics facility several years ago, the pair now traveled the country as circus performers. Unbeknownst to the attendees, these poor women are actually slaves, tightly bound and contained between shows. Their only hope for release was in getting too old to perform, at which point the men who managed the circus would probably abandon them along the side of the road as the circus made its way to the next location.

Becca went out of her way to cooperate with prosecutors - pleading guilty and offering valuable testimony against her fellow defendants. The judge rewarded her by delaying the start of her two year prison sentence to allow her to get her affairs in order, and even allowing her to surrender on her own when the time came to serve her sentence. Her friends were aware of all this, which made them quite confused when they came over to pick Becca up for a night on the town, only to find her shackled hand and foot, and barefoot to boot. “My lawyer said inmates are kept chained most of the time, and they aren’t allowed shoes. I don’t want to go in looking like the new girl, so I figured I’d use the couple months before my sentence to get used to it. So, you guys ready to go? I’m ready for some drinks!” Becca’s friends nodded and followed her out of her apartment, shocked that she intended to shuffle around the bar chained and barefoot.

A rush of excitement caused Allison to shiver as her husband politely but forcefully informed her that she would not need her boots for the day’s hike. Nothing woke up her submissive side like being forced to walk barefoot, especially in uncommon situations like the outdoors or in public. Allison obediently stepped out of her boots and peeled off her socks, hopeful that His order was an indication of kinky plans for later. Sure enough, after a few miles, the couple stopped. Without a word, Allison’s husband rigged her to the rocky terrain, cleave gagged her, and cut the panties off from under her skirt. A couple hours and several orgasms later, He released Allison from her bonds and the pair began the hike back to the car. “Wish we brought some leg shackles for the walk back,” Allison remarked as she stepped gingerly across the rough terrain. “Maybe next time.”

Courtney was no stranger to bondage - she’d been rigging herself up for as long as she’d her own private apartment. As she test-fit her new handcuffs, however, she felt as if she was discovering restraint for the first time all over again. She couldn’t believe it had taken her so long to embrace cold steel - not only was it much easier to restrain and free herself than rope or tape, but it was totally inescapable. There was no point in even struggling - the cuffs stayed put as long as the keys were inaccessible. After a test run to ensure comfort and escapability, Courtney froze the key in ice, blindfolded and gagged herself, and hogcuffed herself. Frustrated and hopelessly stuck, Courtney purred as she slid into a blissful sleep.

Amanda knew just how to attract her husband’s attention, so she wasn’t too worried when he initially turned down her invitation for sex in favor of watching football with his friends. After applying a fresh coat of polish to her toes, she grabbed a few coils of rope from the closet and tiptoed downstairs. Placing her bare feet in his lap and the rope at his feet, Amanda meekly asked “are you sure you don’t want to hang out with your friends some other time?” Amanda should have been more careful about what she wished for. She observed in shock as her husband thoroughly bound her in the company of his friends, only to finish by silencing her with a tape gag. “There, now you won’t be tempted to interrupt,” her husband said dryly. His friends stared and cat called before turning their attention back to the game, leaving Amanda to struggle helplessly and silently on the floor.

It had been almost two hours since Bethany’s date suddenly walked out of her dorm room, leaving her trussed up and turned on. “That asshole isn’t coming back,” she grumbled as she struggled to her feet and set about finding some help. What her bondage lacked in aesthetics it more than made up for in security, forcing Bethany to precariously navigate the stair well one hop at a time. She took a deep breath as she reached the bottom and prepared to hop into the common area of the dorm which was sure to be full of students. Bethany leaned into the door and entered the room, embarrassed but extremely horny at being forced to put her kinky desires on display to her classmates.

Kathy’s first indication that something wasn’t right SHOULD have been the stranger reaching out for the job at all, but the promise of a huge windfall impacted her judgement. After choosing three friends she figured she could live without, Kathy organized a girls’ night. A little spike to her guests’ wine gave her all the time she needed to carefully bind and gag each one to her mystery employer’s exact specifications. She then captured video proof of mission completion and contacted the man to report her friends captured and ready for the slave market. Kathy was already counting the promised $300,000 payment when the man arrived. “Where’s the other one?,” he demanded. “The deal was for four slaves.” By the time Kathy caught on, he had her subdued and was well on his way to having her bound identically to her friends. “Dumb bitch,” the man taunted. “Why would I pay YOU $300k for three slaves when I can sell all four to the real slave trader and keep the bounty for myself? Sit tight ladies, your new owner should be here soon to get you shipped out.”

Ashley was a country girl at heart, never wearing shoes around the farm - a habit she was cursing herself for now. She’d been padding about the farm barefoot on this early autumn evening, tending to the last of the chores when she heard a rustling coming from the barn. Thinking a chicken had gotten lose, Ashley stepped gingerly across the barn’s straw floor. As soon as she got too close, the squatter living in the loft descended and bound Ashley in a crude but effective hogtie. He was almost apologetic as he gathered his things and left, telling Ashley that the bondage was necessary so he could get out of town before she called police. “Can you at least bring me my boots?,” ashley hollered as the man disappeared into the night. The sun had long since retired, taking the day’s warmth with it. The draft coming from the weathered barn walls seemed to be aimed straight at Ashley’s bare soles. With her family away at Market until tomorrow and no hope of freeing herself, the young girl sighed deeply at the prospect of a long, cold, sleepless night ahead.