Free Bondage Stories

While I am waiting for the new domain to be set up for my bondage drawings and bondage stories, I am filling in with a few links to other free bondage sites. So today, here is a link to a free bondage stories site. It is called NAKED BONDAGE and you can visit it if you Click Here.

More Delays And More Free Bondage

It is taking longer than expected to get the new site up and running. The problem is that I need the help of a guy who runs websites for a living, and he is up to his neck in an important project and he cannot spare the time at the moment. So the new site may not be up and running until next year. In the meantime I'll keep posting links to other great free bondage drawings and free bondage stories. Next weekend I'll start listing new ones, but today here is a reminder of sites already mentioned:

Torture Annie In Bondage A real submissive tells the true story of her life in bondage as a torture toy. Click Here to visit the site

Genuine Bondage True Bondage Stories And Bondage Drawings. Click Here to visit the site

Cleaned Up

7:58 PM

Mistress decided that spending three days tied up in bondage in the barn doorway was probably all Penny could stand. She had not slept in that time and would probably soon get delirious. But before releasing Penny from bondage Mistress wanted her cleaned up. A shit covered slave would make the house stink. So Mistress was going to get the farm workers to clean her. Cleaning would be one final torture for Penny, and one final humiliation.

Once they had all finished eating their evening meal, the mistress of the house got the farm workers to collect four irrigation hoses. Then for Penny's final humiliation and torture in bondage, she was hosed down by the laughing farm workers.

 

They hosed her until she was clean, then they hosed her some more for the fun of it.

But finally the torture stopped, the humiliation ended, and Penny was untied from bondage. Then still wet, shivering with the cold, and exhausted from lack of sleep, she was made to walk back to the house to recommence her life as a slave girl.

Lunch In Bondage

11:50 AM

Just before lunchtime Mistress turned up with a large metal mixing spoon. She said to Penny "You have not eaten for nearly two days, I cannot have my slaves starving to death. But I don't want to untie you yet, so you are going to have to eat lunch in bondage."

Penny thought that this was a mixed blessing. She was very hungry, but the smell of the cow shit on her body was making her feel sick, and she would have liked to wash before eating. However she was wrong to think of it as a "mixed blessing" she was about to find out that it was not "mixed" at all, it was all bad.
The mistress of the house poked the spoon into the mound of cow shit, and pulled it out full of the stuff. She then held it under Penny's nose and said "Open wide." Penny knew that there was no point in refusing, so she opened her mouth knowing what humiliation the mistress was going to inflict on her next.

As she expected, Mistress forced the spoon full of cow shit into her mouth and made her swallow it. It was even more revolting than she expected it to be, but she obediently swallowed the cow shit, and saw a look of pure pleasure cross the face of the mistress of the house at her slave girls suffering.

Then Mistress made her eat a second mouthful of cow shit, then a third and a fourth. By then the first of the farm workers had terned up for their lunch and stopped to watch the new public humiliation that the poor teenage slave had to suffer in bondage.

After the fourth mouthful Mistress stopped feeding Penny. But this awful public humiliation was not over yet. Mistress turned to the farm workers and said "Would you all like to take turns in forcing cow shit into this bound slaves mouth and making her eat it?"

Of course they all said yes. So, with mistress watching gleefully Penny was made to eat spoonful after spoonful of cow shit. Different workers took lunch at slightly different times, so this public humiliation in bondage went on for well over two hours. It was not only the fact that she was eating cow shit that made Penny feel sick, there was the quantity as well. She was being forced to eat more than she had ever eaten in a day, let alone in one meal. She could feel it stretching her stomach until it hurt. But still they continued to feed her.

When her ordeal was finally over Penny was left tied up in bondage, on display to any passing farm worker. She felt sick and miserable, and began to wonder if this public humiliation would ever end.

A Smelly Morning

4:12 AM

Life on a farm starts early, but not usually before it gets light. So Penny was surprised when two farmworkers turned up at twelve minutes past four in the morning. One was pushing a wheelbarrow full of something that looked like mud, but Penny could not be certain exactly what it was in the moonlight. The other farmworker was carrying a powerful lamp, simply so that the one with the barrow could see where he was going. They stopped about five or six yards in front of Penny and emptied the contents of the wheelbarrow onto the ground. Then they disappeared.

The two men returned about ten minutes later and repeated this operation. They then continued to go backwards and forwards for about an hour dumping more of this mud like substance on the ground a few yards from Penny, until they had a large mound of whatever it was.

About half way through this operation the wind changed direction and an awful smell wafted over Penny. She recognised the smell and realised what the stuff that the men were piling up really was. It was cow shit! And by the time the men had finished transporting the cow shit, there was an enormous heap of it on the ground, too close to Penny for comfort.

Soon after the men had finished transporting the cow shit, the mistress of the house turned up with a deck chair, set it up where she could watch Penny, and sat down. Penny had no idea what was going on, but she knew it was going to be bad news for her.

Then as the farm workers turned up for work they were encouraged to play a game. The game simply involved putting on gloves, then picking up handfuls of cow shit and throwing it at Penny's naked body.

Tied up in the barn doorway in bondage, Penny could not avoid the shit. It covered her body, covered her face, stained her jeans, and even got in her hair. It was awful, absolutely unbearable. Messy, dirty, unclean, and smelly, the shit built up on Penny's bound body, as farm worker after farm worker played the game of "Throw cow shit at the teenage girl in bondage".

Mistress watched all this with glee. It turned her on to see Penny being humiliated like this. Penny's public humiliation lasted a couple of hours, and when it was finally over Mistress went back to the main house, leaving a farm worker to pack up her deck chair. She had left her husband back home in bed, with strict instructions not to get up. She knew that watching Penny suffer this public humiliation in bondage would get her horny, and she wanted her husband to be where he could fuck her when she got back. It was going to be really good sex.

Although her public humiliation was over, Penny was left tied up in bondage in the doorway of the barn, her body still covered in cow shit. And knowing that she was still suffering made the mistresses orgasms even better.

A Cold Night

8:00 PM TO 4:00 AM

Eventually the farm workers grew bored of watching Penny tied up in bondage, and of ogling her naked tits. One by one they went back to their lodgings until eventually Penny was left on her own. She expected either the maid or Mistress to come and untie her and take her back to her room. However this did not happen. Instead Penny was left stripped to the waist, tied up in bondage, all through the night. It had been a passably warm day, but a chilly evening. And the night became uncomfortably cold. Penny shivered from that bitter cold. Tied up like that, Penny could not sleep. She tried closing her eyes, but she could not fall asleep standing up. She had to spent the entire night suffering the torture of the cold.

Then, just after midnight, it began to rain. Although Penny was tied up in the doorway of the barn she was just outside the barn. So the building was no protection from the cold rain that fell on her naked flesh. She shivered uncontrollably at this new torture, unable to move into the barn as she was tied up in bondage.

The rain continued for nearly four hours. So for nearly four hours Penny had to suffer the torture in bondage of the bitter cold rain and biting wind on her naked flesh. She shivered, at one point she even began sobbing. But no one came to untie her, or take her inside.

Instead when Mistress was woken by the rain at about 2 o'clock she wrapped up in her warmest oilskins and came out to watch Penny's suffering. She stood for about half an hour under the porch of the main farm building, just looking at Penny and enjoying the slave girls suffering. Then she went back to the main house, leaving Penny still suffering in bondage in the rain. Back in bed she was still so turned on by Penny's misery that she woke her husband and got him to make love to her. As the two of them fucked, Mistress listened to the rain hammering against the window and thought about the same rain hammering against Penny's naked body. This resulted in Mistress having multiple deep orgasms, for her the sex was great.

Life As A Slave

Thursday

Thursday morning Penny was again woken by the maid, forced to take a cold shower, then forced to do housework. Another boring day of hard work. This was what her life was going to be like from now on. Forced to get up early, put to work, made to work all day without a break, then to bed late at night for a few hours sleep before being got up, given a cold shower, and being put back to work again. Occasionally the master of the house would abuse her sexually, and occasionally the mistress of the house would amuse herself by being cruel to Penny, just for fun. She was a slave, their property, and they were going to use her hard. They had paid for her, and they wanted their money's worth!

Out Of The Van, Into The House

9:19 AM
About 20 minutes later Penny heard the small door open again. Frantically she began banging on the van door to let them know she was there. Footsteps approached the van, maddeningly slow, a measured walking pace, not the rush Penny expected her frantic banging to produce. Then the door opened and an elderly man (Penny guessed his age to be about 70), dressed as a butler, opened the van doors. He stood there calmly, with a look of professional poise.

"There was no need to make such a racket" He told her "I was coming to get you anyway. My apologies for the delay, but I was preparing the master's breakfast when the chauffeur told me you had arrived, and I'm afraid that the master's breakfast is more important than you are. Now please follow me"

Such was the butler's air of authority that Penny automatically followed him without question.

The van was indeed in a garage, a large spacious garage more the size of a barn than a garage. There were several cars parked alongside the van. Penny recognised a Rolls Royce and a stretch Limo, but there were others that she did not recognise, including one that was obviously a racing car.

The Butler led her through a door along a corridor, and up a flight of stairs. It was a long flight of stairs, at least four stories high, possibly five. At intervals there were doors off the stairs, but Penny did not think to count them. There was no carpet on the stairs, and both the stairs and walls were painted plain white. Bare and basic. Penny had never been in a rich man's house before, but the bareness of the stairs and corridor, coupled with the fact that the man leading her was obviously a butler, led her to believe that these were the service stairs, used only by the staff.

The stairs ended in an equally bare corridor. The slope of the ceiling told Penny that this was in the roof of the building. Some way along the corridor the butler opened a door and told Penny "This is your room." Confused, Penny entered the room and the butler said "I will be back to fetch you when the master or mistress are ready to see you." Then he left, shutting the door behind himself.

Penny looked round the room. The ceiling was slanted, confirming what the corridor had told her, this floor was directly under the roof of the building. The room was as undecorated as the stairs and the corridor. Plain whitewashed walls and floor. In the room was a narrow wardrobe, a hard wooden chair, and a bed. The room was so small that these practically took up the entire floor space. The wardrobe was empty, except for a few old fashioned wooden hangers and two modern wire ones. The bed was narrow and cheap looking. There was an old stained mattress on it, but no sheets. Where the pillow should have been was a small wooden box, about the size of a pillow. It took Penny a while to realise that the box was the pillow - a wooden pillow! On the end of the bed were, neatly folded, two tatty looking hessian sacks. When Penny examined them she discovered that the sides had been split and the sacks opened up, so that they each formed a strip of hessian material about two and a half foot wide and five and a half foot long. To her horror, Penny realised that these were the sheets.

The only other item in the room was a bucket. Slightly rusty inside, the bucked had been placed under the bed. Penny did not touch it, it was obviously used as a toilet by whoever lived in that room.

There was one small window at the end of the room. It had bars on it, rusty iron bars. Looking out of the window and down Penny saw the roof of what she assumed was the garage. Beyond the garage was open farmland, she could see sheep in the field closest to the house, and cows in a field further away. Straining her head round towards the front of the house Penny could see that a long gravel drive connected the garage to the road, and the road looked unmade, like a seldom used country road, or possibly a farm track. Looking in the other direction Penny saw the edge of the garden. It looked like it was a well kept formal garden, but from her window Penny could not see enough of it to be certain.

Penny sat down in the wooden chair to wait and began to wonder who lived in an awful room like this. It was small, tatty, depressing, and cold, very cold. Her bladder was full, she needed a toilet, so it was not long before she got up to try and find one. To her horror the only thing she found was that the door was locked - she had been locked in. She sat back down and tried to ignore the pressure on her bladder, but could not. Eventually she had to drag the bucket out from under the bed and urinate in it.

Sitting back down Penny began to hope that whoever lived in this room would not mind her using their rusty bucket. Then she remembered something the butler had said; "This is your room." Horror hit her like a fist. Her family were poor, she was used to living in poverty, but never in a place this bad. A cold small room with a bed that had a very old, tatty, stained mattress, no sheets, a wooden pillow and old sacks for blankets, and a rusty bucket for a toilet. Surely no one could expect her to live in a room like this! She got up and tried the door again, but it was still locked.

Sitting back down on the wooden chair, Penny felt entirely miserable. She had no idea where she was, why she was there, or what was happening, but the one thing that she did know was that she did not like it. She did not like it at all.