Free Secrets of the Women's Self-Bondage Cult by Jurgen von Stuka Page B

who hates my guts and wants to see me suffer and scream. If it’s the man, he looks strangely like my office manager. He may whip me or run his hard hands over my back, my ass or between my legs. Whatever is going on, I stand tied firmly to the post, unable to do anything about it.
           Why is it usually a man who does this to me? I don't know, but the image is sometimes better than if it’s a woman, so I go with what works. Often, there are women involved in this plot, submissively doing the bidding of the evil master. They tease, whip and fuck my ass in no particular order. I remain tied to the post. At some point, the gender element gets a bit confused. They wrap more rope around my torso, push my breasts to either side of the post and then tie them very tightly, pulling each boob around the rough wooden post. This stretches the tender tissue as far as it will go. Then they loop fishing line around each nipple and tie them off, pulling them within an inch of each other while I scream and struggle, knowing that this turns them on even more. Their intent is to bury my tits in a blanket of rough rope and I can do this to the point where there is only a small rope mound where my breasts once were. The gender issue is solved and the scenario goes back to them screwing me up the ass until I come or they get tired.
           The size and depth of the thing they use on my ass varies. I have enough of these toys so that I can be ass-fucked with anything from a static rubber butt plug to a three-way vibrator that rumbles in my ass and cunt at the same time as it is tickling my clit. In the most ornate scenario, the butt fucker is mounted on a short stand behind me. As I struggle, the huge rubber prick moves in and out of my ass. For me, this is a prime event. I am a man being raped by vicious parties unknown. Afterwards, I can do nothing except fall into bed and sleep the sleep of the stunned, the tormented, and the satisfied.

Chapter Six
    Meg has a long personal history of recording her SB activities,
     if only for her own enjoyment.
    She also details her use of an AFM, an automatic fucking machine.
    Meg - Photo Session
           Back only a few years ago, before social networking exposed nearly everyone's personal life, privacy was an important ingredient in the lives of most adults. Then suddenly, in only a few years, it became fashionable to tell everyone, even people you didn't know at all, everything about your life and yourself. To me it is the ultimate privacy invasion, but apparently, this is what people seem to need. In any case, I have not indulged in networking and remain uninterested in sharing my life or my activities with the rest of the world. Being here for this event is a first for me, but so far, it’s been interesting and useful, as well as fun.
           It may sound contradictory to say that I have recorded my SB activities for many years. I have a few Polaroid photos of me in various situations, tied and chained, clothed and nude. I have also made some personal videos of the same, often starting with my planning and going right through the final crashing orgasm and mindless thrashing in bondage. The technique I use is nothing special. I set up the tripod and camera, run a few tests to make sure the focus and lighting are correct, then start the tape and get into the scene. I often will add some music background, but that is not necessary. Afterwards, some editing is usually necessary and this allows me to include the general session without showing my face or anything else that is esoteric. The result is an unprofessional set of photos or a short video. Since I have only one camera, I must move to show the various bondage set-ups and this certainly demonstrates the inadequacy of such an arrangement, especially since we are all so accustomed to watching finished video which has thousands of different shots and scenes, multiple cameras and professional lighting and production. Stills