Linda loved her selfbondage. She had thought about her reasons after reading many D/s and BDSM stories and realised that she was different to most others. She didn’t have fantasies of being a slave girl, or being captured and used by others, it was purely a personal fetish. Being helpless aroused her, and it simultaneously extended the time to her sexual relief. Although she had tried a couple of times to interest her lovers into her tastes, they didn’t seem to understand. They would tie her too loosely and allow her to escape, or worse still, get so horny themselves and forget about her need to teased and denied, or at least delayed, an orgasm. She loved being horny and frustrated by not being able to satisfy her desire. She had learnt the pleasure of arousal, and while it always pushed her to want more, she didn’t want the release (well, not too soon anyway). She knew that once she had her orgasm(s) it would be over and she wanted the fever pitch desire to last and last. In this state she was in another world. While helpless she didn’t fantasise about being a submissive like others, she purely enjoyed her own arousal and her inability to do anything about it. Her own frustration would create an even larger desire. ...

As Lindsey gazed around the very industrial looking plastics and latex processing plant her head felt almost like it was on a swivel there was so much to look at. The tour guide she was with had told the group she was a part of to watch where they were going since there was no safety barriers put up yet. With so much to look at though Lindsey quickly got distracted and was not watching where she was going. As she gazed around she didn’t notice the sex doll conveyor belt in front of her. With a thud she fell down onto the hard and unforgiving belt. As it whisked her away she tried to scramble off the belt but found it had carried her far into the ceiling of the industrial plant so getting off of it was not an option. As she looked around to see what her options were she noticed the belt was ending hopefully she would be able to escape her predicament. With a gentle thud she fell to the ground of this new room as she looked around the room she the first thing she noticed was that she was in a room full of vaguely female looking plastic blanks, the second thing she noticed was that there was clearly no exit to this room. ...

Author's Note: Lindsey Stirling finds out that not all scientists are nice. Lindsey Stirling was walking back to her apartment in San Diego one night after a friend’s party quietly singing hymns to herself. With it being as late at night as it was Lindsey didn’t notice the person sneaking up on her until it was too late. Lindsey struggled briefly but the chloroform the masked man was using was quite strong and she quickly passed out. ...

I was a junior at UCLA when my agent told me that a Mr. Barnes wanted me to preform at his sons birthday party. Volleyball was done and x-mas was right around the corner. I could use the money and he was offering one thousand dollars in cash. Calling up my friend and assistant Mary I decided to take the job. Saturday came and we drove up into hills where the rich and famous lived. Mansion would be a gross understatement in describing the house we pulled in front of. Two doorman helped us unload the equipment I would be using in my act. Mr. Barnes showed the room we would be performing in. Sofa’s and lounge chairs covered half of the room with full screen plasma TV’S covering the walls. I just got my gear sorted out when thirty people walked into the hall. ...

Author's Note: This is my first attempt and the first chapter of a story based on a fantasy I’ve had and enjoyed for a long time. The story is about a girl engaging to be strictly tied up by a lesbian couple for a whole year in exchange for a 1 Mln$ fee. Yhey treat her very well but she is being kept strictly bound and gagged 24/7. Her sister (the Storyteller) traces her and the couple agree to let her visit her tied up sister from time to time. This leads to a series of quite enticing and erotic events. ...

She was a very lovely blonde and had everything going for her. She was in her early twenties with a full time job at the same company I worked for and all the staff hated her! It was really very simple in that she was related to the owner and made sure everybody knew it. She was supposed to be “learning the ropes” before being promoted to management. But anytime there was a job to do that was in anyway difficult she dropped not so gentle hints that someone else should do it, and they usually did. I refused one day and she nearly got me in serious trouble. ...

Author's Note: I am a big fan and practitioner of long-term, strict mummification bondage, loving to fantasize about and experience its intense physio-psycho-sexual impacts. I hope you find the story arousing, stimulating and entertaining! Part 1 She had met him through a fetish-bondage online social networking/meeting site. She had thought very long and hard about what she wanted to do with her life, leaving her old life far behind her, and the terms of a new relationship. She had to find the right man to make her most obsessive, consuming, passionate dreams come true. After a very thorough and careful culling process, here she was, happily in his wonderful loving, tight mummified embrace, her vagina and rectum stuffed with two large humming electric vibrators. ...

Chapter 1: Liz Begins Liz wasn’t sure why, but she had an affinity for bondage. And, unfortunately, due to the circumstance of being the only person she knew with such a curiosity, it would soon turn into and obsession with self bondage. It wasn’t so much whips and chains that got her going, but rather it was the idea of being out of control that always turned her on. Her first real exposure to this had stuck firmly in her mind and continually lingered in her subconscious; and eventually imagining herself helpless became her favorite daydream and insatiable desire. This defining moment occurred shortly before the start of her senior year of high school. One dull night several days after her eighteenth birthday Liz found herself with some friends at a movie rental shop, and, on a dare Liz gone into the “Adults Only” section of the store. Blushing she looked around at the porn that covered all the shelves. Most of it just made her feel embarrassed and uncomfortable, but she was curious too, so she started looking around. She had seen porn before, having stumbled upon her older brothers stash several years before, and for the most part she didn’t care for it but she had flipped through all of it none the less as now and then certain images would intrigue her, but she couldn’t say why. Now in the store this same curiosity and strange feeling was coming back. Among all the images of skin and bare breasts, one in particular stopped Liz in her tracks. It was a lesbian flick, which on its cover showed two beautiful blonds engaged in some light bondage. However, it wasn’t so much the leather and handcuffs that made her eyes widen, but rather what the two girls were doing. One of the girls was pushing a decent sized vibrator deep into her slave’s pussy while at the same time sliding a chastity belt up her legs right behind it. This sent Liz’s mind racing. Soon that vibrator will be locked it that girl’s pussy, she thought, and she’ll have no control at all! Being completely helpless to stop the vibrator the slave would have to endure its relentless throbbing inside of her for… how long? How many orgasms would she be forced to helplessly to endure? Picturing all of this made Liz bite her lip as tingles of excitement shot down her spine and her thighs momentarily shivered. Liz had thought about pleasuring herself, but she had never even held a vibrator, let alone used one - but she felt that it must be amazing. Her already pounding heart jumped as she heard someone nearby and she quickly ducked out of the section. Outside she blushed and giggled with her friends, but she couldn’t shake the image and wasn’t even sure how to feel about being mesmerized by something so strange and kinky. ...

Kelly and I met as fifteen-year-old freshman, and started going out as sixteen-year-old sophomores. The summer before senior year was the first time I’d seen her naked, and the first time she saw me without any clothes. We were playing with each other: her hands were amazing, and she said I got her off with ease. But we weren’t ready to have intercourse, so she decided it would be safer if only one of us was naked at any time. I could accept that, because I knew we’d be together, and eventually it would happen. ...

Author's Note: This is my first story on here, as well as the first time I’ve written so much. If anyone has advice, I’d really appreciate it. As for the story, I just wanted to get a room full of femboys in chastity and make it fun. I hope you like it. Prologue While the world was burning and everyone was locked inside for the foreseeable future, a honey-blonde woman was dressed up as a teacher for a monthly meeting. Slapping the table with a riding crop, demanding the attention of her so-called class. ...