Bondage

Part One The blackness was all encompassing, as was the silence. Carly could hear her own breathing, but that was all. She was used to it, and the sensation of isolation no longer affected her as it once did. She was not alone, she knew, someone was outside the box, somewhere, watching her. The young woman lay perfectly still on the black slab of hard plastic that served as her bed. She knew that to move would provoke pain. It took only a few movements, long ago, to demonstrate the pain to her. It was like everything else she was required to do in the box: follow the precise instruction or feel the pain. ...

Author's Note: This is my first story. It’s on the longer side but worth the read. Your feedback is very welcome Chapter 1 The day was slowing down. It always did around this time, the lunch rush was over and only the odd soccer mom or salesman came in for a quick afternoon pick me up. Sure we had the regulars using the free wi-fi like the young university student Debby. ...

Author's Note: This is a continuation of Kelly’s story in to bondage. I published the first 12 chapters in 2012 but have sense re-written much of it and thankfully fixed the grammar and spelling. The story is very long but each chapter can stand on it’s own. Enjoy and please leave comments about the story. I enjoyed my time writing Kelly’s and David’s story and I hope you will as well. ...

Author's Note: This story is based on an image on the BoundAnna.com site called ‘A Game For 2’. It had been some months since my neighbour, Andrea, had come to my help when I had got pathetically stuck at my first attempt at self bondage, following my discovery that Andrea was an experienced practitioner at the art. We had since become bondage partners, helping to tie up and photograph each other. Andrea showed me different and safe techniques of how to tie myself up and release mechanisms. I had even uploaded photos to self bondage websites, with the user name of ’envirotied’. I had grown in confidence practicing bondage. ...

I told her to be ready to play hard tomorrow at 11:00 AM. She has a strict schedule and a very defined process that she has learned well. s: The alarm has gone off. I get out of bed, and grab a cup of black coffee to go with the first cigarette of the day. As I drink my coffee and drag on my cig, I think about what He has told me to do. I know the ritual. I’m not anywhere close to feeling sexual right now, but that is part of the reason for the ritual. It almost becomes Pavlovian to be turned on by simple actions such as eating a certain meal and showering, when done in a defined order. It wasn’t always this way. To start off with, it felt clumsy, unwieldy, and not sexy at all. That being said, when you complete a set of non sexual tasks in the same order every time, and every time after the completion of those tasks, you have the most mind blowing orgasms and bone melting sex you could ever imagine, your mind associates things. Suddenly a snack of strawberries, toast, and raspberry jam starts to make me tingle. ...

Part 1 “Well what do you think?” Kate asked as she led Nicole and Dania into the cellar. The women looked at the heavy metal box that was no larger than 1.5 foot cubed. “Well how do you restrain someone in that?” Nicole asked disappointedly. “Oh easily” Kate smiled. The box was made up of two halves with a join around the middle allowing the top half to lift up. It had a round hole in the middle of one side that was half in each part of the box. It also had a glass like surface on top. ...

Part 1 Kate was a slim attractive woman in her mid-twenties. She was a corporate lawyer and worked for a well-respected company. She had had a number of short-term affairs but was currently single. She had arrived late at the flat. She had walked around for a good half an hour before she’d found the right place, a ground floor and basement flat situated behind a row of shop. She rang the doorbell. Natalie, the woman whose advert she’d seen in the local paper opened the door. “Sorry I’m late,” Kate started, “this is not the easiest place to find”. Kate stood there in her smart, well-fitting trouser suit and looked at the other woman. Natalie, who was wearing jeans and top, checked her watch. ...

Author's Note: Charlotte finds the attraction of the handcuffs too tempting to resist. Maybe she should have checked the whereabouts of the keys first! Charlotte found it difficult to avert her eyes from the handcuffs. Not one, not two, but three pairs of seemingly identical shiny metal shackles, just sitting there on top of the bookcase. Each bracelet lay open and welcoming. It was almost as if they were trying to entice her; calling out to her: ...

There is this camping area that I visited one time for a birthday party that is about 1½ hours from my house. A few months later, I started thinking that the set up of the campground would be great for a self-bondage adventure. It was the perfect campsite. Just out of sight, but kind of visible if you were walking by. I arrived at around 6 o’clock, and the sun was just about setting. ...

Author's Note: This story is inspired by events that took place during a camping trip I went on when I was young, and which was partly responsible for developing my interests in rainwear and bondage. Parts of the story are true, other parts are fantasy. Part 1 Jessica enjoyed camping, she liked being outside with nature and the fresh air. She was tall, about five and a half feet, with long blonde-brown hair. At the age of 17 she had the freedom to go out camping by herself, but she enjoyed the company of being with others, despite not having many friends. She had never made friends easily, never quite sure why, but she found it hard to hit it off with other girls. ...