Bondage

“Is this your first time here?” the man behind the counter asked, examining the card. “Nicole?” “Yes, it is,” she said. “But two friends of mine are already members. Alex and Flora told me a little about it.” The man typed some numbers off of her card and entered them into the computer. “Your fully entered into our system, membership dues paid in full, and everything you need is in,” he said, handing her the card back. “Go on inside. Because this is your first time, you can pick up free chips at the courtesy counter. They can answer any other questions that you might have.” ...

Author's Note: Original work, free use. Work of fiction. Marcus was a college freshman. Like many his age, he couldn’t wait to finish his studies and get on with his life. Unlike many his age, Marcus was the son of a wealthy criminal family. Growing rich on drug sales and money laundering, his family mainly operated in America and, to a lesser degree, in Russia. Once he finished college, Marcus would likely spend a few years going his own way, before ultimately joining the family business. That was the plan anyway. More recently, Marcus has been anxious to start his real ascent into manhood sooner rather than later, and thought about leaving college prematurely, though he would miss playing in the college’s orchestra. ...

“POP!” Mandy was off with the sound of the starting gun! After a short sprint, Mandy glanced quickly over her shoulder. Marty was still waiting at the blue line. How about that? Maybe this race was going to be fair after all. And if it was a fair race, Mandy knew she had a chance to win. 10K - ten kilometers, cross country. And in this case it was really across country. Coach Roberts had dropped both runners off about six miles from the school track finish line. ...

Author's Note: My first try at writing a story. Part 1 It all started out like any other Saturday, I was just sitting at the table having my coffee and pondering about my whole life and my wife, who I miss very much. She got sick and passed away almost 2 years ago. I think about how we used to enjoy light vanilla bondage, where we would take turns restraining each other and just doing whatever we felt like to each other while they were helplessly bound . We would do mostly long tease and denial sessions, and forced orgasms, we weren’t into anything painful or weird. I am only 52 and have not really started dating much again yet. I guess I just haven’t found the right woman yet. Sitting there thinking about this was making me horny so I decided that today would be a good day for a self-bondage session. I found a few sites on the internet about self-bondage where I could make up different ways to secure myself with a delayed action release. Most of the time I would also find a way to have something setup to give me a long teasing that I have no way of controlling. ...

While on my way home from work I thought about my next bondage outing. It was just after midnight and all my neighbours should be in for the night. I live in a small apartment building with a garage in the basement. In the past I have put myself in bondage down in the garage and been forced to make my way up to my apartment for release. Tonight I would make things a little more exciting by putting the keys up on the fourth floor; I live on the second floor. ...

My story started on a Tuesday night. My roommate Mike was off to work. He worked overnights. Mike’s girlfriend, Melanie also lived with us. She was planning on going out with some friends to a local bar. It was perfect for me because I would have the whole apartment to myself. I had took the week off so I could get some of my own kind of relaxation. After they had left I started on my fun for the night. Since I do triathalons I have a smooth hairless body and am pretty slim. I started out by getting dressed. First I start out by putting on my black silk panties and matching bra. Next come the black silk stockings complete with garter belt. Then I slither into my own little black dress and finish it off with the black heels with ankle strap. I do my face up with makeup and complete the ensemble with a black wig. To top it off I put on my black elbow length opera gloves. With my slender athletic build I could pass if I ever wanted to go out. I never do though. I am completely heterosexual. ...

Author's Note: Total fiction of course……and I have left out some detail to keep the narrative flowing but I hope that doesn’t spoil the effect of the story for you. This is the tale of a man who has spent years keeping his selfbondage secret from everyone…..even his girlfriend with whom he plays kinky games in a basement dungeon at her house. Then one day, she comes home early amd catches him in the act… ...

The day I was caught in self-bondage. No one else was at home. It seemed like a great time for a little adventure, but first I had to prepare. In my room I stripped off my clothes, then from my secret hiding place on the floor under the bottom dresser drawer I removed my equipment several bundles of nylon rope, cable zip-ties, duct tape, and scissors. Now, all I needed was a damsel before the adventure could begin, ya gotta have a damsel in distress for a self-bondage session. I went down the hall to my older sister Sara’s room. I tossed my supplies on her bed. Quickly, I began to collect the outfit for my damsel, 3 pairs of panties, bra, tights, white half-slip, blue-plaid pleated skirt, white peter pan blouse, plaid cross tie and black maryjanes for the classic schoolgirl in bondage scenario. I placed all these items on Sara’s bed. A glance at the clock reminded me that my parents would be home in about 2 hours. My sister was scheduled to work after school. She shouldn’t be home until very late. Thinking about being bound and the possibility being caught began to get me excited. ...

Author's Note: This is my first story, I hope you like it. Chapter 1 Since I was young it seemed I was always into bondage and female domination. Rolling myself up in a blanket so my arms were immobile was how I started. Seeing my first look at a Female Dominant in a magazine held a power over me it took years to understand. I finally went to a Pro Dominatrix and found the joy and release of submission. But this was getting too expensive over time and I had to cut back my trips to see my Mistress. Then something unexpected happened and my life has been changed ever since. ...

Author's Note: This is my first story, but go easy on me. This is kinda a fantasy of mine, which I hope never happens, but it definitely turns me on. Chapter 1 I should first start off by telling you a little bit about me. I’m a small town country boy who loves to farm. I am thankfully living in my own house. Same town as the parents, but glad to be able to do my thing once in awhile. My other favorite love is bondage. I am a 6 foot tall, average built, 22 year old. I have an average sized penis. I have always loved anything BDSM. I will tie myself up and force myself to crawl to the knife or device I’m using to get out. But I just wanted something more. ...