Consensual

What could be more simple than a trip to Wal-Mart? A lot it turns out. Through the darkly tinted windows I could see the exit signs flash by overhead. Every jarring, rocking motion in the road a reminder of where we were going and why. SSSWWWAAAYYYYYYY you feel going around those corners at speed. It seemed like such a simple dare at first. Maybe I should have thought things through a little more before agreeing to it. Sometimes my naivete gets the better of me, but Lindsay can be pretty convincing. Watching her had convinced me to try my first outdoors bondage after all. “Try this with me, you’ll enjoy this too!” ...

Blah, blah, blah, background, get to the story, right? This is a true account of one of those rare times that things went wrong for me. I’m a planner…I plan…that’s what I do. I seek out what could go wrong before I commit to it and I nip it in the bud. This is proof, though, that when you’re helpless, anything minor, no matter how minor, can be what does you in. As far as planning goes, “good enough” is never good enough. ...

Author's Note: I asked Laysan to write a short story to go in the novel I am working on. She asked me to post it for her as a standalone work. I will relate any feedback the story receives back to her and report her replies (appropriately filtered). Laysan suggests to follow this story by watching the following youtube video entitled “Safe Inside”. I am not the artist of the video. Nor do I know the artist. Laysan simply suggests that it feels the same as her mood when she wrote the story. ...

THUMP-THUMP! I was in my apartment trying to watch TV, but that damned noise from upstairs was getting on my nerves. I had never met the woman who lived in the apartment above mine, but if she kept that up much longer, It was going to happen soon, and it wouldn’t be pleasant! For now, I just decided to try the old “bang on the ceiling trick.” I stood on my chair and gave the ceiling a couple of whacks with a book - “WHUMPWHUMP!” Almost immediately came a pair of thumps in reply. But there was something else… some sort of muffled sounding yell. ...

Author's Note: Just a loving wife giving her man what he really wants, he just may not know it. Comments and suggestions always welcome. Enjoy Just wanted to jot down a few thoughts about why you are currently tied down helplessly to your bed with unfinished “business” and left in a state of deep desire and unfulfilled lust. It is really because that is exactly where I want you, physically, mentally, emotionally and sexually. ...

The games we played became more and more painful but still there was something missing. The other bound most of the time one in a most severe way but we knew that, whenever it became unbearable, a single sign or simple gesture was enough to stop the torment. It was Caroline, my girlfriend, who wanted more. She was rather skinny with little tits, fantastic nipples and a rather well shaped, whip loving, bottom. On an evening, when I came home from work, she was sitting totally naked in front of our computer surfing some self-bondage sites. Due to her reading and watching the pictures she was horny as hell. “Let’s get in self-bondage the both of us so that we cannot release each other.” ...

Corey shivered as she watched the clock edge its way slowly to 8:00. The second hand seemed to move slower as if gravity was dragging it back. “Finally,” she said to herself as it clicked over the minute hand that was already covering the 12. She stood up and stepped out of the cold bath, her body covered in goose pimples. Quickly towelling herself off, she walked quickly to the kitchen, removed a large plastic bag from the freezer and took it into her bedroom. Arriving there, she flipped the button on her video camera and made sure the red light was on. She wanted to make sure she caught this evening on film. ...

Author's Note: This is my first attempt at writing for several years, after a couple of meagre attempts when I was younger. This is purely a fantasy scenario, so please excuse anything which may seem unrealistic. Any feedback is always welcome. It had only been about 6 months ago that my girlfriend had left me on discovering my desires to be tightly wrapped and inescapably bound - a fascination that had grown and grown ever since I was a teenager, but has kept largely secret from anyone. It had been a rocky relationship to begin with, but the discovery of all the bondage sites on my internet history had been the last straw. She did not understand the fascination, and as the urges grew stronger it eventually drove us apart. ...

Ed: We’d been into bondage for a long time, since the start of our relationship. And it wasn’t long before bondage was more than just part of sex play. The evenings and weekends would see Sue restrained one way or another - sometimes simply a pair of handcuff, other times a full hogtie and harness gag. Sue: Finding someone to share my fantasies with was as much a relief as it was excitement. Years of secret thoughts and clumsy, awkward scenes fell away when we met. Not that is happened right away, it took time to build trust and experience for both of us, but we understood each other. ...

My name is Tina, and I am into self-bondage and erotic torment. I love wearing restrictive clothing; my co-workers might never believe what I usually wear under my business clothing. After reading some articles on the net, I decided to put a plan into action I have been considering for some time. I wanted to be hopelessly bound and relentlessly tormented. The preparations were fairly extensive - but that’s part of the fun. ...