Consensual

Self bondage can be addictive, or so I am told. I have been experimenting for several months now and generally laugh at the documented misfortunes of others; perhaps not a good idea as God, fate or what ever will usually pay you back. I had set a time and date in my head which had had to be changed several times due to my family not being where they should have been. After reading quite a few stories I “borrowed” pieces from some and planned my session. Working on the 5 “P” principles, Poor Planning makes for Piss Poor Performance I tried each piece of equipment, modifying their use as I went along. ...

She was a self bondage addict. She was obsessed with tying herself up as tightly and as cruelly and she could and as often as she could. Every rope, strap and gag was applied just as tight as she could stand, sometimes more than she could stand. She loved every second of her self imposed torments and I loved to watch her do it. She was a gorgeous woman a dream come true for any red blooded heterosexual man. Her shoulder length hair was dark brown not quite black, which contrasted perfectly with her pale white skin and bright green eyes. Large mouth with luscious full lips. She stood about 5’ 6" in her bare feet with long legs. Large breasts, but not too large, just the right size to bind and torment. Her ass was amazing, nice and round further accentuated by her tiny waist. For years I secretly watched her tie herself up in more and more elaborate ways. She was very creative, very masochistic and cruel to herself. This time I could not resist I decided it was time to make myself known, she was never going to forget this night that was for sure. ...

Author's Note: This is my first story please let me know what you think and if I have the right tags and anyway to improve the next part. ‘Bing’ went my phone as I was pulling in the driveway of the pizza store to get a pizza for supper. The message was from Ella and it said ‘can you please come over and help me I have a problem?’ I replied ‘ya sure will be there in about 10 minutes with pizza as well if you want?’ Her reply took awhile and read ‘ok thanks.’ ...

Not that I knew what it was at the time, back then there was no internet to bring us together, and the small town I grew up in was part of America’s heartland. Still, the fascination of being tied up still took hold, and was fueled by the easy access I had to that most common of bondage devices, handcuffs. My Dad was a cop, still is as a matter of fact, and I used to sneak his spare set of handcuffs away and use them on myself, imagining all kinds of bondage adventures. ...

Chapter 1 I’ve always been something of an overachiever. Competitive gymnast since I was four. Ballet. Competitive acro dancing. Academic Decathlon champion three years running. Tae Kwon Do blackbelt. Girl scouts. Candy stripers. Top fundraiser for our church’s donation drive. Weekend volunteer at the veterinary clinic and an assisted living facility. Absolutely anything to prove I was the perfect little girl. That I wasn’t useless, and worthless, and fat and ugly and unlovable. ...

Author's Note: A little background might give the reader a better understanding of what is to follow. I’m a successful, fairly well educated person, fun-loving and upbeat, with a variety of interests. I’m 60 years of age, 6’, 220lbs. and while not naturally submissive, slip easily into the bottom role. In fact, when aroused I experience intense masochistic cravings that allow a clever Domme to effortlessly manipulate me into wantonly and agonizingly suffering for her. I adore being visually teased and then, while tightly restrained, being subjected to heavy CBT (especially by electroshock) for my lustful attitude. ...

You are always so good at making lists, Becca! This is a compliment I hear a lot from colleagues and friends alike. Always meant sincere, it does have a backhanded element to it. It labels me organised, bureaucratic, predictable. Rebecca, the Excel Queen. Rebecca, mind you. Not Bec or Beckie. Not Becca, either. But people are so quick with shortening my name. Just as quick as with making list-related compliments. ...

Jessica struggled a long time before sagging in her bonds. The bedroom darkened by degrees as the sun set outside her window. She sighed into her sopping gag. Her arousal made her aware of every sensation: The tight cord squeezing each bulging breast, the ache of her widely stretched legs and of course the unremitting rope, hard as steel, that burrowed into her pussy. She longed to scratch the many itches that were driving her to distraction. She still felt the bite of the lash across her generous haunches. Jessica hung her head as the day’s events unfolded in her mind once more. ...

Author's Note: A very possible scenario, one which the author would love to be the subject of. This story is developing as it is being written. Chapter 1 It was after my divorce, I was alone, I could do exactly as I wished. I had long, during my marriage, been visiting BDSM sites on the internet, I had even visited Mistresses in realtime, I had even visited transvestite Mistresses. I enjoyed nothing more then getting my ass raped, by a strap-on, or a real cock. I had never had anything really big up there but I was training it up with dildos etc.. ...

Author's Note: This is a true story, an actual description of my self-bondage weekend. Thanks to Zack for editing it. I’ve always loved reading the ‘Settlement’ stories by Graham. To be honest, I like a lot of bondage stories, and I play bondage games with myself a lot too. But the stories I like the most are the ones where the characters are kept in bondage and are nude almost constantly. The girl or girls never have a chance of being free or clothed, and they have to adjust to living that way forever, or at least for a very long time. ...