F-Self

I’m an attractive 33 year old woman - blond, 5 foot 3 inches, 110 pounds, full C cup breasts - with an interest in self-bondage inspired, in part, by the stories on this website. I decided to write to you to tell you about an experience I had last August. Everything in here is 100 percent true. My interest in bondage began when my first serious boyfriend in college and I started using ropes and stuff during sex. We would take turns tying each other to the bed and would spend hours teasing each other, resulting in the most mind-blowing orgasms, or, sometimes when he had me tied up, he would make me orgasm over and over and over. Eventually we began to play with clothespins, but none of our activities were very hardcore and we both switched from the dominant to the sub position. ...

Earlier this year I wrote up “my poolside adventure” of August 2006. Click here to read the first part of this tale. Just to remind you, I’m an attractive 34 year old woman - blond, 5 foot 3 inches, 110 pounds, full C cup breasts - with an interest in self-bondage and light bdsm inspired, in part, by the stories on this website. Last summer, my neighbors asked me to watch their house while they were away on vacation, and I took the opportunity to practice some self-bondage by their backyard pool so that their their cute, twenty-something pool man could find me and fuck me. ...

Author's Note: First of many chapters about real life play. Chapter 1 My weekend as a sex slave. The thick, heavy, lightly brushed steel cuff slowly closed around my right wrist. The internal locking mechanism clicking closed, sounding the end of the steels journey. I loved the look of the 3 inch steel cuff. It’s weight, it’s feel, the way it rested on my wrist. How it was so seamless, the joints so closely machined. It looked so solid, so permanent. It also signified that start of another weekend of bondage. ...

As I stepped out of the shower, I caught sight of my reflection in the mirror. Large brown eyes, long brown hair, full red lips and a body I am very proud of (particularly my long legs, full breasts and pert buttocks). While I was busy admiring myself, I heard the sound of my housemates leaving to spend the afternoon shopping - I had declined their invitation to join them since I had much more enjoyable plans. ...

Author's Note: This story is actually the result of two different ones I had originally. One was some non-kinky science fiction piece about a future where the sun is deadly and people can only move at night. In the other, a young girl builds a special prison to hold her in bondage for a few days. I never could get around to finishing either, so I decided to combine them. Although the first two pages are a bit slow, I think things worked out quite well. ...

What a weekend, it all started then I had a wet dream (and wet fingers) about my married next door neighbour! After telling him about the sexy dream and swapping quick suggestive banter with Howard, I wanted him. I had found some stories he had written on a BDSM web site (“the new sub-contractor”, “Talk”) which got me hot, breathless and thinking. I wanted him to hurt me and to use me crudely, like the slaves in his stories. I’m a recently single woman with two kids who really knows what she wants, and now knows how to ask for it! ...

Author’s Notes: Although the next few chapters are drafted, this story is unfinished. If you like it so far, please email me with how you would like to see it develop. Chapter 1: A Midnight Bondage Walk Prior to my recent walk through a town in bondage, my thumbcuff walk (see “My Daring Self-Bondage Public Walk”), I looked online for ideas for public bondage. I found several stories where people had walked nude and in bondage, usually in remote wooded areas or at night. Nude walking did not appeal to me at that time; I was not, and am not, an exhibitionist. ...

Blake was an asshole, Regina told herself once again. That’s what made it so thrilling. Blake was the sales manager for PicoTech, a strutting rooster risen from the cold calls and deadbeat accounts to become the company’s golden boy, all before he turned forty. He’d been after Regina for two years, ever since she was hired to whip accounts receivable into shape. He brought in the business, Blake loved to tell her, and she made sure they paid up. It was a match made on the balance sheet, so why didn’t they combine their assets? ...

How I got into this situation is not all that uncommon. Everyone has needs, desires, wishes and wants. As for me, I’m just a kinky girl looking for her next thrill. My life had its normal ups and downs, friends, family and of course work. During the week I worked as a network administrator for a small company. I enjoyed the work, but like many one day started to blur into another. ...

Friday morning and me with no date tonight. That don’t happen often. I decided to indulge in my 2nd favorite pastime. Self-Bondage. I had been thinking of new ways to get myself into tight inescapable fabulous bondage. I don’t use a release anymore since I discovered two of my co-workers Sheri and Lou were into bondage as well. Whenever I feel the urge I call one or both of them and let them know. I tell them how long I want to suffer. I called Sheri and had to leave her a message. Lou I got and discussed my plans. I wanted about 3 hours. She assured me she or Sheri would check on me. ...