F-Self

Author's Note: I thought i’d give writing a story a go, i’m thinking of adding more parts, let me know what you think, :D _Update (10/07/11):* i know i’ve been promising the second part for a while but here it actually is.* Part 1 A bit of background, I’m a 19 year old, 6’ 3" male university student with light brown hair and glasses, I was always seen as the geek in school and hadn’t had many relationships in the past, and those that I’d had, hadn’t got anywhere, I was visiting home for the Easter break when this happened… ...

Mary lay still, trying to conserve what little energy she had left. To be honest she had little movement available to her but she had been struggling now for over 36 hours with no effect. There had to be an answer to this predicament. She just had to work it out. In the mean time she must stay calm and still. Mary was one of Nature’s cruel jokes, a “Plain Jane”. She was flat chested and just a little too plump. Her hair was mousy, straight, and refused to sit in any styling position for more than an hour. She normally wore glasses, having tried contact lenses and found she was hyper allergic to them. No amount of money or style could make her attractive to the male or female sex alike. She was a loner, always had been, probably always would be, assuming she got herself out of this bind that she was in. ...

Update (2012/11/17): This is the 3rd revision with a small update. I’m sure it isn’t perfect but comments are welcomed. This story is in the public domain. It may be copied without restrictions. While not strictly necessary, please retain this copyright notice with any copies. If in the event you happen to make money with this story I would appreciate it if you donate a small percentage to the Electronic Frontier Foundation (www.eff.org). EFF is the leading civil liberties group defending your rights in the digital world. ...

Author's Note: Bondage is dangerous so never leave someone bound and gagged. However this is a story so if you want to be a do-gooder and state the obvious, DONT. Go and read something elsewhere as that’s your right. Now on to the story . . . . It had been quite a while since I had the nerve to do anymore self-bondage, after my last escapade. It was the shock of Jane walking into my house earlier than I had planned to meet her, only for her to find me tied naked and spread-eagled in my hallway, wearing just a hood with attachable gag and blindfold, with my Hitachi Magic Wand vibrator driving me crazy on a timer setting I rigged up for the occasion. ...

Author's Note: Bondage is dangerous so never leave someone bond and gagged. However this is a story so if you want to be a do-gooder and state the obvious, DONT. Go and read something elsewhere as that’s your right. Now on to the story . . . . Now all through my childhood watching the reruns on TV, I have been fascinated about the heroines always getting tied up and gagged and saved by the hero at the last minute, usually from a fate worse than death. Okay, it usually was death, but sometimes the endings went along the lines of being sold to Arab sheiks for their harems; or kidnapped and taken to be the concubine of some evil despot; or the cowboy saving the heroine from the Indians who were riding off with her. ...

The reflection in the mirror was quite different than what Pam had expected. She had thought that she would look slutty, or more to the point, foolish. But the outfit was far from that. Pam slid her hands over the form-fitting latex outfit. She was surprised that every inch of her skin; every curve, was embraced by the black material. It was quite tight too, giving the impression that she was made of rubber, rather than just wearing a costume. ...

Author's Note: I have really tried to enhance my story this time by adding stuff not particularly dealing with how and where. I’m afraid I’ll have to admit that descriptive writing isn’t my strong side, and While I’m writing this I have the tingling sensation in my secret place from a self whipping session which involved nettles. Somehow on the holiday described in this story I have become obsessed with nettles, and while I finish proofreading I am taking full advantage of the season’s last nettles. If there is a God, I’m sure he will send me straight to hell, but I hear that there are plenty of nettles there… ...

Author's Note: Fans of the History Channel will probably appreciate this more than most. But hopefully everyone enjoys ti as much as I had fun writing it. _Update (2012/02/28):* Sorry for the length, apparently having too much fun at Carissa’s expense. Glad you all enjoyed part one and hope you find Part two equally entertaining. Not sure where to take Part three, I have bits written in my head, but no concrete direction.* ...

“Have you been in my room?” Peggy demanded, her voice sounding extremely confrontational. The short, squat woman looked at her beautiful landlady through her thick glasses, a look of rage on her face. Janice looked at her tenant and laughed. “Why in the world would I want to go in there? I make an effort to avoid that part of the house for fear of coming down with the swine flu.” ...

Let me introduce myself. My name is Anne, I’m in my early thirties, I’m blonde, blue eyed, 34C-26-36 – not too shabby, even if I say so myself. I live in a pretty cottage – the result of 10 years’ hard graft in the computer industry and a messy divorce – in a small village right next to Salisbury Plain which, for those of you not from England, is a huge area of chalk downland owned by the Ministry of Defence and used about a third of the year for army manoeuvres and artillery firing. The rest of the time it’s an enormous playground for the public. ...