F-Self

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. ...

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. ...

It all started so simply. Wendy had always enjoyed playing with her vibrators more than actual sex. It took her a long time to come to terms with the fact that she was her own best friend when it came to pushing just the right buttons to get herself to feel SO good. Since she was 14 and had found her older sisters vibrating dildo in a drawer and played with it she had been hooked. The fear of getting caught borrowing the device instantly had her heart rate up, and her juices flowing. So for a long time she would wait until she had the house to herself, sneak into her sisters room and play with the dildo. At first she would always make herself cum as fast as she could because she was worried she would get caught. But soon there was a certain joy in extending the play… of teasing herself more and more, for longer and longer before that release. Every time she would tease herself more and more, for longer and longer, and each time her orgasms would grow in strength the longer she held off. ...

Chapter One Samantha moaned softly into her pillow, cursing the suns rays as they seemed to follow her around the bed. One eye cautiously opened to check the time, reading just after noon on her nightstand display. It would be several more hours until her first appointment. She moved her pillow once again to escape the sunlight and the faint creek of leather escaped from under the satin sheets as she settled in for a few more hours. ...

Author's Note: : This is my third story. I have kept past feedback in mind while writing this story. Please don’t forget to rate or write a quick review to help me improve, I really do take it into consideration for future stories and I enjoy hearing what you guys like and dislike. Enjoy the story! -Ashley Chapter 1 Her beautiful, long blonde hair was plastered over her forehead, slightly obscuring the ring gag that was keeping her silent. Her arms grew tired and her nipples became increasingly numb with each passing minute. She struggled to bring her arms down from over her head but it was no use, the chains connecting her handcuffs to the roof were far to secure for even a body builder, let alone a pampered, 18 year old California girl. She could tell he was watching and waiting for his moment to catch her off guard with a painful smack of his leather riding crop. She cried again at the thought of never seeing her parents or her boyfriend again. Right when she became flooded with emotion, the stranger gave a solid smack causing her to scream through her gag. She quickly looked around for the man but he had disappeared behind her once again. ...

Author's Note: This was a fun write! Hope you enjoy it! I’ve only been in the drawer under the bed for about three weeks now, but I’ve learned quite a bit about my owner. (We ’toys’ do talk when we’re not in use, you know!) Homemade 6 inch whip (dowel, screw eye, shoelaces), has relatives; 15- and 27-inch whips. Ankle and wrist cuffs were the first ones made. (The stories THEY can tell!) I’m a set of nipple clamps, one of two here. It’s the day after and the talk ‘round the drawer has been about what we did yesterday! ...

Trading Spaces Part I – The Uses of STB (Somidoben Trisopherous Benoline) As if you where tuning a dial on a television, we are going to tune this story’s narration into the mind of a certain Michael Senatin residing in Intercourse, Pennsylvania as he reads the ingredients and instructions on a new bottle of special something he recently bought to spice up his life…. INGERDIENTS*: water, sorbitol, PVP, propylene glycol, carbomer, keratin amino acids, aloe extract, tea tree extract, thriethanolamine, isosteareth-20, terasodium EDTA, fragrance, blue1, yellow 5.ACTIVE INGREDIENTS_: 1% Somidoben Trisopherous Benoline_ ...

Eden was invited to come over to visit her new friend Ann. She arrives early in the afternoon and finds the key under the mat like Ann had told her and lets her self in. Ann has a beautiful home. Eden sets about exploring, knowing that Ann would not be home from work for several hours. The two girls had made a date to go shopping that evening so she has plenty of time. This is her first time here so she was understandably curious. ...

Author's Note: Extreme rubber total enclosure self-bondage Chapter 1 The apartment was perfect! It was a nice upgraded one bedroom place in an older neighborhood near the Concord BART (Bay Area Transit System) stop. It made for an easy commute into the city. She could enjoy the fun and excitement of San Francisco without the super high cost housing. In fact this place was a great deal, under $1,000, which was next to impossible to find in the local market. ...

It was mid-May in northern Arizona, and final exams were over at last. Jenny knew that she had done well; studying is easy when you don’t have a social life. She entered the Student Union and looked around until she spotted her best friend Toni waving to attract her attention. Toni rejoiced, “Free at last! What have you got planned for the summer, Jen?” “Nothing much now. I had hoped to work with Professor Slovak on his biodegradable plastic project, but the grant didn’t go through. I promised my father that I’d visit him in Chicago, but I’m going to put that off as long as possible. How about you?” ...