F-Self

Not again! OOOOhhhhhhh AAhhh AAhhh SSSshhhhhiiiittttttt. Ah Oh Wow. Wait a minute let me catch my breath. My name is Candy. No I am not a dumb blonde. I have Red hair that flows to 3” below my shoulders. I have a degree in Body Mechanics and Psychology And I am currently in a mess. Maybe I should tell you what my mess is. I love bondage. That’s not the mess. That get’s me into the mess. Tight I cannot move, tttooooootttttaaaaaalllll bbbbbooooonnnnnandge. Shit. My husband is a scientist. He specializes in body mechanics. Oohh Oh Oh Oh DDddaaammmmmn. Steve and I are working on the next generation of body armor and space suits. Crap AAAAaahhhhhhhhhh. Oh God that feels good. ...

Author's Note: A mixture of fantasy and reality for me. Well . . . ok, mostly fantasy, but not all of it. ;) Sorry it’s so long. I couldn’t stop myself! Comments welcome. Rhonda awoke with a fair amount of soreness and stumbled to the kitchen in her teddy, shaking out the cobwebs and following the smell of fresh coffee. “Morning, my pet,” Clark remarked looking up at her with a smirk from her newspaper. Rhonda winced at his presence. She was hoping he had let himself out already. Rhonda had a little over an hour to prepare before her BFF, Claire, arrived for an extended weekend of playtime. Clark didn’t know about Claire, and Claire didn’t know about Clark. Rhonda was hoping to keep it that way. ...

I hurried home from the office last Friday evening eagerly looking forward to spending the weekend as a chained and chastised slave bitch. I had been planning this for over a week and had everything waiting for me when I got home. First I stripped out of my clothes and got my chastity belt ready. I was going to use the remote-control vibrating egg with my chastity belt for the first time. The vibrating egg was originally bought by my brother-in-law C.B. Phile for a remote-control egg he was trying to make, but he never could figure out how to build it so my ex- Master Jason finished it back when I was still living with him. Jason also fixed it so it could be randomly turned on-and-off using a timer he got from Radio Shack. I never have used it before, so I was excited to see how well it would work. Anyway I threaded the cable from the egg through the slit in my chastity belt’s crotch then put the belt on. I had a little trouble getting the egg into my pussy and keeping the cable from slipping back through the slit, but once I had it up in me and locked the belt on it couldn’t come out. Then I put the free end of the cable and plugged it into the receiver box which clips onto the back of my belt’s waistband. Now I was naked wearing just my locked chastity belt with the remote control egg in my pussy. I was already excited knowing I would be stuck like this until I could get to the keys to my belt back at my office on Monday morning! ...

Linda was really stuck this time. She had placed herself in a hogtie with handcuffs placed around wrists and ankles and the linking chains crossed to complete the hogtie. This did give her enough slack so that she would be able to squirm her way to the keys in the next room. To make the trip more interesting, she had placed a vibrating egg in her pussy, just turned to low to keep her constantly aroused, but (hopefully) not enough to cum. This was secured in place with a tight crotch rope that would stimulate her more (not necessarily pleasantly) as she squirmed to her escape keys. Nipple clamps with weights on small chains were also used to discourage her from struggling too fast to the keys. She needed to make slow, smooth movements so that the weights wouldn’t jerk on the clamps as she squirmed on her side. For added difficulty, she had blindfolded herself. ...

Chapter 1 - Secret’s Revealed Over the last couple of years Wendy had began to uncover her fetish side. She always thought that bondage and the like were too bizarre and anyone who would participate in such activities was nuts. One night She and Tracey had been bar hoping while on a long weekend in Florida. They ended up in a multi level club that had four different floors. Typical joint that is trying to appeal to everyone’s senses. On the roof was an open bar area, not music, just a good spot to drink and smoke under the stars. The top floor was playing Country music and the main floor was all dance music. But the basement was the most entertaining. Very heavy music and virtually everyone clad in chains and leather and anything else you could think of. Although they spent most of the evening on the main floor, Wendy could not get that basement out of her head. Somewhere there was a dark side that was completely consumed and fascinated by it. ...

Author's Note: I have to admit I’m not as pleased with this submission as I have been with others, I like the principal but I feel I struggle with self bondage stories, they don’t seem to click. I’d been keen to hear any comments or suggestions as I have another potential self bondage story. Excitement pounded in my chest as I picked up the thin cord. I’d double checked the winch the previous night, the sun was shining outside and pieces I’d collected from the DIY store were laid on the kitchen table in front of me. Whether it’s harder for a female bondage enthusiast to purchase various thicknesses and lengths of rope and cable ties than a male I’m not sure. All I know is that I’d always felt extremely embarrassed whenever I tried, I was sure the teenage boy behind the counter saw right through my apparent innocence. ...

Author's Note: Nina tries her hand at self-bondage. Naturally, things don’t go exactly as planned… Thanks to all who provided feedback and helped improving the story! It was time once again. Nina had left for the weekend two hours early because she was certain she would burst if she did not do something about the frustration that had accumulated over the working week. Especially about the sexual frustration: She’d left Robert almost four weeks ago and had not had sex since. It was not the case that no willing partner had offered himself though; on the contrary, there had been no shortage of advances since word had spread that she was ‘on the market again’. If she’d accepted all invitations for coffee, she probably would not have been able to sleep for weeks - the customary fate of an attractive woman working in a predominantly male domain. Then again, nerd biotope would probably be a more apt description; Nina could not fathom why many of her colleagues apparently tried hard to match the characters from ‘The Big Bang Theory’ in both appearance and habitus. Consequently, among her would-be consolers, there had been mostly consolation prizes, and not a single man she would have considered fit to satisfy her very special needs. Those which Robert had satisfied like none before him - and perhaps none after. ...

After a busy day in the office Sharon finally arrived home to her large apartment on the 13th floor. Sharon was a young girl of 24 with blonde/brown hair and a slim body. Sharon was concentrating to much on her career that she had forgot about her social life. The boys always hit on her in the office or on the street, they all wanted her. They all wanted that tight pussy that’s between those sexy legs of hers, but Sharon had no time for all that. ...

Chapter 1: Lowered Expectations I couldn’t believe my project was finally complete; after only three months I could finally enjoy the fruits of my labor. Shaking with excitement, I stood in front of the device overpowered with emotion. Fear, excitement, joy and pleasure coursed through my veins at once. If not for the tightly locked chastity belt I knew I would have been on my third or fourth orgasm. Before I get into the details however, I should start with a little background first. ...

Ann eased herself into the steaming hot bath, a much-needed tension breaker. As she lay there swirling the scented waters over her tired and aching body, Ann began to think of ways to enjoy a long week-end. Her favorite idea was to think of a Dare for Carol. Even though the game was one they had played since college, lately it had been taking some decidedly kinky turns. Ann remembered the first time the game had taken such a sexy turn. Carol had held up a pair of shiny silver handcuffs and dared Ann to wear them out to a movie. They had draped a sweater over her cuffed hands and gone out. Ann could never remember what movie they saw, she had been so distracted by her pinioned hands…. That night was the first time she and Carol had made love. ...