F-Self

My name is Andrea, and I’m an attractive blond in my early twenties who lives alone in an area known as Timber Coulee in southwest Wisconsin. It is a beautiful place with woods all around and numerous large hills. Recently, I went through a self bondage ordeal that was so exciting, I simply had to write about it. On a Friday morning in late August, I awoke and saw that it was gently raining outside and the temperature was 71 degrees. Warm, rainy days make me extremely horny so I decided to call in sick to work and do something I had wanted to do for the past couple of weeks. After quickly eating, washing up, and getting dressed in jeans, a white T-shirt, and white tennis shoes, I placed my necessary bondage gear in a small backpack along with a bottle of water and some insect repellant. Then I headed outside towards an abandoned farm about two miles away. The farm had been for sale for over a month, and I had previously inspected the property and found it to be ideal for self bondage. ...

1. Prologue Hi, my name is Andrea and I here want to present my journey into wonderland. The story you have before you is actually my BDSM biography. Some facts about my real life and identity are of course somewhat alienated. So are the names, except of my slave’s name, with in fact is Andrea. You will learn why. The storyline, however, is my real story. At the age of about forty I suddenly felt the need to write it down. Maybe as a therapy. You will learn to know why if you read it all. And because I wanted to post it in an international BDSM story forum I have written it in English. So please be polite, my mother tongue is German. ...

Author's Note: This is an homage to Ann, who used to write stories for this site – her ‘Bondaged in the Car Park’ is still one of my favourite self-bondage stories and is what started me writing for this site, look it up if you get the chance. I can’t imitate her writing style, so this is an adventure involving her as a character. Update (07/08/11): I’m not sure where to go next with this - any suggestions ? ...

Author's Note: When Anna decides to tie herself up and hide in a packing crate, her intention is to remain there for an hour or two at most….Falling asleep was not a good idea. Anna sighed as she strolled around the living room of her soon to be vacated flat. She kept trying to envisage how it had been only days before with all her personal possessions still strewn around, but for some reason found herself unable to conjure up what should have been an all too familiar scene. Not only that, but the memories that this stirred up seemed to cause a wave of nostalgic sadness to well up in her. Dwelling on the past, she decided, was not a good idea. She checked her watch for what must have been the hundredth time today: half past eight. ...

Chapter 1 – A Present for a Dunce The holiday season at the Academy was its typical mix of enjoyment and depression. The festivities planned always seemed to polarize the cadets, either looking forward to the parties, dances, and rest from the typical working schedule (which was grueling to be sure); or remembering family, friends, and lovers who were now far away. The fact that the minimum distance to one of the latter was over 100 million miles didn’t help many of the cadets. Throw in the average of over 22 light-years, and the depressed side wasn’t a surprise to anyone. ...

For years I have known that my husband John has received many bondage magazines, catalogs and photo sets, they show many young women in various bondage positions and attires. John has also written many stories as well of how this one was handcuffed or how lovers, friends and villainous characters tied up their captives in different positions. One thing that is strange is that he has never tried or asked me if, I wanted to be like any of the models in his books or stories. ...

Author's Note: This is the beginning of a long term story, check periodically for updates Katie waited for her roommate Audrey to leave the house, then closed her bedroom door. Unfortunately she didn’t have a lock on her door, but she knew Audrey would be gone for at least a few hours. So Katie went to her dresser and pulled out her fuzzy handcuffs, the kind with a safety latch so she could release herself whenever she needed to. Then she pulled out her vibrator, ballgag, and bondage tape and laid down on her bed. ...

The ability to create, on any medium, is what keeps me happy with life. Writing, programming, electronics, and even woodworking all give me a sense of self worth and accomplishment. To top it all off, when you can share your work with others and they enjoy it, well, you get the idea. With this in mind, I set my sights on making some furniture I had read in several stories. ...

Author's Note: Hi Everyone So after I punished my last story I got an email from a guy who told me the bit he liked most about it was the barefoot element. I’d included it entirely by accident and, of course I wanted to know more. I was intrigued, and I set myself a little dare (I set myself - please don’t email me thinking I’m going to fulfil all your kinky requests!). Anyway, afterwards I wrote a story which kind of documented what happened (I say kind of because I might have exaggerated one part to make it a better story… I’ll let you judge which bit). ...

She saw the huge box in the center of the living room as soon as she arrived home from her the last day of her part-time job. It was the only reason she had been working in the first place and now it was here. It was a dream come true. Her master had insisted that if she wanted this bad enough he would enforce her confinement but she would pay for it completely. Now it was here. ...