F-Self

1. Recruitment Once again I had to point out to my lecturer why he was wrong, why what he is preaching was so last year. This was a regular occurrence, the instructor, the so called ‘subject matter expert’ or SME, starting a class, and me taking over and finishing it. I got confident enough and brave enough during last year to start correcting them, and this year some of the lecturers were actually coming to me at the start of the term to check their facts so as not to be embarrassed by me like this during class. ...

Chapter One Aubrey absentmindedly brushed a stray strand of golden reddish blonde hair out of her face and tucked it behind her ear as she peered at the address on the plain brown box. She’d been jogging in the early morning coolness when the delivery service had pulled to a stop alongside, the driver asking if she could help him find a particular address. Aubrey took only a second to determine the destination, but rather than inform the delivery man outright, she’d spent a few more minutes studying the label. Any company that delivered products in plain brown packaging, and used only initials for their return address, warranted a certain amount of inquisitiveness as far as Aubrey was concerned. ...

Allow me to introduce myself. My name’s Ann, I’m a 22 year old undergraduate living in Singapore. I stand at 1.6 meters, weighs 47 kilograms, measures 34C-24-33. After several self bondage adventures, I am more than certain that this kinky hobby is what I crave for. My peers look at me as a cheerful and attractive young lady, little do they know that I have a second life with self bondage. Devoting myself to self bondage instead of seeking a boyfriend or partner may seem foolish, but I’m very sure at this moment that nothing else can bring me off the edge and into ecstasy like the way self bondage can. ...

After months of searching online for a partner in BDSM, I gave up. I tried all major adult sites and even Chinese ones, exchanged emails and chatted with some of the members, but none I met was serious about leading me in BDSM, and none was interested in developing a viable relationship. All they ever do was requesting to see my boobs, or me to masturbate on webcam and all kind of selfish and ridiculous requests. They were all so indulged in their own fantasy that none really cared about how I feel. ...

Author's Note: This is not much of a story, more of a technical self bondage description, intended for self bondage enthusiasts only. Anyone who wants to try this, feel free to contact me for tips! I know my English’s horrible and I suck at writing, so please be nice to me. Riding cowgirl has always been one of the most difficult and draining position for me, I can never last more than 5 minutes. I wasn’t sure whether it was because I lacked the determination or correct technique, but I was going to change that. ...

Allow me to introduce myself. My name’s Ann, I’m a 23 year old undergraduate living in Singapore. I stand at 1.6 meters, weighs 47 kilograms, measures 34C-24-33. After months of intensive studying, I was finally done with my exams in May, hence marking an end to my days in the university. There are many people and things which I would fondly remember, but for now, I’m eager to move onto the next stage of my life. God has been kind to me, I’ve already secured a job and would be working from July onwards. Which meant that I’ve got 2 full month of vacation! ...

Allow me to introduce myself. My name’s Ann, I’m a 23 year old undergraduate living in Singapore. I stand at 1.6 meters, weighs 47 kilograms, measures 34C-24-33. It took me a while to recover from the tormenting session at home. I had ugly marks on my wrist and ankles, a pair of very sore nipples, painful vagina lips and very numb clitoris. For days, I had to give up pretty skirts for long jeans and long-sleeved shirts. I was so scared that my self-bondage sessions would leave me with scars and permanent damage that I completely stayed away from self bondage for months. ...

Allow me to introduce myself. My name’s Ann, I’m a 22 year old undergraduate living in Singapore. I stand at 1.6 meters, weighs 47 kilograms, measures 34C-24-33. My indulgence for self bondage started around the same time when I first had a personal computer to use. I was just 16, and doing research for a school project. By a beautiful coincident, I stumbered upon a website on self bondage. I felt so wrong to be surfing such a site, but as I read the stories posted, there was a strange attraction which propelled me to read on. One story after another, I read on; Foreign words like “hog tie”, “leather cuffs”, “ball gags” became more familar. Before I realised, I’ve been glued to the screen for hours. ...

Allow me to introduce myself. My name’s Ann, I’m a 22 year old undergraduate living in Singapore. I stand at 1.6 meters, weighs 47 kilograms, measures 34C-24-33. The new school term has started. Ever since my daring, almost outrageous, self bondage in the school field, my face turns red everytime I passed by the field. The memory was bitter sweet, filled with pain and a strange after-taste of pleasure. As much as I’m physically pushed to my limits, the bondage and torture brought me to an ecstasy I’ve never felt before. I decided that I shall have a light session of self bondage first, and if it still excites me, then I’ll go for a longer session. I’ll decide if self bondage’s the hobby for me after the 2 sessions. ...

Author's Note: Meg surrenders, knowing she will be broken and rebuilt as He sees fit. Chapter 1 The moment of truth, the moment when she could no longer escape, when her body was tightly bound and at the mercy of another, was always the same for Meg. It always aroused her. It always made her short of breath. It scared her, too, because she knew what could happen. She was no novice, and had offered herself to many dominants. ...