Humiliation

Author's Note: This is my first time sharing my self-bondage fantasies with anyone. Chapter 1, Part 1 I am a 21-year old bisexual girl. I am from a non-American descent and am an international student at my college in America. Throughout my teen years, I had been into bondage. I realized I was into bondage when I saw a movie “Serious Moonlight” on TV. It was about a couple almost going through divorce but the wife decided to tie up the husband and keep him like that until he loved her back. For some reason, watching the husband duct-taped to a chair while the wife was casually doing her work and talking to the husband as if he wasn’t tied up really turned me on. ...

Author's Note: A very possible scenario, one which the author would love to be the subject of. This story is developing as it is being written. Chapter 1 It was after my divorce, I was alone, I could do exactly as I wished. I had long, during my marriage, been visiting BDSM sites on the internet, I had even visited Mistresses in realtime, I had even visited transvestite Mistresses. I enjoyed nothing more then getting my ass raped, by a strap-on, or a real cock. I had never had anything really big up there but I was training it up with dildos etc.. ...

Author's Note: This is sort of a parallel story to my most recent tale. With a bit of a tie in at the end. Perhaps a bit of a slow start but it picks up pace quickly. Hope I was able to entertain you both times! Freddy still didn’t understand how it all went so terribly wrong. The fantastically rich haul was only intended to be deposited in the little cartel owned small town bank for a few hours. But a change at the last moment nescessitated added security be sent in for the week long extended stay. Thinking only of his 3 million, possibly augmented by some opportunistic chicanery Freddy gave the go order for the bank takedown. His AR15 was down and his hands were up 3 seconds later. His amateur hour crew quickly followed suit. ...

Chapter 1 - V for Vanessa While bound to the bed, enduring another interminable wait for the woman to return for more oral pleasures, I reflected back on the improbable sequence of events that led to this latest predicament. For as long as I could remember, I had desires to be tied up and dominated in bed by women. These desires continued through a couple of decades of a dull marriage and became stronger than ever once released from my matrimonial bonds. Frequent business travel provided an opportunity to live out some of those fantasies. A trip one fateful summer evening set in motion a sequence of events that forever changed my life. ...

I’m strapped down on an oddly shaped table. My feet hang over the end of the table so that I’m kneeling. Then I’m bent at the waist, so that my back is parallel with the floor. The center of my chest, between my nipples, is resting on a padded bar that is fixed to the table, and I’m strapped, above my crotch and again below my nipples, to this bar. My cock and balls hang freely–for the moment–behind that end of the bar. My nipples straddle the bar, and my head and neck extend beyond the front end of this padded bar. ...

Author's Note: A woman is having a problem with her new uniform Eros Technica customer support line. Your privacy and satisfaction are 100% guaranteed. Calls may be monitored for quality assurance purposes. “Hello, my name is Misty how may I help you?” “Hi Misty, I’m calling in regards to problems with my underwear. I can’t get it to co-operate.” “Oh dear, let me see how I can help you with that. Do you know the model?” ...

Author's Note: This is the first part of the story. If there’s interest in future installments, I’ll keep posting. I welcome feedback and ideas of what may be done to Shadow Part 1 Sir was taking the whole slave idea to the literal definition. I was in sky-high, platform stripper heels, faux leather micro mini skirt, tightly cinched corset and to top it off, black, lacy crotchless panties. Along with leather cuffs and collar, all locked on, with a chain hobbling my ankles and chains connecting my wrists to my collar, just long enough my hands could almost reach my bellybutton. That way I couldn’t touch myself. And while wearing all of this, he had me cleaning his house. That is, when I wasn’t tied up, servicing him and/or his friends, or put in some position to be frustrated or in the cage. ...

This is difficult for me to talk about but my first true self bondage experience is something that I, unfortunately, will never forget. Not a lot happens in Eaton, it’s a small town in southwestern Ohio that you might miss if you blink too fast. I had just graduated high school three months prior and was working at Mary’s Coffee. Mary’s proximity to the town square, courthouse and local newspaper meant that I got to know most of the residents fairly well, from Sheriff Rouscher who used to come to our school and teach criminal justice to Jean Marie who worked with my mother at the courthouse probate office to Agatha and Charlotte Ray, twin sisters, almost in their 80’s now, who would stop by for hot chocolate and wheat muffins almost every night before church. ...

When you love someone, you meet them halfway. I’m a switch and she is my lovely submissive who doesn’t have a single naturally dominant bone in her body. We’ve discussed ways that my sub needs can be met, and neither of us are offended or opposed to the idea of opening up to others to meet them, but for right now she’s able to prove the old adage true. She meets me halfway, and it’s absolutely perfect. ...

Author's Note: Please leave a comment if you enjoyed my story! Chapter 1 The party raged throughout the cramped dorm, music booming amongst the tipsy cheers of the guests. Nearly three dozen students were present, exchanging immature banter and drinking recklessly. Kyle huddled in a small corner, smashing together every ounce of confidence in his body. Across the room, the alluring Zoe sipped casually at her drink. Zoe had attracted Kyle’s longing eyes in their first shared class and had occupied his mind ever since. For nearly three months he had attempted to summon the courage to talk to her but had chickened out at every opportunity. However, when he had heard that she would be attending a party in a nearby dorm, he knew that he would never get a better chance to ask her out. ...