This is a story from when I was in college, but still living at home. The school was nearby, and commuting was cheaper than living on-campus. Usually, as a result, I have little time with the house to myself. This particular day, one of my classes was cancelled, and so I came home early to get work done. I was pleasantly surprised to find the house empty. Not knowing for how long, the risk of discovery gave me a bit of a tingle, and I decided to have a little fun… ...
I don’t get a lot of opportunities to indulge in self-bondage nor do my wife and I get to explore bondage as much as we would like. What with my wife’s schedule and having an almost teenage daughter around. But today all the stars aligned and lo and behold here I am with a Sunday all to myself. What to do? I only realised Saturday as I was slogging through a workday that I normally don’t work that I had the day to myself. Visions of sugarplums. No that’s the wrong story! I ran through a library of scenarios. It has been so long I didn’t know where to begin. Even by the time I finally went to bed Saturday night I still had no idea what I would do but I knew I needed to do something. It’s the few and far between thing. ...
Rob stood in the kitchen of his studio apartment. His friend, Veronica, had just left. The two had had a drink after class. Given how grueling the lecture had been, they should have had two or three. Rob secretly longed for Veronica, but for now was stuck in the proverbial ‘friend zone’. She was tall with dark brown hair and possessed the best body on campus, with a rare combination of long slender legs and a sizable rack. Getting her back to his studio for a drink was a start, but he’d have to settle for the small accomplishment. ...
I’ve always loved bondage, whether it be rope, plastic, or any other kind. but my favorite has always been self bondage. the kind that you do to yourself for pleasure, or for pain. I’ve recently been having this fantasy of being encased in concrete, completely immobilized, being forced to wait for someone to rescue me. i played this fantasy out in my mind until one day, the opportunity presented its self and i took a chance. ...
It was that time of year when the sun is a little lower in the sky. The leaves on the trees are turning from a rich green to rusty brown. He sat staring out the window dreaming of more exciting times. Dreaming of the Mistress he was still yet to meet yet was willing to serve. On the stereo, the music just added to his mood. It was slightly depressing, yet strangely uplifting and sexy. It was as if the weather was matching the music’s mood. As the song reached it’s crescendo, the rain started pouring. The umbrella’s of the passers-by were raised one-by-one. ...
Author's Note: A short story I wrote a while back. This is one of my first pieces, and could do with a little more polish, but I hope you enjoy even without it! The day has finally arrived - the day I plan to spend securely hogtied, unable to touch myself in any of the ways that I want. I had decided on a classic hogtie, locking padded leather cuffs around my wrists and ankles and pinning everything together behind my back using a single handcuff ratchet. Aesthetically, I would prefer the handcuffs to tighten directly on my skin, with the chain of my leg restraints looped around the cuffs, but I find that fighting cold steel leaves painful marks that raise too many difficult questions. ...
This is a story about my experiences in exploring self-bondage. I am normally a dominant male who enjoys placing submissive women in restrictive bondage for prolonged periods. I had always wondered what it felt like to be bound and helpless, so I began exploring self-bondage. As you should know, the trick with self-bondage is to make the release reliable and foolproof, although I would prefer to give control of my release to someone I trust, a keyholder if I can find one. ...
Author's Note: I have not written anything for a long time, be gentle. Encouraging criticism welcome! Having purchased my ticked I start walking to my theater, the movie has been out for a bit and it is a week night so it should not be busy. I find my seat and noticing I have about 15 minutes before it begins I start my fun. See, I am wearing blue shortalls with a long sleeved black shirt on, since it is a little cool. Around my wrists, and under the sleeves, I have on a pair of leather wrist cuffs. Under my shortalls I have a belt going around my waist. Through the side buttons of the shortalls I slip long cable tie through the space between the buttons, around the belt, and back out the same space. This leaves me with both ends of the tie hanging out. During this time some more people are wandering in, and I notice a few glance at my bibs, nothing more than a second take. I am of course cautious to make sure what I am doing is not seen. Once the lights are dimming for previews I begin the next part, which will make it really interesting. I first slip the cable tie through the ring on the cuff on my left wrist, then pull it to cinch it up tight, effectively now my left wrist is affixed to my side, but the way it sits, if I put my hand in my pocket you cannot tell the bondage, just a hand in the pocket. In reality though, I have little freedom to move my arm and it is bound to my side. I next use a cheap pair of nail clippers to cut off the excess cable tie. Getting my right side is a little trickier, but I manage it though patience and a few attempts. Cutting off the excess cable tie I let the nail clippers fall to the floor and kick them down between some seats. Now both of my arms are bound to my sides and my means of escape is at my car. Time to sit back, and enjoy the movie…I am bound to enjoy it ...
Author's Note: self bondage gone wrong over the holiday season. Chapter 1 I had found the perfect spot for some outdoor selfbondage fun, or so i had thought. It was a small school yard, with a a skating rink, and a small shack to put your skates on. The place was just on the outskirts of the city, a perfect out of the way place, with not to much traffic. ...
Author's Note: Self bondage gone wrong over the holiday season Chapter 1 I had found the perfect spot for some outdoor selfbondage fun, or so i had thought. It was a small school yard, with a a skating rink, and a small shack to put your skates on. The place was just on the outskirts of the city, a perfect out of the way place, with not to much traffic. ...