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3mm From Disaster

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

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…

A Day Alone

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

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.

A Friendly Bind

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

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.

A Sticky Situation

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

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.

All His Own Doing

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

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.

Alone at Last

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

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.

An Experiment in Self-Bondage

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

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.

An Unexpected Adventure

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

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

Bondage Greetings

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

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.

Bondage Greetings, Gift Wrapped

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

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.

BootBoy in Self-Bondage

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

I come home from a workout and plan on spending the afternoon in bondage. I have tried for some time to find a Dominant woman interested in bondage as much as I am, but as of now have not had any luck. So I rely on self bondage to fill the void. Today I will use a technique I read about where I freeze the keys to my restraints in a block of ice. I freeze the keys in enough ice so it will take at least one hour to thaw.

Bound To Come

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This short offering is less extreme than my other fantasy stories as it is a factual account of a recent bondage session.

I have laid everything ready on the bed. These are a selections of straps, a waterproof jacket with a hood and rubberised lining, a whole head rubber hood with apertures only for my mouth and nostrils, an inflatable gag, and my home made nipple clamps. These are two small steel bull-dog clips with holes in the handles, through which I have threaded a short linking cord.

Boxed

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

I am 30 year old male. I have been married for a year. My wife Jess was not aware of my passion of bondage yet, but I have a plan to change that. Jess had to go to her job for a few hours.

For the past week I have been working on some stuff in my workshop. Now was the time to use them. She was going to be gone for about two hours. I first put a note on the kitchen tabe where I knew she would find it.

Calculated Misfortune

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Chapter 1

I recently took a vacation to a town where a friend of mine lives due to some work related stuff. I haven’t seen my friend for almost two year’s and I looked forward to seeing her. We had always been close to each other and had a special friendship, which allowed us to be there for each other without getting lost in the throws of a relationship.

She had moved away and we had always kept in touch with each other, a call every month was always welcomed and we understood that when we got together, it was like we had never been apart. I would always call her first whenever anything important was facing my life. I always appreciated her views and opinions and considered her my mentor in many ways.

Caught By A Friend

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: I’m not gay, I just have a lot of fantasies, so here is my second story. Let me know if you like it or not by leaving constructive comments.

[Editor’s Note: I attempted to edit this story without destroying crazymike’s style of writting or use of language. The text differs only slightly from the original posted on 7/5/12, but has been formatted and edited for your reading enjoyment. -mrhungry ]

Caught by My Neighbor

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: My first try at writing a story.

Part 1

It all started out like any other Saturday, I was just sitting at the table having my coffee and pondering about my whole life and my wife, who I miss very much. She got sick and passed away almost 2 years ago. I think about how we used to enjoy light vanilla bondage, where we would take turns restraining each other and just doing whatever we felt like to each other while they were helplessly bound . We would do mostly long tease and denial sessions, and forced orgasms, we weren’t into anything painful or weird. I am only 52 and have not really started dating much again yet. I guess I just haven’t found the right woman yet. Sitting there thinking about this was making me horny so I decided that today would be a good day for a self-bondage session. I found a few sites on the internet about self-bondage where I could make up different ways to secure myself with a delayed action release. Most of the time I would also find a way to have something setup to give me a long teasing that I have no way of controlling.

Caught by the Neighbours

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

While on my way home from work I thought about my next bondage outing. It was just after midnight and all my neighbours should be in for the night. I live in a small apartment building with a garage in the basement. In the past I have put myself in bondage down in the garage and been forced to make my way up to my apartment for release. Tonight I would make things a little more exciting by putting the keys up on the fourth floor; I live on the second floor.

Caught in a Predicament

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

My story started on a Tuesday night. My roommate Mike was off to work. He worked overnights. Mike’s girlfriend, Melanie also lived with us. She was planning on going out with some friends to a local bar. It was perfect for me because I would have the whole apartment to myself. I had took the week off so I could get some of my own kind of relaxation.

After they had left I started on my fun for the night. Since I do triathalons I have a smooth hairless body and am pretty slim. I started out by getting dressed. First I start out by putting on my black silk panties and matching bra. Next come the black silk stockings complete with garter belt. Then I slither into my own little black dress and finish it off with the black heels with ankle strap. I do my face up with makeup and complete the ensemble with a black wig. To top it off I put on my black elbow length opera gloves. With my slender athletic build I could pass if I ever wanted to go out. I never do though. I am completely heterosexual.

Caught in Bondage

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Whats up guys. my name is AL and im 19 years old. ive been into bondage for awhile now but only started to get into self bondage about 2 years ago. before that i used to look up bondage on my computer. one time i had gotten a virus and my dad restored it back a few months and saw all the websites i had visited, and found out of my love for bondage. i dont no but for me him finding me in self bondage would be very embarrassing.

Caught In Self Bondage....And A Fantasy Fulfilled

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Total fiction of course……and I have left out some detail to keep the narrative flowing but I hope that doesn’t spoil the effect of the story for you.

This is the tale of a man who has spent years keeping his selfbondage secret from everyone…..even his girlfriend with whom he plays kinky games in a basement dungeon at her house. Then one day, she comes home early amd catches him in the act…

Caught in Self-Bondage

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

The day I was caught in self-bondage. No one else was at home. It seemed like a great time for a little adventure, but first I had to prepare. In my room I stripped off my clothes, then from my secret hiding place on the floor under the bottom dresser drawer I removed my equipment several bundles of nylon rope, cable zip-ties, duct tape, and scissors.

Now, all I needed was a damsel before the adventure could begin, ya gotta have a damsel in distress for a self-bondage session. I went down the hall to my older sister Sara’s room. I tossed my supplies on her bed. Quickly, I began to collect the outfit for my damsel, 3 pairs of panties, bra, tights, white half-slip, blue-plaid pleated skirt, white peter pan blouse, plaid cross tie and black maryjanes for the classic schoolgirl in bondage scenario. I placed all these items on Sara’s bed. A glance at the clock reminded me that my parents would be home in about 2 hours. My sister was scheduled to work after school. She shouldn’t be home until very late. Thinking about being bound and the possibility being caught began to get me excited.

Caught in Self-Bondage

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: The first part of the story is true, the second is fictional

I have been going through a somewhat ugly Divorce, going on two years now and it all comes down to money, sex and a lack of respect. A lack of all three and mainly from her but now it seems she wants all the money she can get before it is over and as much support as possible. I have been more than fair but that apparently is not enough for her. We were married 20+ years, separated the last two with something needing to happen ASAP.

Caught in Self-Bondage Without Keys

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: this is my first story hope you like it

I just got out of school and graduated and got my diploma and a certificate of completion in automotive tech. so my family was going down to west Virginia and I had to stay home and babysit my niece and nephew. I had to watch them because my step sister can go out with her friend for her birthday. So it was Friday night and she leaving early Saturday morning. I thought I will play a little bondage for a while so I went to my room and grab out my bondage gear from in my closet.

Caught in Selfbondage

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

This is my first post. I have many stories of selfbondage but only one where I was found. Might sound kind of sick but I wish I had more because the intensity of the orgasm I had experienced that faithful day has yet to be duplicated. I am a 45 year old M to F CD and I have been dressing and practicing selfbondage since about 14 or 15. In those years I have become very good at putting myself into inescapable bondage until either the time release or the task I have mapped out for myself has run its course. I started out like most all CD’s did with wearing my Mothers and Sisters things.I also had acquired a pretty sizable collection of things that I had stolen from my friends mothers, Dresses, Stockings, Panties, and even Heels. I would only steal from the mothers that I thought were attractive. I had two friends that I considered there Moms to be hot and needless to say I had a lot of there things in my bag of tricks that took some time to collect. Which brings me to the one mother that I thought was the sexiest. My Step Mother. Yes I said my Step Mother. She was much younger than my Father and she had legs that at the time I thought were second to none. I would spend quite a bit of time at my Fathers and one day I found myself all alone in the house. Father and Step Mom were both at work. So of course I spent the morning going through her thing’s.

Caught In The Hot Sun

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is my first story, but go easy on me. This is kinda a fantasy of mine, which I hope never happens, but it definitely turns me on.

Chapter 1

I should first start off by telling you a little bit about me. I’m a small town country boy who loves to farm. I am thankfully living in my own house. Same town as the parents, but glad to be able to do my thing once in awhile. My other favorite love is bondage. I am a 6 foot tall, average built, 22 year old. I have an average sized penis. I have always loved anything BDSM. I will tie myself up and force myself to crawl to the knife or device I’m using to get out. But I just wanted something more.

Caught the Second Time

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Second effort, please comment. Hope you enjoy. Not the way I had planned it. Part 2 may follow.

Part 1

I am forty years old and have been married for twenty of those. The kids are off in college and I am currently retired thanks to six lucky numbers. My wife is a good woman, did a great job raising the kids. My only complaint is in regards to sex. It does not interest her and she has never initiated sex after we had kids. She will give it up if I ask but I try not to because I know she does not like it. I do not want to wander because I am a target. I have tried everything but she is happy with a vibrator. I bought it as a supplement, not a replacement.

Dickie and the Night Visitor

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: I published this a few years ago on another site. I don’t recall where or if the site is still up. I hope that is OK.

Chapter 1

“.. but you will spend the rest of your life as a plaything for me and my friends. Now open your mouth I need to…”

CLICK

“What was that?”

Dickie Johnson’s head popped up off the pillow leaving his favorite fantasy behind. Had he just heard a noise? It sounded like a key in his apartment’s door’s lock. Dickie would have gotten up to investigate but he was tied down pretty good. His feet were locked in cuffs, and spread apart with a 24 inch bar. The bar itself was tied in a very tight complex knot to the base of his bed frame. It would take a lot of maneuvering to get into position to untie that knot. Once he did that he would have to get off the bed with the spreader bar still in place and find the key to the cuffs. He had mixed the lock’s key with a few dozen others and then spread keys all over the apartment. He had no idea where the right one was.

Discovered

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

It happened to me one rainy weekday, my wife was at work & the kids at school. I thought that I could enjoy myself for a few hours in self imposed bondage before ‘peace’ was to be disturbed by everyone returning home. I carefully prepared my implements for the forthcoming session - the rope; chains; padlocks and gag plus throw in the blindfold for good measure - a few quiet hours bound & gagged was my wish, diverting the telephone and locking the doors & windows I went about my actions beforehand with well practiced rhythm.

Discovered in Self-Chastity

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Chapter 1

As I walked into work, I was a little uncomfortable. The cock cage was resting heavily, pulling on my balls. And when I walked, it pulled, which in turn excited me, and then my cock would swell against the closely spaced wires of the cage. Also, I noticed a very quiet little “tink, tink” sound of the small lock hitting the metal every time I took a step. It was very subtle. I wondered if anyone else could hear it. If they did, I hoped they’d assume it was keys in my trousers. Suit and tie guy. The thought of discovery - but not really believing discovery was a real danger - titillated me, and excited me more. And the whole cycle would start again.

Edwards Fortyhands Challenge

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: The story is about a young person that asked on the internet for (kinky) tasks to do. An unknown person replies to his request, sending him a task and ordering the young person to do. The young person follow the instructions of this unknown person and decided to perform the task, not knowing how it will turn out. This is where the story begins.

The Dare

The basic idea of this dare is to perform the Edward Fortyhands Challenge (EFC). The EFC is about drinking two 1 liter bottles filled with liquid that are taped around your hands until both bottles are empty. However, in the case of this dare, these two bottles contain a laxative liquid mixed with water, soda, grape juice or anything other you’d like to drink. Once this dare has been done, a report will be given answering certain questions.

Evil Step Sister

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

My name is Sean. When I was 18 we lived in a middle class home in a small town in Indiana. There are five of us my mother, my step-father, my 20 year old sister Sara, my 19 year old step sister Darcy and of course myself. Yes, my stepfather was an asshole. My Mom was nice enough. Sara attends the community college. She was very sweet, absolutely gorgeous, and was one of the most popular girls in high school. Her senior year she was even selected the homecoming queen. Darcy on the other hand was a freaky nasty bitch on her best day. It gave her great pleasure to make me as miserable as possible. She was tall, even a little taller than me at 5’9”. She wasn’t unattractive. It was just really hard to tell, because her style was so freakish. She would always dress in black accessorize with studded leather collars and bracelets, dark make-up and nail polish, an array of piercings and an assortment black wigs of varying lengths. A whole morbid-punk-goth sort of thing that fits right in with the group of freaks she hung out with. At home or at school we generally just tried to avoid each other.

Family Vacation

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is my first story submitted to Utopia Stories. I hope you enjoy it and look forward to future updates and twists!

Chapter 1

Well, it had finally arrived. After a week of anxiously waiting my first sex toy had arrived in the mail! This came as quite the relief as my entire family including myself were to leave on a vacation the following day. I quickly picked up my box and headed towards my bedroom to examine my newly arrived toy.

Festival Bound

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is a true recount of events from last weekend.

I’ve always been a kinky sort, so the chance to combine being kinky with being out in a normal public area was a real draw for me.

I was going to a one-day festival in a UK seaside town. These things are notorious for drunken behaviour, but more so for the lack of decent toilet facilities. I decided I’d try and find a way around that this year!

Finding My Handcuffs

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Self-bondage is bitter sweet because the best and worst parts are hopelessly intertwined.

The Move

I grew to not hate but certainly dislike home, town, the local cities. I was born here, my parents and siblings are close, but I had to move on. It’s not like I haven’t traveled, I needed to live somewhere else. Life was moving slow, I wanted less people who know my parents, and more options. So I moved to Florida, from one of the northern tier states, ‘for work’ and for the beaches, the sun, the weather.

Friday Night

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

The story begins one Friday night. I’d had a hard week at work and was incredible horny. Not having anyone to share this with meant I had to indulge in a little self-gratification to deal with my “stress” problems. I had received the instructions via email and was to follow them to secure both my restraint and my release. Of course, the entire episode will be filmed live on the web cam I had recently purchased for the viewing pleasure of my Mistress.

From Bad to Worse

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Today was the day. I have waiting patiently for Friday night to start my adventure. I had come up with the idea earlier in the week when I was changing the batteries in my walkman. The idea was so simple that I didn’t believe I didn’t think of it before. An electromagnetic release system. I had used ice a number of times, but most of the time I get the “urge” at anytime and usually never think to keep a key frozen in the fridge.

Government Mandated Classes

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: yes the ring was based on the terminators. please provide any feedback and or criticism I tried to build a story so it does start slow at first. if there is enough demand and positive feedback I will continue work on this series. some things may change in the story as I don’t feel confident on why the classes are now mandatory characters

John Smith: Freshman attending his first year at college.

Haruki Takes Control

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: My first story. I have had the idea in my head for a while but made up the story on the spot as I wrote it.

This is, I think, not the default ’tie-someone-up-and-fuck-his/her-brains-out’ kinda thing. I think there is a lot more to it. I tried to put some actual build-up and feelings into it and also some rookie mistakes.

It’s for you to decide and comment on if it worked.

Her Instruction

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Standing there looking at it gave me both a feeling of fear and excitement. The design was flawless. I have always enjoyed the lifestyle and the loss of control. But more now than ever I am driven by the experience, the expectation and of course the pain. Mistress has not seen this yet and The anticipation I am feeling is quite overwhelming. Knowing that in a few moments she will for the first time be able to give me what she calls our deepest desire. I asked her long ago to use her gifted imagination and find a way to test me both mentally and physically. I was dismayed when she told me but now I am astonished by her insight.

His Birthday Suprise

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Part I

“Come here – Now!”

Normally, any words from his sexy wife sent delicious thrills to his soul. However, when she used her husky and demanding voice, he usually went weak in the knees. This time was no different. He quickly shuffled over and sat next to her on the couch. She stared into his eyes as he shifted uneasily. Her eyes were like fire – melting all they looked upon. She loved to tease and torment him, and their bondage gear had steadily grown over the years as they both found their love of kink only increased over the years. She had a perfect body for her 5’7” height and she loved to drive him wild with it. His height matched hers and his muscle tone kept him larger than her. She loved every opportunity to dominate her stronger and larger husband, and he realized that today would be no different. Today was his birthday, and as he stared into her fiery eyes, he gulped – knowing that her gift would be intense indeed.

Home Sweet Home

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

One of the fun little games I like to play with my boyfriend is what we call “Hostage Escape”. The rules are very simple. If I free myself in the time (meaning my hands and legs are free) I then can capture him, and make him my slave. He has a tendency to lock a gag on, or chastity belt and keep the key with him forcing me to drive out in public to capture him and get the key. Just in case however, I keep a note explaining my situation with me to show a police officer if I get pulled over. I have never escaped though, so I was not worried about it.

Iced

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

The Discovery

Carrie had only been living with me for a few months when she got bumped to night shift. I could afford to support us both, but we weren’t married yet and she was more cautious about becoming dependent on me, besides the extra paycheck meant we could buy more toys. In the mean while, I found myself studying self-bondage when she wasn’t around to tie me up. There were times when I would come home to find her waiting for me to unlock her, but I was more hesitant about taking the risk of having to wait for her to get home to release me.

Jess

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Part I

It had been a few weeks since Tom had taken the spare room in Jessica’s flat. Jessica had taken on the lease for the whole flat and had been desperate for someone to take the second room. She was particularly pleased with Tom, he was tall, good looking and seemed like a fun kind of guy.

Tom had also been pleased to move out from the flat he shared with his ex-girlfriend. Jessica’s flat was small, but in a good part of town. Jessica herself seemed nice enough. Not what he’d call stunning, although she wasn’t unattractive, with shoulder length brown hair, pleasant face and pretty nice figure. Anyway, given the way his last few relationships had gone it was probably good that here he wouldn’t be driven to diving into another fling.

Krissy Bound in Public

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

I have read a lot of stories about self bondage. I am pretty good at it myself. Here is a true story.

My bondage fun started a long time ago, and to this day I get to enjoy it on a regular basis. I decided to try some self bondage in public. The fear of getting caught is a real thrill. Still I had not planned on getting caught, but the possibility is always there!

Landlord Nightmare

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Part 1

Here’s how it started. I do a lot of self bondage and was getting ready for another session. I live in a two story duplex and will put a key to some handcuffs upstairs in the last bedroom in the hallway. I like some pain while I am in self bondage so I first put some hot sauce on the head of my dick and let it rest on it for awhile then rinse it off, this gives me a burning feeling which really makes me horny. Now I take some clothes pins and cut the tops of them off so that I can’t move them up against the wall to remove them. Now I put them on my nipples.

Lucy's Collar

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

I hear the beeper on my collar emit one loud “tweet!” One? Damn it. Two would at least be a known quantity; just 100 strokes, barely takes a minute and George, formerly my Rottweiler but now apparently my master, is more than happy to make them quick. But one; he’ll know that it is a time thing, not a speed thing, and we could be at it for awhile.

It all started because I was pissed off. What pissed me off, you ask? Stupid porn stories.

Mailbox Masochism

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

This is not fiction. Every word of it is true!

I am a teacher and about 20 years ago, before I got married, I had an interesting summer. Since I had no time schedule, I would nap during the afternoon and then wake up in time for dinner. In the evening, I would write letters and then go out and mail them about 2:00 a.m., then go to bed.

I noticed how quiet it was at that time in the morning and wondered about taking some of my private self-bondage outside. [I had been practicing it inside.] Let me describe the way to the mailbox.

Much More Than He Imagined

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

She was a seemingly quiet and solitary young woman of around thirty. Though not unattractive, she dressed very plain and often mismatched. Being rather shy and reserved, you would never see her going out with guys. She just lived above her employer’s office and kept to herself. Perhaps she was even a virgin, destined to become an old maid. Who knows, she may have never even masturbated to bring herself sexual pleasure. However, deep inside lurked a horny vixen, who longed to enjoy the pleasures a man could provide.

My Day Off

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

After you went to bed last night, I lay in the living room pondering my morning off today. I thought about how thrilling it would be to have some time off to “myself” and I thought about some fantasies I might use to bring myself to completion (all involving you of course).

I imagined being teased by you. I imagined being touched by you. I imagined being tortured by you. But alas, you would not be here. What was I to do?

My First Time

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

I stumbled upon self-bondage by accident. I was bored one evening and by my self, looking at websites.I started by looking up erotic stories and one that I had read had self-bondage in it. As I was reading it, I was more turned on than I ever had been ( just by reading a story.)

A couple days went by with my mind just racing with all of these new ideas. I felt like I did on my first date full of excitement and fear. I was starting to think about all the stuff I had in my closet that I could use. I have been into medical braces for a while and started from there. I have also been into erotic enemas. I had never thought those two words would ever be in the same sentence until after the world wide web came to be.

My Plaster Box

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

The Frame

I have been looking for a better way to make myself totally immobile, without the help of someone else. I haven’t had many gains in the past few months, but I have established a fairly cheap and reliable way to use plaster, and get it to stick to my body. The thing about plaster is that it is not a ready to use product like clay, or Sculpy, it must be mixed. After mixing, it presents another problem, getting it onto the body. Having no helpers, I have no way to apply layers onto myself, so I must make the entire cast in one pass. This is not ideal, but it is the only thing that I can do at the moment. I have had many lofty dreams about making a frame in the past, a frame to enclose a small space big enough to fit my body into, and hold the plaster. I often imagine that if I had a nice wooden frame such as this, I could line it with plastic, and reuse it many times. The plaster could be dumped into the middle, filling the frame. Then I could dump the water into the frame, mixing it by simply rolling around in it. The great thing about this plan would be that as I mixed the plaster, it would be getting all over the wrappings, the mesh tape and sticking to me as well. Then once the plaster is well mixed, I could just lay down into the pool of wet plaster and wait for it to set. I have estimated that at least four 80lb bags of plaster would be necessary to achieve the depth of plaster that I desire.

My Weekend With Uncle Todd

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Chapter 1

I remember the week that Uncle Todd came to stay like it was yesterday, although it was almost a decade ago now. I had recently turned 18, just finished college and was enjoying my last summer vacation while still living with my dad at the time. One day, he came home from work and announced that he’d be leaving for a week and how I’d have the house to myself. Before I carry on, let me describe myself. I was 5’ 10, had shoulder length dark brown hair and a slim build, not chubby but not too skinny either. Around the age of 16 was when I first started dabbling I’m self bondage, but never had I tried it with another person, either tying them up or being tied up, however the older I got the more the urge grew. When my dad told me I’d have the house to myself my mind started buzzing with ideas, how I could bound and gag myself before sleeping and waking up in bondage, I could cuff my feet and hands together while I go around the house doing chores, the ideas were boundless.

Nightmare Desires

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Its not fully a true story but some part of it are. Rest are my fantasy I wish to come true some day. Also since I am not a native English speaking person, please pardon language mistakes. Comment below if you like my writing. It will encourage me to write next chapter.

Chapter 1

It all started with a friendship on a social networking site.. Years of search later I finally found someone who is genuine and straight about his fantasy. And also the one whom I can trust and fulfil my ultimate fantasy of dressed as complete girl. Tied helplessly for a certain or undecided period of time. Without getting disgraced or trapped or ultimate nightmare of getting abused by blackmailing.

One Hundred Knots

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: If you’ve read my earlier story, “Self-imposed Punishment” (Please do; it’ll provide valuable background that will help you to better understand what I’ve written here), you know the drill at my house: in order to cum, I must first suffer by the cock and balls. Intense application of electroshock is the punishment of choice.

Two things on which I unfortunately didn’t elaborate in that last story are the self-bondage method that I employ and the excruciating pain that I endure as I struggle to free myself. Those omissions I hope to rectify here.

One Mistake

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

I’ve always enjoyed being tied up but I’ve never had anyone to tie me up so I’ve always had to do it myself, but having roommates doesn’t make it easy. I’ve always had to schedule my self-bondage sessions around work and them, and even then I’ve had to keep it simple in case case they came home early. This was the routine for months until one day both roommates announced they were both taking time off work and would be out of town for two weeks. I also had two weeks of vacation time and decided this was the perfect opportunity. This was a dream come true. Two weeks for all the intense self-bondage I could only dream of before.

Outdoor Escape

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Hey whats going on guys? Before i tell you my self bondage adventure, allow me to introduce myself. My name is Mike, I’m 19 years old, and I’m from a very boring town in New Jersey. In my town there really isn’t a lot to do besides, well, tying myself up. I’ll get the once in awhile White Castle or Taco Bell run, and unfortunately, i still live with my parents. Well that’s enough about me, lets get to the part were i tied myself up and went outside while my parents were home. Did i get caught?!?

Over the Top Self-bondage

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Have you ever been in the mood to play and could not decide what to use? This character could not choose either, and chose everything!

While writing, three endings came to mind. I’d like to know how you like the current one. With enough hints, I might rewrite the story for a different ending.

As I returned to my hotel room, I felt my head singing, my stomach full of butterflies and my loins buzzing.

Paul's Journey into Paula

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This story started life as a video script, I played Paula/Paula ans two young ladies played the Mistresses.

Introduction

Paul went into investment banking straight from university, almost immediately he became a huge success, rapidly earning a fat salary with a huge annual bonus. As his reputation grew, he became more and more focused on work, when he reached the age of 40 he was approached by one of the banks partners who offered him a junior partnership, but suggested Paul needed a wife, if he wanted to progress further in the bank.

Payment Pending

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author’s Notes: This is a true story from a recent weekend. I’m not used to writing non-fiction so I hope you like it. To those who may wonder, the answer is 1 week :)

It’s not very often that I have the house to myself for an entire day. This weekend the kids were away and my wife at a concert in the northern part of the state. Since she wouldn’t be returning until the next morning I decided to try out some ‘real’ self-bondage.

Practice Makes Perfect

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

A while ago my girlfriend made a shocking discovery. Natalya decided that it would be nice to surprise me and take me out to dinner, but she wanted it to be a special event wanted the whole evening planned out and do something nice for me. Natalya opened the door (having the key) and walked though the door. There before me I saw my beautiful girlfriend in a stunning black dress, long blond hair flowing down her back and calling my name in the wonderful Russian accent of her.

Preparation is the Key

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is an true account of what happened last month. Enjoy!

Every year, I get a few days alone all to myself. And each year, I try to take full use of that time with some intense self bondage while doing some lovely cross-dressing.

The plan for this year hatched, like all good plans do, a few months before my free time was set to start. What I had worked out I suspected would be my best episode yet. And man was I right.

Puppy Love

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Part One

Eddie sets the Cosmopolitans down at their little table and nervously scratched his full beard as he surveys the scene with his new girlfriend Gloria. He takes a deep breath and braces for the reaction he suspects will follow.

“Gloria?”

“Gloria?” This time he taps his girlfriend gently on the shoulder. Gloria is busy chatting it up with a suave looking guy seated at the next table.

“Oh, whadda ya want, Eddie?… You know this guy over here is a diamond appraiser!”

Read Directions

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

It is bonus check time at work so I get to buy extra toys this month. It stinks being on a limited budget but with this extra money I’ll be able to buy this new slick looking Latex-Rubber hybrid suit that I have been eying. It’s a full body suit with an open face. The crotch area is made to look exactly like a female. My dick would have to go into a pouch and condom like tube and my dick would end up pointing up and be flat against my stomach. There is also a tube that acts like an external catheter where if I peed the pee would come out the pussy on the suit. The back part of the suit has a hole and special rubber that goes into the anus allowing for pooping while wearing the suit.

Real Life Restraint: Rachael

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is not fiction. It is a true account. It is 100% factual.

In my previous tale “Real life restraint” I recounted the true story of my first bondage experience and of the lady who allowed me to tie her. (Search my name to find it). In the closing paragraph I mentioned another girl from later in my life who I shared my first anal sex experience with. I have had requests to explain who she was. So this is the story of Rachael and of my journey into anal sex. This will be a difficult story for me to tell as I have to admit a few things I am ashamed of.

Reina

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: My first story, hope you like

Part I: My First Time

The sliding door swooshed open as I stepped into the airport on nervous feet. With my small duffle bag in hand I survey the airport looking for anyone who might spot me. My plan was to put togetHer a trip to teach a class at anotHer station. As far as work knows though, I am really on vacation. Everything will be cool as long as I make it out of Here undetected by anyone who might know me.

S.H.A.C.K.L.E.S

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Why didn’t I just read a book?

The day had got off to a bad start wet cold and windy, and I should have taken this as an omen of things to come. I had a day off college but all my friends had classes. My family wouldn’t be home until early afternoon .So I decided to go for a swim, I had put on my tight speedo briefs, got dressed, picked up my towel and goggles and headed for the leisure centre, only to find it was closed due to a power cut.

Safety Maid

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Why the hell wasn’t the maid coming down? I had placed her money on top of the note I had written; she could not possibly have missed it. I heard her walking about. She had finished using the vacuum cleaner, but still was not coming down. My note said to come down immediately. But perhaps, I thought hopefully, she only picked up her money at the end when she had finished cleaning. She would read it then. That must be it.

Sealed With Love

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

I have always had a fascination with chastity for as long as I can remember. For the past few years I have experimented with different devices and Most ball trapping devices I discovered weren’t successful at the level of security I was seeking. Around six months ago, I bought my first hip style chastity belt. Opening it after it arrived, I was amazed at the quality of the workmanship. It was a work of art. I could see my reflection in the polished stainless steel finish. Instead of the traditional padlock, It had a built in internal cylinder lock. The Cost was a little more but Well worth the three grand it cost me. The company I purchased the belt from sent me a home measuring kit, so we could get the accuracy of the belts fit as close as possible. After getting all my correct measurements, I mailed it back to the company so they could begin making my custom belt. It took a couple of months before the belt arrived, It was breathtaking but at the same time I could feel Knots in the pit of my stomach, at the realization that I was holding in my hands a real inescapable chastity belt.

Self Bondage

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Self bondage can be addictive, or so I am told. I have been experimenting for several months now and generally laugh at the documented misfortunes of others; perhaps not a good idea as God, fate or what ever will usually pay you back.

I had set a time and date in my head which had had to be changed several times due to my family not being where they should have been. After reading quite a few stories I “borrowed” pieces from some and planned my session. Working on the 5 “P” principles, Poor Planning makes for Piss Poor Performance I tried each piece of equipment, modifying their use as I went along.

Self Mummification Takes Turn

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: The first half of the story is real!

It was a free weekend all to me and I haven’t enjoyed self mummification in a long time. I first learned how to do it reading various tutorials online while putting some of my own twist on how to do it. The first time I did it I ended up with tape residue all over my body that took a long time to remove, a day to completely remove.

Self-imposed Punishment

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: A little background might give the reader a better understanding of what is to follow. I’m a successful, fairly well educated person, fun-loving and upbeat, with a variety of interests. I’m 60 years of age, 6’, 220lbs. and while not naturally submissive, slip easily into the bottom role. In fact, when aroused I experience intense masochistic cravings that allow a clever Domme to effortlessly manipulate me into wantonly and agonizingly suffering for her. I adore being visually teased and then, while tightly restrained, being subjected to heavy CBT (especially by electroshock) for my lustful attitude.

Sexolympics 2012

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This following is an Olympic parody that tries to re-imagine how things might play out if various fetishes and sexual acts were converted into Olympic-style sports. I have written this in the form of a newsbroadcast with a bit of overarching plotlines but the various events themselves vary greatly in their sexual content so take advantage of the section index below to pick out (or avoid) whatever takes your fancy. I hope people enjoy this, it was fun to write and try to come up with things that would be sexy, vaguely plausible, and in some cases be direct parodies of existing Olympic events themselves.

She Meets Me Half Way

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

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.

Sleazy Hotel Adventure

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This story is dedicated to a certain 23 year old undergrad named Ann living in Singapore. Based on her stories so far which I’ve enjoyed, we have similar dark desires which we should really do something about mutually fulfilling! If you like the story Ann, email me..!

My name is Quin and I’m a senior management person working in an MNC. I’m 30something and very selective who I share my time with. I’ve often been told I look half my age and still can wear my cabin crew uniform from 12 years ago.

Space Babe

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is my first story. While it is just my imagination working overtime, I would gladly welcome it happening to me for real! Please comment and let me know if you like it. Thank you.

Chapter 1

I gotta hurry up. I gotta hurry up. I gotta hurry up. I don’t want to be late! There’s no way in this world that I want to be late! I CAN’T be late! I just CAN’T. BE. LATE!

Stilling the Voice

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Part 1 - Preparation

I awake early, intrinsically realizing that today is the day. I have know that this day would come; planned a hundred times in my mind how it might unfold, seduced by the finality of it. Today is the day.

A cup of coffee brings me to full awareness and my preparation begins. Everything that follows must conform precisely to a plan that is being dictated by a voice in my head, my companion self, present since childhood.

Stuck in the Backyard

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: A true story of a self bondage session gone wrong

One summer night not too long ago, I indulged myself in a self bondage session in my back yard. As I do this very often, I was very experienced and had become over confident in my kinky habit. Normally I would plan my session and test that everything goes to plan, hopefully, and then proceed to actually lock myself into my predicament.

Summer Daze

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Chapter 1

Aaron was enjoying his summer break before college. He lived with his Mom and step dad Carl in a small town in northwestern New York State. Mom and Carl had been married for a little over a year now. They both had demanding jobs but tried to spend as much time together that they could and not make the same mistakes they had in their first marriages. This didn’t leave much time for him. Aaron was already somewhat of a social train wreck. He was small and skinny but with a protruding belly starting to develop, he had the same haircut since grammar school and he was totally devoid of fashion sense. At school he was either the butt of the joke or more often than not just invisible. He never had many friends let alone girl friends but he was OK with that for now. He was pretty smart, he was going to a big school in the fall on a scholarship and he was sure things would get better eventually. Besides he didn’t think there would be too many girls in his town interested in what he was interested in. From his readings on the internet Aaron knew that he was a sexual masochist and a submissive. He wanted to be in all the pictures and videos he had been watching on the internet. The sub tied over a bench being whipped by a beautiful cruel woman. The one licking the spit off a woman’s dirty boot. Being fucked in the ass and mouth by large German women (Aaron loved German porn,) Ropes, leather, cuffs, whips, cbt humiliation. He wanted it all. Every night he would masturbate to visions of himself lying naked at the feet of an impossibly beautiful woman; tied, beaten and humiliated, But in his small town and at his age and with no social skills he had no chance to do any of this. But he did the next best thing. Self bondage and masturbation.

The Blue Jeans

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Part 1

Brad was delighted; she had invited him for dinner. Kat was a fantastic looking woman, about 25 years old, who had recently moved to the country from Stockholm. Like many Swedish women, she was tall, slim and had long blond hair. She dressed casually, typically wearing a pair of blue jeans that just seemed to hug her waist and really showed off her great figure.

Although eight people had been invited to dinner, there had been a certain spark between Brad and Kat and he hoped that the evening would give him the chance to get to know her better.

The Campground

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

There is this camping area that I visited one time for a birthday party that is about 1½ hours from my house. A few months later, I started thinking that the set up of the campground would be great for a self-bondage adventure. It was the perfect campsite. Just out of sight, but kind of visible if you were walking by. I arrived at around 6 o’clock, and the sun was just about setting.

The Catastrophe

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

I sat down at my computer and was pretty bored. It was a Sunday night and I had no plans to keep me busy, not even a rented movie. Since I had not updated my site in a while, I decided that I would work on the next installment of Amber’s Misfortune. Completing what I set out to do usually never happens as I start to get turned on. Before long, I convince myself it time for a break and time to tie myself up for a bit. Last Sunday was no different.

The Chastity Diaper

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This story is about a Chastity Belt that looks like a thick diaper. It is not an adult baby story or diaper story. Instead, it it a ‘beware of what you wish for’ story.

Chapter 1

My brand new chastity belt finally arrived straight from the American 3-D CAD Printing Company. It was a beautiful lightweight design that strongly resembled a very thick adult diaper in every way. The only thing it did not do was crinkle. They told me they could make it smaller, slimmer and less noticeable, but I explained I really liked wearing thick diapers, so it would not be an issue. Besides, I also said I really wanted the chastity belt to be substantial so I could not feel anything between my legs. Besides, I secretly wanted everyone to think I was diapered all the time. So when the designer asked me how thick I wanted the hard chastity diaper, I told him to I wanted him to imagine it as thick as three over-night diapers designed for people who constantly wet. When he asked me if I was sure, I answered an enthusiastic, “Yes, I want to have a really big ass. I want my ass so big that I have to have special pants made to cover it.”

The Estate Agent

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

My wife has never really shared my enthusiasm for me trussing myself up in ladies hosiery. In fact she really doesn’t approve at all, and has told me so on a number of occasions when desperation has driven me to try to enlist her help. Consequently I tend to fly solo, and this usually means I take advantage of the rare occasions when I’m alone at home to indulge my fantasies. I need to be careful to conceal the evidence – she has warned me that if she catches me I can expect to spend a lot longer than I reckoned tied up. On the face of it, this sounds good, but I know she means she will head off to her mother’s or a friend’s at least overnight.

The Helpless Mummy

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

First off I am a 18 year old male and am a small size for my age, my name is Tom. I live with my mom and two sisters. One sister (Sarah) is 22 and the other (Ashlee) is 14. Since my dad died at an early age it is just us 4, and we are a pretty close family. Every halloween we have a tradition where we stay and and have a small party, with just family. The big fun of it is to suprise each other with what our costumes are at the party.

The Housekeeper

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: It’s not my first erotic story, but it is my first time posting here. Please let me know what you think, but be gentle with me it’s technically my first time!

Chapter 1: Discovery

My wife and daughter were going to see my wife’s brother in St. Louis over the Labor Day weekend. They invited me to go along, but I declined. Had it just been the three of us it could have been fun, but I didn’t want to be in the car for over four hours with her mother or sister. That coupled with the fact that they were leaving on a Thursday and having been out of work for the last six weeks, I needed to make some phone calls.

The Perfect Delivery

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: True Story, first of many

Chapter 1 - The Arrival

The following events are not fiction, this story and all future chapters added are entirely real.

I had today possibly the single greatest delivery of all time.

Something I’d wanted for years but because of the cost and size always put off but a couple of days ago I made the order and today it arrived.

I picked up the parcel from my delivery point on the way home from work, a large inconspicuous brown box about 2ft by 2ft and 1ft deep. Carrying it home my head was going crazy with the possibilities, I actually had one, after all these years of dreaming, playing scenarios in my head they could now all become reality.

The Picnic

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Part 1: An Innocent Outing

It was the last Sunday in April. My Japanese wife, Ai, stood naked in our bedroom. She held two bikinis in her hands and asked which one I liked best. I pretended to consider my response and after an appropriate pause said, “How about the cream one? It really matches your skin, if fact, it looks just like your skin.” She smiled and said, “OK. If it’ll make you happy.” “Oh, I think it’ll make everyone happy,” I replied cryptically.

The Real Deal

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: I know lots of authors say this, and no one ever believes them, but this is a (mostly) accurate account of a real scene I recently did. You can believe me or not, that doesn’t change the fact that it really happened.

Breathe in, breathe out - ninety-six.

Breathe in, breathe out - ninety-seven.

Breathe in, breathe out - ninety-eight.

Breathe in, breathe out - oh, god, please. Ninety-nine.

The Super

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Aidan Matthews stepped out of the elevator to the underground garage below his apartment building and started walking towards his car. He heard his name.

“Aidan!” It was the superintendent of his building, Lauren Wells. She was walking towards him.

“Hi, Lauren,” said Aidan sheepishly, which was how he did most things.

“How is my sexy lil’ boy toy?” Lauren said, grabbing his shoulder.

Aidan did not object to the harassment - in fact, he loved it. He liked Lauren but lacked the wherewithal to do anything about it. Lauren loomed over him - literally standing several inches taller than him, even in her brown work boots. She wore jeans that were not tight, but not loose either, showing the curve of her legs. The black t-shirt she wore was tight, emphasizing her waist and showing breasts Aidan had to concentrate on not staring at. Over the t-shirt she wore an unbuttoned flannel shirt. Her wavy brown hair was kept under a Caterpillar ball cap, and her hazel eyes bore down on him, as if pinning a bug to a board.

The Track

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: A first posting from me, and obviously incomplete. A lot of fun elements I’d love to have in the future, and some foreshadowing of things to come.

Part 1

Andy fell in love with the property the very first time he saw it. The house was nice enough, an old sprawling rancher with oddly shaped rooms and hallways all over. The house itself was only a portion of the reason that he fell in love with the property however. The house was completely isolated from the rest of his neighbors, the closest one being several miles away. There was also a well built barbed wire fence around the entire perimeter of the rolling acres. He wanted the isolation for planned project, and he knew that there was very little chance of anyone stumbling across him.

The Trip

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Part I

I enjoy dressing as a female. I do it as much as I can. I wear nylons or tights, support panties or girdles, and bra’s regular or long line under my clothes. I have a pair of knee high boots with 4” heels that I wear when I can. I am also into bondage.

Every now and then I get a chance to do both. This is the story of one of those times. I had to make a trip from Memphis to Nashville. It was to be an overnight stay. It also was going to be a daring fetish bondage trip.

The Trouble of Struggle

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Hi, my name is Alex and I am male, 21 years of age and am approximately 5.7" and athletically toned all over. I weigh around 10 stone (65kg).

Well what can I say? I am writing this story… well non-fiction story I might add to enlighten everyone of how easy it CAN all go wrong!

I have always been in to bondage but did not really know until I was approximately 16-17 years of age. I was bullied in school for as long as I could remember and even had to move school from time to time to avoid it. It wasn’t because I was weird, fat or disgusting but the fact they needed an easy target that they can pick on because… they could.

The Vanilla Wife

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Much of this story happened. I’ll leave it to the reader to determine how much. Further updates may come depending on events and on interest here.

Chapter 1: Kinky to Vanilla

Throughout my years as a single guy I had fantasized about a variety of bondage scenarios. I had dreamed of finding a partner who shared my love of kink. After a few failed relationships that bordered only slightly on kinky, I found the love of my love. She was smart, funny, kind, and the person that I knew, without a doubt, that I wanted to be with for the rest of my life. She was also, without a doubt, vanilla when it came to sex. That wasn’t to say the sex wasn’t good. Far from it; we had an excellent sex life but we didn’t engage in anything I considered kinky.

The Weekend

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: It’s been a long time, so please be gentle. :-)

I could barely keep from running as I made my way from the front desk up to my dorm room. The package I had been waiting for had finally arrived. This wasn’t just any package; it contained what I needed to take things to the next level. I was walking very briskly, almost at a slow run, weaving my way down the hall and up the stairs. The plain brown wrapping paper hid from the world what was inside; if they only knew. I could barely contain my excitement as I inserted my key and opened the door to my dorm room. “Hey Sam” I said trying to hide the disappointment in my voice when I saw my roommate sitting at his desk. Sam and I shared a small room that pretty much only consisted of two beds, two desks, and a small table in one corner with a TV on it. We didn’t even have a bathroom, just a sink. There was a communal bathroom and shower set down the hall. So the privacy I needed to check out my new toy was nowhere to be had. I was closing the door behind me thinking about where I could find some privacy when the door swung back in at me quickly. “Hey Bill, you almost ran me over back there in the hall! What’s the big rush?” It was Amy; Sam’s girlfriend.

Thorough Planning

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Blah, blah, blah, background, get to the story, right? This is a true account of one of those rare times that things went wrong for me. I’m a planner…I plan…that’s what I do. I seek out what could go wrong before I commit to it and I nip it in the bud. This is proof, though, that when you’re helpless, anything minor, no matter how minor, can be what does you in. As far as planning goes, “good enough” is never good enough.

Tied Togeather

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

The games we played became more and more painful but still there was something missing. The other bound most of the time one in a most severe way but we knew that, whenever it became unbearable, a single sign or simple gesture was enough to stop the torment.

It was Caroline, my girlfriend, who wanted more. She was rather skinny with little tits, fantastic nipples and a rather well shaped, whip loving, bottom. On an evening, when I came home from work, she was sitting totally naked in front of our computer surfing some self-bondage sites. Due to her reading and watching the pictures she was horny as hell. “Let’s get in self-bondage the both of us so that we cannot release each other.”

Tony's Story

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: : Names and details etc have been changed, so this isn’t about anyone out there directly. This is my first in what I am hoping will be many parts, so if its slow at first I am just setting a long stage so I apologize.

Chapter 1

Ever since I could remember I have had a preoccupation with the idea of bondage. I used to love it when different shows had some woman get tied up. I also found I loved the feeling of being tied, even though I would always fanaticize about using rope one someone else not them using it on me. I was always quite reserved though not because I was ugly. My name is Tony; I’m tall and about average weight and muscle, brown hair and blue eyes.

Trying to Copy

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Thanks to Gamma for inspiration.

Part 1

He stood balanced, completely focused on -and frustrated by - his predicament. What made the sexual and physical torture worse, somehow, was the fact that he had put himself in this situation by his own hand, after careful planning. He had already had two huge orgasms that had shaken his body, and he was beginning to get physically exhausted as well as sexually drained. As another shock hit his testicles he moaned loudly, sweating, and leaned back again, realizing that his careful planning was to blame. Tugging on his release for what seemed like the millionth time, he groaned deeply when he realized that there was still no give in the cord. Let’s back up to the beginning of this adventure.

Twenty-One Hours In Rubber Bliss

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Non-Fiction, the events portrayed occurred on Oct 8-9, 2020

The decision to do one more heavy rubber session developed early on Tuesday. The Monday session had been ten hours in rubber and there had been minor issues with the bondage strap system. Additionally, ten hours sealed in heavy rubber just didn’t seem to sate my hunger for rubber surrender.

I discovered that looping straps around the outside of my thighs and up through the crotch to lock on the waist belt had always been an issue. When seated, the straps would shift and sag loosely. The physics of the system just did not provide a way for the straps to stay tight. Additionally, the second set of chest straps had a similar problem which caused the chest harness to not be snug.

Two Can Tango

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Snow Day

For years now, my wife and I have enjoyed immersing ourselves in bondage adventures. We both like to be tied and we both enjoy tormenting the other, thus our games vary drastically from adventure to adventure. Depending on our moods that day, we devise interesting scenarios and restraint to put each other into.

A few months ago, during a particularly brutal snow storm, we were snowed in with nothing to do. All the surrounding stores, malls and restaurants had closed early, at least that is what they said on the news before the cable went out. After debating for an hour over what movie we should watch on DVD, we agreed on a title just in time for the power to go out.

Unexpected Delivery

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Preliminary chapter of a new fantasy story I am writing. Please leave any kind of feedback so I can improve!

Prologue

I suppose my true story begins in 2015, but for you to all understand it better, a little back-story is required.

Chapter One - A Life Changing Delivery

It began, like most things, with a crossroads. I was 17, fresh out of education and wondering what to do with my life. It was the summer of 09 and everyone seemed contempt with what was going on, me of course, I had no freaking idea! I considered myself pretty good looking, I’d had plenty of girlfriends whilst growing up so I guess I was right there. I stood at 6"6, short black hair an average physique, topped off with some decent muscles earned with sweat and tears from 4 years of

Unexpected Mistress

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Friday afternoons at work always tick by slowly. Even more slowly when you’re counting down the hours to fetish party that’s been on your mind all week.

I checked the clock: 3:30pm. The party didn’t begin until ten.

My experience thus far with such parties had been uniformly negative: sad, droopy older people and a ratio of men to women that was downright alarming. This was different. I had received a private invite from a group I’d found through a contact on Fetlife: unadvertised, with a strict age limit of 35, and a roughly even split of the sexes.

Vehicle Bondage

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

The e-mail was clear:

You will wear a tight black leather thong and the skimpy see-through white shorts. You will stop at the Circle K located at 7th Street and McDowell at 3:30 pm on March 7, and pick up a bag of ice. Be sure to wear your outfit in the store - I’ll be watching and you will be punished if I do not see your hot ass cheeks bouncing in those shorts. Do not be late, and do not adjust the shorts. Yes, I know they will ride up and expose your butt, but that’s your penalty for wearing such slutty shorts in the first place.

Vicky's Mistake

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Vicky and I had been together for nine or ten months and we shared an interest in tight, inescapable bondage. As we both enjoyed being bound we had agreed set days as jailer and prisoner. Vicky had been introduced to bondage by a previous boy friend and had only ever been the helpless prisoner. I had to teach her how to cinch ropes and tie knots, so we used a lot of leather restraints and handcuffs. I had been practicing self bondage for years and had built up quite a collection of bondage gear and gags. Vicky jealously guarded ‘her’ days, and would not tie me on those days no matter how hard I pleaded. I on the other hand was delighted to truss her up while I took breaks on ‘my’ days. As Vicky worked she needed to keep up with the ‘soaps’ to maintain the office chit chat, so I often chair tied her in front of the TV with a posture collar and headphones to ensure she paid attention. This let me sneak off for short solo sessions without her knowing (or so I thought).

Watching Movies

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Today was the day. I had put it off for one reason or another, but today was the day to try self-bondage in public. For some time I had dreamed of being helplessly bound in some public setting. I came up with the idea and had prepared for this day for a few weeks.

I started by getting dressed in my bondage outfit. Today I would be wearing a long sleeve black spandex body suit that sipped up the back, black leather corset, black leather thigh high boots with 5” heels and black leather opera gloves. I got into my leotards and corset and put on street clothes over them. In a large department store bag I placed my boots, gloves, wrist and ankle cuffs, pad locks, collar and a zip-lock bag with a large ice cube containing the key to my restraints.

What a Day

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Part 1

What a day this was finally going to be. I could just relax, unwind and most of all have peace and quite with no one around to distract me from doing absolutely nothing but some small yard work, swim in the pool or just do whatever it is that I wanted.

The weather was beyond perfect on this June day at a warm but pleasant 26C with a mild wind and no one home. You see after a very long week at work and with my wife’s 24 year old younger sister moving in with us for the summer, time was at a premium.

Whore in Training

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Part 1

My Master has never beaten me, his methods are more torture and endurance than anything. He is training me for a special task, how to be a whore. I am a man of medium build in my forties and I crave my Master’s approval. I mentioned that he has never beaten me, in fact, he has never laid a hand on me. My Master instructs me how to bind myself step by step. I have no timed release system, I simply hang on until my Master instructs me to release myself.

Wonderful Day in Cuffs

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

This is a little about me I’m a 18 year old Mexican American and im very shy with new people but after that I’m a real funny laid back guy. Im currently enrolled in high school and I’ve had a fantasy of being tied up since I was 14. I’ve experimented in self bondage lots of time. I own a lot of bondage gear: handcuffs, leg cuffs ball gag, chains collar etc. I prefer metalic equipment because they’re inescapable, when rope you could just cut it off.