M-Self

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. ...

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. ...

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. ...

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! ...

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. ...

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. ...

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. ...

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. ...

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? ...

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. ...