Non-Fiction on Utopia Stories Library

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 Long Day

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

A long day..

It was mid spring a beautiful day and I had arranged with a girl I met online to have a little bondage fun. I had only met her once before as I was invited to her house for coffee and to talk about what I would like her to do to me.

The next time I saw her, one week later, I took a big risk on trusting her and the scenario was for her to take me anywhere of her choosing and chain me up naked and tease me and whip me etc. I had told her about the time I was abandonened and that I had enjoyed it and suggested I wouldn’t mind if she left me for as short time.

A Pegging on Halloween

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

Author's Note: Jalan Jalan is my 30-something wife, owner, lover, keyholder, and partner in all ways. I am her 40-something husband, pet, and often-chaste submissive. We maintain a 24/7 D/s relationship that works well within our marriage. This is my second (and I hope much-improved) story here.

It had been a rough couple of weeks. Both Jalan and I have had some personal issues, as well as the general busyness of life. Yesterday, we both felt better, she had the day off, and we had a date and a helluva night.

A Prize at the End of the Hunt

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

Author's Note: Hey readers - this is my first non-fiction story, so you won’t find any futuristic tech or, of course, anything non-consensual. That said, I hope you’ll enjoy reading about this adventure even a fraction as much as I enjoyed actually doing it. -Beast5

This certificate good for one Kinky Treasure Hunt to be redeemed as soon as the bearer is ready.

My wife found the Valentine’s Day card nestled between a dozen roses and some nice dark chocolates. She was probably expecting some kind of certificate. I’ve given her plenty in the past, but they’ve always been for things like back massages or nice dinners out. My certificates had never used the word ‘kinky’ before, and my wife was intrigued.

A Tale of Two Switches

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

Author's Note: Two switches fall in love and this is the first of hopefully many stories about their double-the-fun sex life

She knew what she was getting into, but he was such a good guy, did it really matter? She didn’t think so. Just because he was a bit kinkier than she realized, didn’t mean it would be a bad thing for them. It would definitely keep their sex life interesting for a very long time. Their relationship was new, but solid and she was excited to have another avenue to play. At first it was fairly harmless, a pair of cuffs here, a panty gag there. It was fun and new and exciting and harmless.

An Errand for Mistress

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

Author's Note: My first attempt, so I welcome feedback! Just please be respectful with your criticism!

I. Preparation, Part 1

She sat staring at herself in the visor mirror. Slightly flustered, it was annoying that it took nearly half an hour to get to the store from work. She would be halfway home on the highway by now.

Fucking Boston traffic she thought, and immediately chastised herself for the potty mouth her Mistress punished her for.

Andreas Journey into Wonderland

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

1. Prologue

Hi, my name is Andrea and I here want to present my journey into wonderland.

The story you have before you is actually my BDSM biography. Some facts about my real life and identity are of course somewhat alienated. So are the names, except of my slave’s name, with in fact is Andrea. You will learn why.

The storyline, however, is my real story. At the age of about forty I suddenly felt the need to write it down. Maybe as a therapy. You will learn to know why if you read it all. And because I wanted to post it in an international BDSM story forum I have written it in English. So please be polite, my mother tongue is German.

Barefoot in the Barn

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

Author's Note: Hi Everyone

So after I punished my last story I got an email from a guy who told me the bit he liked most about it was the barefoot element. I’d included it entirely by accident and, of course I wanted to know more.

I was intrigued, and I set myself a little dare (I set myself - please don’t email me thinking I’m going to fulfil all your kinky requests!). Anyway, afterwards I wrote a story which kind of documented what happened (I say kind of because I might have exaggerated one part to make it a better story… I’ll let you judge which bit).

Based on a True Story

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

Author's Note: Last night while watching TV I saw a advertisement for a movie that had Jason Statham tied to a chair with another man holding a gun on him. A moment later he somehow flipped himself in the air, chair and all, and came crashing down on the guy with the gun. At the end of the ad it said “Based on a true story.”

The story below is “Based on a true story”. The basic premise is true, the ice machines were true, the magically opening door is true, the epilog is true. I added bits and pieces here and there to make it a more complete tale but it mostly happened as stated.

Bedtime

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

Author's Note: If you have not read the first story, please do for the necessary background. This story can stand for itself, but the backstory drives this story.

This represents one of my deepest fantasies. It is a hope Domina will come through one day.

You may recall not to long ago, Domina introduced me to a straitjacket and the joys of pegging. That day was certainly one that has remained firmly in my mind for some time, and we have enjoyed this activity several times over since that day. It has been fun, but each other time cannot compare to that first time.

Belltown Birthday Spanking

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

Author's Note: I was just thinking about this incident, and it still excites me 10 years later. This is a little different fare than what I usually write. This is an absolute true story, it really happened. Not in a Penthouse “I never thought this would happen to me” sort of way, but in actuality. The names are changed, and if the exact order of events aren’t 100% correct, bear in mind that it was 10 years ago, and there was a lot of Jack and Cokes involved.

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.

Delicious Restraint

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

Author's Note: Thanks to everyone who is enjoying my adventures thus far!

I. Another New Purchase

It had been a few weeks since I had been to the bookstore. Sure, I had thought about going back, and indeed I did have a reason to go back (another item to purchase and test). But it had been so long I thought that Miss might think I chickened out, or lost interest. Would there be some sort of repercussion for not keeping with the seemingly weekly visit? Should there be? Would it even matter? To many variables, just go in and get on with it!

Elite Mistress

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

Author's Note: true story with out the names

Part 1: First Visit

This was a new Mistress for me just moving into the area, we talked on the phone after a few E: mails and it was set. Thursday at two sharp I’d better not be late or early but on time. I choose this Mistress of all the others because of what she showed for her equipment and her toys. Mistress was no beginner and didn’t want to bother with the novice as she told me there will be no safe words but she assured me she played safe. Her sessions are three hours long and she does no more than four a week. Mistress would know when to back off but not before pushing me out there. There will be marks lasting a few days or so Mistress said that was her way knowing I was thinking about her while hiding her marks from my wife. Like marking my territory so be ready for surprises here and there. Can you live with that my slut? Yes Mistress I replied. She gave me a list and that’s when the time was set.

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.

Football Widow

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

Author's Note: This is a story about how I used to spend too much time watching football and rushed into a bet that I really should have thought through better.

Chapter 1

My girlfriend, Amber, a five-foot, cute-as-a-button, short-haired brunette and I have been going out for about six months and have had a healthy sexual relationship. I love American football and spend every Sunday glued to the TV. So when she came to me last week and said that she would like to be with me more by spending our Sundays watching the NFL together, I was surprised, but also really happy; I thought it would be a great way to spend more time together.

Happy Birthday, Slutboy

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

To make a long story short, I am a switch – someone who likes to be dominant and also likes to be submissive. You know, tying up a woman and doing whatever I wish to her, and her tying me up and doing whatever she wishes to do to me or force me to do, and in both cases virtually no taboos. Unfortunately Cindy, my live in girlfriend of 3 years, is pretty much a submissive and has little interest in dominating me. I have managed to talk her into trying it once or twice, but after about 5 minutes she was done.

Icing Bound Fire and Her Revenge

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

Author's Note: I dedicate this to Mz Z who talked me into writing my stories.

She’s tied spread eagle to the bed and I’ve already worked most of the way through a bowl of ice cubes tormenting her to no end. To this point it has been all giggles and chills taking one ice cube at a time running them up and down her arms and legs along with teasing her feet and nipples.

Just Before We Leave

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

Author's Note: This is a true scenario my wife and I have both enjoyed acting out.

He is stood naked at the end of the bed, his erection betraying his anticipation and sexual desire. Mistress is sat before him, fully clothed, rolling back a single stocking slowly and deliberately. She is wearing an above the knee skirt and her boots, with barely black nylons just visible. Her blouse is crisp and feminine, a necklace glinting around her perfumed neck.

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!

My Adventures

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

Author's Note: : This story (blog really) is intended to be a collection of my self-bondage adventures. The depictions will be mostly true, but I may embellish from time to time. I look forward sharing my experiences with you and hopefully reading your feedback. I don’t consider myself to be a writer by any stretch, so I’ll apologize in advance for any mistakes.

November 20th, 2010

It is pretty common that at least a couple nights a week I will tie myself up pleasure myself until I’m ready for a release. This is usually right after my first orgasm but usually depends on how strict I’m bound. You see, I’m a bit of a claustrophobic. I love being bound, but if I think there is a chance that I can’t escape I start to panic. If I’m stimulated the effects are mostly negated which is why I usually need to release myself after an orgasm.

My Games

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

Author's Note: This is more of a report than a story. It is a report about the self-bondage games I play, thus all you will find in here is absolutely non-fiction up to each little detail. Enjoy and take away some inspiration!

In the case that you just want to read a self-bondage story, then I kindly would suggest that you go somewhere else. However, you really might miss something. Come on, give it a try!

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.

Panty Shopping

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

Author's Note: Again, another true story from us.

NOTE: This was actually written by me, Cindy, but I decided to write it from his viewpoint. More amusing that way, if you know what I mean. I’ll also note this scenario DID require a little bit of setup - but it was quick and easy. The store manager, Katie, is a friend of a friend, and I got it all put together with a simple phone call.

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.

Perhaps I Should Have Told Him

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

Author's Note: I have really tried to enhance my story this time by adding stuff not particularly dealing with how and where. I’m afraid I’ll have to admit that descriptive writing isn’t my strong side, and

While I’m writing this I have the tingling sensation in my secret place from a self whipping session which involved nettles. Somehow on the holiday described in this story I have become obsessed with nettles, and while I finish proofreading I am taking full advantage of the season’s last nettles. If there is a God, I’m sure he will send me straight to hell, but I hear that there are plenty of nettles there…

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.

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.

Real Life Restraint: Tanya

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

Author's Note: This is not fiction. It is true.

This is the third part in my Real Life Restraint series where I recount some of my own experiences. Search my name to read the others. This one is about my first affair. The ladies name and some details have been changed in case someone who knows her reads it. But it is a true account in every way that matters.

Reneé's First Time

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

Author's Note: This is another write up of a true story, about six months ago “Reneé” emailed me describing how she and her now husband had got into bondage and asked if I’d write a short story based on their experience. I’ve obviously changed quite a few details to protect their identities but I really wanted to leave as much intact as possible.

Let me know what you think, I’m a little concerned that I wrapped up the tale a little too early but I wanted to keep this one as close to what happened as possible rather than extrapolate and just write pure fiction - if you’re looking for that click my author name… There are plenty in there!

Settlement Girl Weekend

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

Author's Note: This is a true story, an actual description of my self-bondage weekend. Thanks to Zack for editing it.

I’ve always loved reading the ‘Settlement’ stories by Graham. To be honest, I like a lot of bondage stories, and I play bondage games with myself a lot too. But the stories I like the most are the ones where the characters are kept in bondage and are nude almost constantly. The girl or girls never have a chance of being free or clothed, and they have to adjust to living that way forever, or at least for a very long time.

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.

Slave Jenny Report No. 1

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

Author's Note: This is a true account of the events of 13th July 2011, which my friend SNAP has kindly, and brilliantly, illustrated. SNAP and I have formed a collaborative relationship which I call ‘Remote Control Bondage’ – from the USA, Master SNAP gives me my instructions and I, Slave Jenny, put them into effect, in England. I hope you enjoy the picture and text – if so, let me know (readers of my stories know how much I appreciate feedback !). If there is sufficient interest, we will do this again.

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.

Tamara's Self Bondage

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

Author's Note: A true account of a girl who can’t find satisfaction from her partners tying her up and turns to self-bondage instead. Things quickly go wrong the the inexperienced girl and she finds herself stuck by her own hand.

Part 1

“I couldn’t believe how tight the straps were. They were tight - TOO tight! I struggled, I twisted, I tried anything I could do, but the straps and leather cuffs just held me so firmly tight. I was stuck and worse still by my own hand. No chance of release, no chance of help. Yet another wave of panic spread over my body, quickly followed by another wave of pleasure from my constant stimulation. I was now certain that without help coming soon that I would go completely crazy suspended here…”

The Five Foot Spreader-bar

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

Author's Note: Self bondage can be dangerous so please be aware of this fact. Please do not try to imitate the scene.

A few weeks ago Peter measured, cut, sanded and made me a lovely long spreader bar for me to play with. It’s a thick wooden dowel rod five feet long with screw eyes in the ends and one in the centre of the bar. He painted it black for me and it has been drying in the garage all week, ready for me to play with. Now this spreader bar is only four to five inches smaller than me. So it would be a challenge how I was going to use it.

The Punishment Session

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

Update (2012/11/17): Some more corrections

Part I

It was a mid December and even the weather was an obliging conspirator. About six inches or more of fresh powder covered the ground and the wind has a sharp bite to it. I had arrived a full two hours ahead of the appointed time to make preparations. She might be a no show; but I was counting on her pride to overrule her fear. It was her pride in refusing to back down the made her one of the best subs with which I had ever played. This may sound like a bit of a paradox, but the only woman worth bending to your will is one with steel in her spine. I had learned that doormats were neither fun nor challenging.

The Surrogate

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

Author's Note: It has been quite awhile since my last story- Real Life interferes! This picks up with the same continuity and characters, just with some time separation.

As there is a lot of “texting” chat in this story, there is a lot of opportunity for incorrect grammar, so be forewarned!

I. PRELIMINARIES

It’s funny how life can get in the way sometimes. I mean we all have things that need to be done, or that must be done within a certain amount of time. But it’s just plain old frustrating when you seem to be unable to connect for months on end. Like two ships endless searching for each other in a fog, constantly passing just out of the distance of notice from one another.

Truth or Dare

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

Author's Note: This is just a small sampling of so many things we have done!

Cindy and I have gotten a TON of e-mails from just posting a couple of stories here - thank you so much! (There ARE more stories on the way!) We have replied to most of the e-mails, mostly copy and paste but we personalize them as well. One thing that stands out is, in my copy and paste section, I mention that the 2 of us have gotten into playing “Truth Or Dare”. Seems like everyone wants to hear about that, so, here goes. I am going to keep these simple, as there are so many of them:

Weekend in Hell with JessiBell

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

Author's Note: I hope to get the next part of the story up soon.

Part 1

As part of the upcoming Slave Storage program, Mistress JessiBell has been using me as a test subject to get a more precise idea of what is and is not possible in long term bondage scenes. I consider myself privileged to be part of these experiments. Many times I forget large portions of what happened. I often have to refer to the recordings of the sessions to remember the sequence of events. This last series of tests, which I describe below, included some of the most intense experiences I have ever encountered. Bear in mind that we have been working up to this level for the last eight months. I generally need at least a day to recover afterward. Your mileage may vary.

Willing Surrender

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

Author's Note: It’s been awhile, but I’m back!

I. Countdown

Well, this is going to be interesting.

It had been awhile, and Miss had said so. But unfortunately, life was getting in the way. So I suggested a change, at the urging of Mistress, of course! I initially had reservations about asking Miss to come to my home. It is a bit out of the way for her, but she lives south of Boston as it turns out, so it’s not as far out of the way as I thought it might be.