Self-Bondage

I started getting ready around noon, it starts with a getting the mind right then working from there. I knew that you would be getting off until at least five but that ok too I would simply be waiting ready to go when you arrived. I started as I do all my projects like this with a nice long hot soak in the tub, it relaxes clears the mind and just feels really good. As I lay there soaking up the oils and I had added to the water enjoy the fragrance of the many candle and the soothing music of the light Jazz. I could not help but think about how great our little weekend getaway was going to be. It’s been months since we have done anything like this and we both know just how much we enjoy these little get ways. ...

Author's Note: Hey everyone! It’s time for a write up of another of my self bondage stories! :D If this is the first story you’re reading, I’ll give you a brief bit of a description about myself. My name is Naomi, I’m a 23 year old woman from Australia! I’m a pasty gal with dark brown hair that comes down to just past my breasts, which are a size 36D. My hips are size 40 so I’m kinda curvy. I’m also taller than the average gal, coming in at just over 6 feet, so when I wear killer heels, my legs go all the way up :p ...

Author’s note*: This is the 4th story I’ve written. This is a fictional story; there is no way this could actually happen. Sorry if there are any spelling/grammar errors, it takes a long time to edit and you still can’t catch every mistake. Thanks for reading and enjoy. | |Chapter 1 - Real Life Nightmare* “Emily, Emilyyy.” Whispered the quiet, soft voice of an unseen woman. Emily quickly looked around the dark, destroyed room to find no one else with her. She attempted to move towards a door but her foot became instantly caught. She looked down at a cruel metal cuff locked onto her ankle; the chain was buried into the cement of the floor. ...

Roxee was often called “Goth” or “Punk”. Mostly because kids at school are idiots. Which brought up her next issue, lack of adequate sex partners. Not that she couldn’t get fucked if she had wanted to but the boys and girls had no idea what to do with her. She had always loved being tied up, before she even realized that it could be applied to sex. And once she figured that out it was on. Or would have been had not everyone she had tried it with failed so pathetically. But that was about to change. She walked into her basement and flicked on the light. As she moved past a old mirror her mom kept down there she caught a reflection of herself and even she had to admit that it was pretty hot. Her 5’ 2’’ 105lbs. body was devoid of hair from her neck down and clad in black fishnet thigh highs with a matching garter belt and nothing else. To top off her look after she turned eighteen, which happened four months ago, Roxee had the local tattoo guy put small steel rings through each nipple and her clit hood. ...

I like being locked up. Face it - we all do. Halloween just happens to be the best time to show it. Most of my friends don’t know about my secret BDSM obsessions. Or the fact that I have a nice cache of material, including ropes, handcuffs, collars, blindfolds and chains stashed under my bed. No, nobody does. I was a 19 girl with dark brown hair, green eyes and a pretty nice body. I’d been trying to tie myself up properly for years. When I lived with my parents, they never had any ‘goods’. They were very, very strict on regulations, always wanting to know where I was going, who I was with, what I was doing. My Mom worked at home, and she frequently checked my mail. I could never really purchase BDSM crap for years. Halloween changed all that. ...

Author's Note: Just a short story I’ve worked off and on for a while. Hope you enjoy! Part 1 Trish paused in the shadow of the doorway, glancing nervously in all directions before opening the rusted metal door to the abandoned industrial building and stepping inside the cool darkness. Safe inside, she dropped a small clear plastic bag to one side. The bag clinked lightly as it hit the floor. The pupils of her startlingly light blue eyes expanded instantly to compensate for the lack of light, and it took her a few minutes for her vision to adjust. ...

I left home as I do any other morning, wrapped up in my thick black coat and scarf in a vain attempt to shield myself from the winter breeze. Hopping hastily into my car on the slippery drive I scurry off to work in the next town just a few miles away from here. I desperately blow into my hands trying to invite even the faintest warmth into my shivering fingers, cussing the weather and all the while disliking the fact I had to go to work in such abnormal temperatures. Little did I know what pleasures were in store for me by the end of the day and how blinding cold could turn into blazing heat in a matter of hours… ...

Author's Note: This is (potentially, if all y’all ask) part one of a three part story covering Princess’s adventures over the course of a weekend here in the beautiful Bay Area. While this is a work of fiction generally, much of the content is drawn from actual situations, and I tried to keep it as realistic as possible. In addition, this is the first story I’ve attempted in the woman’s voice, and specifically solicit feedback from those of the fairer sex as to any problems or improvements you see. ...

Author's Note: Hi Folks, one of my earlier stories that has been refreshed. - Shelley Chapter 1 Heather McCreadie sighed as the ruined castle loomed closer. This unexpected storm had thwarted her plans for a good walk today and it was raining hard enough that she’d decided to take shelter and ride it out. Coming inside and dumping her rucksack by the door. Obviously she was alone, thirty miles north west of Inverness on a long walk to Ullapool. But now she needed to let the mountain rescue people in the closest town know she was safely in cover. ...

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. ...