Self-Bondage

Roger sat in his chair trying to puzzle out his problem. He felt caught in a trap. He was sure the whole thing was a mistake, or perhaps a misunderstanding. He had only been married four weeks, but how had his beautiful, loving wife effortlessly caught him, in what he felt to be, a web of control. It was this very morning he had concluded the problem was the chair, the one in which he was sitting, it was to blame. He thought back two months when his then fiancé, Hannah, presented him the chair. ...

Author's Note: A girl at home alone, gets to indulge in her new hobby She had found the ropes and the magazines by accident. They were hidden under Art’s bed, along with magazines of naked girls The girlie mags didn’t interest her half as much as these did. Where Art had got them from, heavens only knew. But it was easy to see why they were hidden. As she flicked through them, she felt something strange happen. She was actually getting incredibly turned on. She had no idea why, but it was a fact. ...

Temptation Smooth hands slid gently over my quivering body as I was lowered slowly into the soft embrace of silken sheets. They came to rest upon my slender wrists as a set of warm lips travelled unhurriedly from the creamy mounds of my breasts down to the moist warmth of my sex. The mouth paused teasingly and my body shuddered with longing, bending and twisting, trying desperately to re-establish contact with that unknown other… ...

Author's Note: Melissa was looking forward to a nice relaxing time in self-bondage…Then Louisa turned up! It was Saturday afternoon and time for Melissa to relax. After a long, busy week at work, she’d spent the morning doing all the household chores that needed to be done and been to do her weekly shopping. And now, the curvaceous twenty two year old brunette was looking forward to some quality time on her own. Meticulously, she went around making sure that all the windows in her apartment were shut, the curtains drawn and the door to the outside world securely locked. For Melissa wanted no disturbance during the next few hours; no prying eyes to catch a glimpse of the secret pastime that she was about to indulge in. ...

I was reading on my front porch when I heard the letter carrier’s old car stop at my mailbox. I looked up from my book and felt a surge of hope. Maybe a letter from Bob had arrived at last! I hadn’t heard from him for so long! The only things about the city I really miss out here on the farm are the Internet and e-mail. I ran down the long gravel driveway to the mailbox and eagerly opened it. Yes! there was a letter, and it was from him! I tore open the envelope, extracted the single page of lined notebook paper, and read the hand-written words. ...

Author's Note: If you have comments or suggestions please email [email protected]. As I read the email from one of my female online subs I got really excited. She is one of the local girls but we never met, due to her real life limitations. So I give her tasks through email and instant messages and she does it, then reports back to me with the details. This email is about a task I asked her to do. She gives so much details about the feelings that I am proud I gave her such a good task. But there is something else. She made it sound so good that I, even as a Domme, is considering trying it out. ...

Contentedly soaring along looking at my world below me, I see the far flung horizons of a crisp clear day beautifully highlighting the woods and fields that frame and border my old city like a newly bought green welcome mat surrounding a banged up pair of worn out shoes. The staticky voice in the headphones meant that I had received permission to make my approach to the runway. Awesome… This was it… I nosed over the stick and the Piper Tomahawk gently banked left to set up nicely for my bumpy but essentially clean landing. ...

Chapter 1 The last light of the day was fading from the sky when Susan pulled into the small factory parking lot forty miles from her home. She had timed things rather well, considering all the stops she had made on the drive up, and for the first time that day fully realized just what she was doing. It was madness, totally insane and dangerous, and if she didn’t end up arrested…or even worse, assaulted, she would be pretty surprised. ...

*CLICK* I slowly opened my eyes, blinking the sleep out of them. The sound that had woken me was Pauline’s bedroom door closing. I smiled to myself, since I knew exactly what it meant: Matt, Pauline’s boyfriend, had left for work. I rubbed my eyes and rolled over onto my tummy (although the fact that my breasts were now underneath me, being pressed by my weight against the bed, was far more noticeable). It was then that I realised how horny I was this morning. I decided to go and disturb Pauline… ...

Author's Note: I am thrilled to have a new Mistress, who for me is a penthouse-story-class “no way that would ever happen” level of wonderful good chance. The story itself is fictional so as not to boringly recount an event, nor predictive, as we play by ear. That being said, it is an otherwise honest introduction to the characters and the fun we’re getting up to. It is just Chapter 1, the introduction. Suggestions for the flow of the story are welcome! If it fits, I’ll add it…and may well suffer the consequences in the near future. ...