Self-Bondage

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. ...

Selene’s arm slides off Tephra’s taut stomach, the motion awakening both of them from their post-coital snooze. Selene then tries to untangle herself from Tephra and the sheets, only to be gently pulled back into Tephra’s handcuffed arms. “Teph, I gotta get going. The taxi’ll be here in an hour.” Tephra looks up with pouting deep green eyes and Selene is tempted to take another spin with her on the now soggy sheets. ...

I love hearing women squeal! Never used to but I think I must be getting sadistic in my old age, I mean when you come across one naked, bound and bent over, what else are you supposed to do but slap her arse? All I did was whisper, “Hello darling!” in her ear, getting a whiff of her bath oils and her exquisite perfume as I did so and slapped that superb arse of hers. ...

CLICK The penultimate lock was in place and I knew that this was the moment. Fear grew inside me as it always did and I lay back in silence gathering my thoughts, why I was still afraid of this moment I don’t know, I had done this dozens of times and never had a mishap. But the fear was there nonetheless, I had grown to expect it, even enjoy it. ...

Part 1 It was one of those rainy days when she just didn’t want to leave the house. Ella heard the rain before she opened her eyes, and then her roommate Sam knocked on her bedroom door. “Hey, I’m heading out to Newbury Street. I’ll be back later tonight!” Ella relaxed and wanted to drift back to sleep, but grasping she was now awake; got up, brushed her teeth and went to grab some breakfast. ...

I have a common problem. No one to tie me up. Naturally, I do it myself, when the opportunity presents itself, namely, having some time completely alone. Since no one knows about my “hobby”, I have to be very careful. I really don’t want anyone finding out about this because of my postion in the community, social situation, etc. Anyway, I’ve been doing this for many years evading discovery and being very careful not to get myself into situations that I can’t get out of. ...

Do I really want to do this? Or do I have another choice? Not really – if I don’t want to ruin my career – what might happen anyway. While I’m dressing myself to meet my fate in the park my thoughts are lingering back to the Friday night a week ago when the whole misery began. Well, it didn’t really begin there because my involvement in self-bondage has been going on for a long time. ...

Author's Note: This is a somewhat silly story, not to be taken too seriously. It probably maligns hypnotic therapy quite unjustly. It started with the recipe metaphor but ended up with Lola Jones. I wasn’t expecting that :) It has no direct intercourse but I think the story touches on most sexual themes. I have flagged it as Consensual and Non-Consensual. It really is one or the other but I will leave it to you to decide which it is. ...

Authoress Notes: The following story is as much about the current state of college football as much as it is about sexy coeds in bondage. Supposed student-athletes don’t get paid anything, and aren’t allowed any special benefits, while the coaches and administrators make millions. Somehow a lot of poor student-athletes wind up with nice cars, and stuff like that, though. While this story is not part of my Riverside series, it is similar to it. I chose the State University Panthers as my powerhouse football team because I like the colors black and silver, and catsuits are sexier than Bulldog or Eagle costumes. ...

9-4-8-7 Kira Petrova pressed the numbers in order and the lockbox unlatched to reveal the key within. She inserted the key into the front door and opened it. With a garment bag over one shoulder, she dragged her duffel in behind her as she switched on the lights. She surveyed what would be her new home for the next several months, and hopefully longer. The house was is better condition than she expected. When Cirque informed her that they recently purchased it from a fraternity, she thought it would be in some advanced state of disrepair, but it appeared to be in fine condition. She should know by now - Cirque are professionals. They expedited her work visa with impressive speed, there should be no reason to think they would house their performers in substandard conditions. The house was near UNLV, which made it conveniently close to the Las Vegas Strip, where she would be performing nightly in their new show. ...