Self-Bondage

Part 1 - Dancing in the Dark A few weeks after leaving The Farm, Sara was invited to a formal Scene event, to be held at a private club in the city. She asked her friend Meriam to take her, but Meriam had already made plans for that weekend. She referred Sara instead to Dan, whom Sara had met at a couple of parties earlier that summer. Dan was a nice guy, she figured; and he certainly knew how to tie a girl. She wondered, though, how he’d respond to her idea of a costume for the festivities. ...

I slept bound a few nights ago. A pair of leg irons locked together, a pair handcuffs locking my wrists together behind my back and a chain running between the two. When I sleep bound, especially in an “uncomfortable” position, the bondage usually is reflected in my dreams. I might be in public, handcuffed with my wrists behind me and nobody thinks anything is wrong Or I might have flashes of myself fumbling with keys, none of them working. Or (the best) sexual dreams where the dreams transform from lucid to “regular” (probably because the mind knows the wrists are still trapped and you find yourself cuffed again and again) I love these dreams. It’s not easy to start having them (since you have to be comfortable enough with your restraints to get to REM sleep, but uncomfortable for them to still be noticed), but having these dreams is very rewarding for me. ...

I admit it, I’m horrible at meeting men. I’ve had a few boyfriends, but they never last. Most of them turn out to be creepy slobs, and I regret ever giving them the time of day. Not to pass up an opportunity to find “Mr. Loveable”, I checked out the internet scene. Months went by with only my many failed attempts to show for my efforts. Everyone seemed so shallow. They wanted to know my measurements before they even asked me my name, if they asked that at all. Finally, I started chatting with a local guy who called himself “Seagull”. He seemed pretty exciting. In not too long, we got wonderfully hot and heavy through Instant Messenger. He seemed to enjoy getting me into thrilling self-bondage positions, which I acted out. As I was bound and waiting for my release mechanism, he would text to tease me for hours. I loved it. He was single, and I really wanted to get to know him so much better. After a lot of cajoling, I finally managed to convince him to meet, but he wanted it to be perfect, just as he envisioned it. His terms were that: ...

I know you are out there, my love: you who are that ideal fantasy woman, you who are my erotic dream, my erotic counterpart; you who match the depths of my esoteric sensual nature, you who are my tight-laced vision of loveliness; you who eagerly meet my desires with all of the sensual gracefulness of my sensuous goddess; you who take my breath away with the depths of your heady desires and your willingness, nay rather, your intense need to submit to the dark garden of overflowing erotic emotion, that which is your all consuming passion, the flower of rapture, and that which will make you whole. ...

Author's Note: Mack is hot. Literally: She’s sweating away under the scorching sun in the sweltering heat of a midwest summer. Seeking a place that is cool and free of the embarrassing stories (with pictures! Oh no!) of her childhood by her parents, she finds refuge in the one place her friend has forbidden her to go. And what she finds there might be more than she can chew… Mackenzie gave the steel shell door a shove with her shoulder and it burst open, causing her to nearly fall into the sweltering garage. As if the oppressive heat and humidity outside wasn’t bad enough… ...

Self bondage can be addictive, or so I am told. I have been experimenting for several months now and generally laugh at the documented misfortunes of others; perhaps not a good idea as God, fate or what ever will usually pay you back. I had set a time and date in my head which had had to be changed several times due to my family not being where they should have been. After reading quite a few stories I “borrowed” pieces from some and planned my session. Working on the 5 “P” principles, Poor Planning makes for Piss Poor Performance I tried each piece of equipment, modifying their use as I went along. ...

I am a small girl, 5'4’’ and 100 lbs, with long legs and ample breasts, a shaved virgin pussy 22 years old and live in a small town in Illinois. My name is Megan, and we keep it at that for now. I have been interested in self-bondage for as long as I can remember, and once in awhile I like to have a little bondage time to myself. I make situations that I cannot get out of for a long time, literally forcing my self into bondage for some time. Usually I am “spending the weekend with some friends”, but I am really in an old barn that is not in use, down by a creek on my families property. I found it with some friends, but they forgot it instantly. I have made it livable, scrounging up a bed, refrigerator and some little things. Once over spring break at age 19, I spent 3 days hog- tied. I was in there, and had set a timer to turn of the lights in the day and close the blinds on the windows during the day, so had to wait 3 days for enough moonlight to undo the combination that bound me. ...

She was a self bondage addict. She was obsessed with tying herself up as tightly and as cruelly and she could and as often as she could. Every rope, strap and gag was applied just as tight as she could stand, sometimes more than she could stand. She loved every second of her self imposed torments and I loved to watch her do it. She was a gorgeous woman a dream come true for any red blooded heterosexual man. Her shoulder length hair was dark brown not quite black, which contrasted perfectly with her pale white skin and bright green eyes. Large mouth with luscious full lips. She stood about 5’ 6" in her bare feet with long legs. Large breasts, but not too large, just the right size to bind and torment. Her ass was amazing, nice and round further accentuated by her tiny waist. For years I secretly watched her tie herself up in more and more elaborate ways. She was very creative, very masochistic and cruel to herself. This time I could not resist I decided it was time to make myself known, she was never going to forget this night that was for sure. ...

Author's Note: This is my first story please let me know what you think and if I have the right tags and anyway to improve the next part. ‘Bing’ went my phone as I was pulling in the driveway of the pizza store to get a pizza for supper. The message was from Ella and it said ‘can you please come over and help me I have a problem?’ I replied ‘ya sure will be there in about 10 minutes with pizza as well if you want?’ Her reply took awhile and read ‘ok thanks.’ ...

Author's Note: The first half of the story is real! It was a free weekend all to me and I haven’t enjoyed self mummification in a long time. I first learned how to do it reading various tutorials online while putting some of my own twist on how to do it. The first time I did it I ended up with tape residue all over my body that took a long time to remove, a day to completely remove. ...