Self-Bondage

Not that I knew what it was at the time, back then there was no internet to bring us together, and the small town I grew up in was part of America’s heartland. Still, the fascination of being tied up still took hold, and was fueled by the easy access I had to that most common of bondage devices, handcuffs. My Dad was a cop, still is as a matter of fact, and I used to sneak his spare set of handcuffs away and use them on myself, imagining all kinds of bondage adventures. ...

Author's Note: This is my first time sharing my self-bondage fantasies with anyone. Chapter 1, Part 1 I am a 21-year old bisexual girl. I am from a non-American descent and am an international student at my college in America. Throughout my teen years, I had been into bondage. I realized I was into bondage when I saw a movie “Serious Moonlight” on TV. It was about a couple almost going through divorce but the wife decided to tie up the husband and keep him like that until he loved her back. For some reason, watching the husband duct-taped to a chair while the wife was casually doing her work and talking to the husband as if he wasn’t tied up really turned me on. ...

Author's Note: A little background might give the reader a better understanding of what is to follow. I’m a successful, fairly well educated person, fun-loving and upbeat, with a variety of interests. I’m 60 years of age, 6’, 220lbs. and while not naturally submissive, slip easily into the bottom role. In fact, when aroused I experience intense masochistic cravings that allow a clever Domme to effortlessly manipulate me into wantonly and agonizingly suffering for her. I adore being visually teased and then, while tightly restrained, being subjected to heavy CBT (especially by electroshock) for my lustful attitude. ...

You are always so good at making lists, Becca! This is a compliment I hear a lot from colleagues and friends alike. Always meant sincere, it does have a backhanded element to it. It labels me organised, bureaucratic, predictable. Rebecca, the Excel Queen. Rebecca, mind you. Not Bec or Beckie. Not Becca, either. But people are so quick with shortening my name. Just as quick as with making list-related compliments. ...

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. ...

This is difficult for me to talk about but my first true self bondage experience is something that I, unfortunately, will never forget. Not a lot happens in Eaton, it’s a small town in southwestern Ohio that you might miss if you blink too fast. I had just graduated high school three months prior and was working at Mary’s Coffee. Mary’s proximity to the town square, courthouse and local newspaper meant that I got to know most of the residents fairly well, from Sheriff Rouscher who used to come to our school and teach criminal justice to Jean Marie who worked with my mother at the courthouse probate office to Agatha and Charlotte Ray, twin sisters, almost in their 80’s now, who would stop by for hot chocolate and wheat muffins almost every night before church. ...

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. ...

Monday Brooke and Ashley were lovers. Brooke was a bit of a tomboy, but not butch. Slim in stature with pointy breasts and short blonde hair, she could catch the eye of most men, not that she wanted to anymore. Now that she found Ashley, being with her was all that mattered now. She dressed casual with low heels or cowboy boots, shirts and jeans or sometimes leather pants. She wore minimal makeup, and would wear dresses and high heels only on special occasions like a wedding. She had a take charge attitude that Ashley loved, and although they were equals in the relationship, Ashley deferred to Brooke for most of the decision-making, trusting her to make the right choice in any given situation. ...

Skye is a 29 year-old woman with a passion for self-bondage. I first met her on a site for rubber fetishists and was drawn to her simple honesty. After discovering the wonders of latex, she had been introduced by a friend to the world of bdsm where she had tried self-bondage for the first time. She and her friend had subsequently gone their separate ways, and Skye realized that she had much to learn and asked for suggestions or helpful advice. ...

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. ...