Self-Bondage

I’ve been into “doing it myself” for many years and have devised lots of ways to put myself into all kinds of rope bondage situations. All the standards, hogties of all kinds, several kinds of chair ties, and even a suspension that almost backfired, but I have always been fascinated by a strappado position. I couldn’t figure a good way to get into it without taking a chance of injuring myself, i.e.jumping off a platform, etc. I finally found and bought myself a rope ratchet recently which I thought would solve my problem. All I needed was an ice link of some kind that would let me down after an unknown length of time. I settled on a small cloth bag with ice cubes in it, suspended from a high bar. Use the hook on the rope ratchet to hook over the bag above the ice cubes. When the ice melts the ratchet falls down and releases the wrist rope. I thought this out extensively over several weeks waiting for a good chance to put in into practice. ...

Author's Note: Again - this is from my own life. This is in fact my very first self bondage session. I apologize in advance if there are any spelling errors. Consider them part of the entertainment. “Wow. This silly Dane can’t even spell in English”. English is my fourth language and I’m influenced by English and American through television and radio. Concentrate on the story - know that it from a real life experience and try to overlook the occasional errors. ...

Author's Note: The story is based on a true bondage session and therefore it is safe to say that any resemblance to a living person is entirely intentional. You would never suspect it if you saw her at the shopping centre. She would probably seem to you like the soccer mum of the month. One could imagine her standing in front of the cooker while preparing a meal for her family consisting of a husband and the proverbial 2.3 children. The dog would be in the garden waiting to be fed after the family had finished their dinner. It’s not like she was bad looking, but she was surely not one you’d turn your head to look at if you passed her on the street. ...

Author's Note: A little story that I whomped up to pass the time while at the mercy of the airline industry. About a girl who loves self bondage and collects equipment to satisfy her needs. I have a tip for you girls who like toys - forget the boyfriends who are investment bankers, lifeguards or the like. All you get from them is money or big dicks. Get yourself an engineer. ...

Aidan Matthews stepped out of the elevator to the underground garage below his apartment building and started walking towards his car. He heard his name. “Aidan!” It was the superintendent of his building, Lauren Wells. She was walking towards him. “Hi, Lauren,” said Aidan sheepishly, which was how he did most things. “How is my sexy lil’ boy toy?” Lauren said, grabbing his shoulder. Aidan did not object to the harassment - in fact, he loved it. He liked Lauren but lacked the wherewithal to do anything about it. Lauren loomed over him - literally standing several inches taller than him, even in her brown work boots. She wore jeans that were not tight, but not loose either, showing the curve of her legs. The black t-shirt she wore was tight, emphasizing her waist and showing breasts Aidan had to concentrate on not staring at. Over the t-shirt she wore an unbuttoned flannel shirt. Her wavy brown hair was kept under a Caterpillar ball cap, and her hazel eyes bore down on him, as if pinning a bug to a board. ...

Author's Note: The Internet of things - why not integrate that with bondage? The technology is already there to make this device, I think it is more a question of liability and other legal issues. But technically absolutely doable. Chapter 1, the Test Ride Lucy could barely wait - but she had to. After delivery, the BMF required substantial setup. It also required ploughing through a lot of documentation, but eventually all was in order and system tests were complete. The new Bondage Master Frame was ready for its first ride. ...

Donna knew she deserved her time out. She had no right to insult Rick’s mother the way she did. Not everyone had a talent for cooking. Just because Donna was a great chef didn’t mean that everyone was born with that gift. So when Rick’s mother stormed out of the house after Donna’s callous comment about her dry-as-sand meatloaf, Donna knew she was in trouble. “Time Out!” yelled her angry husband, Rick. “Two hours!” ...

Part I I enjoy dressing as a female. I do it as much as I can. I wear nylons or tights, support panties or girdles, and bra’s regular or long line under my clothes. I have a pair of knee high boots with 4” heels that I wear when I can. I am also into bondage. Every now and then I get a chance to do both. This is the story of one of those times. I had to make a trip from Memphis to Nashville. It was to be an overnight stay. It also was going to be a daring fetish bondage trip. ...

Hi, my name is Alex and I am male, 21 years of age and am approximately 5.7" and athletically toned all over. I weigh around 10 stone (65kg). Well what can I say? I am writing this story… well non-fiction story I might add to enlighten everyone of how easy it CAN all go wrong! I have always been in to bondage but did not really know until I was approximately 16-17 years of age. I was bullied in school for as long as I could remember and even had to move school from time to time to avoid it. It wasn’t because I was weird, fat or disgusting but the fact they needed an easy target that they can pick on because… they could. ...

Author's Note: It’s been a long time, so please be gentle. :-) I could barely keep from running as I made my way from the front desk up to my dorm room. The package I had been waiting for had finally arrived. This wasn’t just any package; it contained what I needed to take things to the next level. I was walking very briskly, almost at a slow run, weaving my way down the hall and up the stairs. The plain brown wrapping paper hid from the world what was inside; if they only knew. I could barely contain my excitement as I inserted my key and opened the door to my dorm room. “Hey Sam” I said trying to hide the disappointment in my voice when I saw my roommate sitting at his desk. Sam and I shared a small room that pretty much only consisted of two beds, two desks, and a small table in one corner with a TV on it. We didn’t even have a bathroom, just a sink. There was a communal bathroom and shower set down the hall. So the privacy I needed to check out my new toy was nowhere to be had. I was closing the door behind me thinking about where I could find some privacy when the door swung back in at me quickly. “Hey Bill, you almost ran me over back there in the hall! What’s the big rush?” It was Amy; Sam’s girlfriend. ...