Self-Bondage

Chapter 1 - Introduction of Amber Amber was a student attending the state university. Currently however, she was keeping herself busy with her summer job working as a waitress at a local pub. She seemed to enjoy her job, or at least tolerated it with a smile. I always enjoyed looking at her beautiful body; it was very athletic and toned. She had nice, large, well-rounded breasts. I almost couldn’t control myself as I would dream of ways to torture them. In fact, many times that was my reason for leaving the small pub. ...

Chapter 1 Amy Hanover stared at herself in the full length mirror. She was nude as she contemplated her body. “Man, I wish I had bigger boobs,” she told her reflection. Her breasts were not too bad. They were just barely a C cup and she often wore B cup bras so that her cleavage would appear more ample than it was. Frowning, she began dressing. It was her second month at the University of California at Berkley. She knew her parents were footing a large bill for her education. She was smart, but not smart enough for a tuition scholarship to a place like this. She had been sent here. Her mother had caught her yet again bound nude in her own bathroom. She had locked her bedroom door to make sure her session was private. That hadn’t stopped her mother who had simply unlocked and opened the door with a coin. She had been annoyed that Amy had not answered the bedroom door. When she entered, she had called Amy’s name. Amy could not answer. She had gagged herself with her own panties and sealed them as well as her lips with a few pieces of duct tape. ...

Getting in the mood I going to give you a little about myself . I am around 5’ 6" and weight about 140 lbs. My best features are my legs and breast. I ran track in high school which make them muscular and shapely. My breast are a 38c and at my 39 year old age they still very perky. I am just a little pudgy around the stomach ,but still could touch my toes without bending my knees. I have brown hair down just below my shoulders that change shades with the seasons, and blue / green eyes that can usually melt anyone that talks to me. This helps me at my job as a receptionist. ...

This is a story about my experiences in exploring self-bondage. I am normally a dominant male who enjoys placing submissive women in restrictive bondage for prolonged periods. I had always wondered what it felt like to be bound and helpless, so I began exploring self-bondage. As you should know, the trick with self-bondage is to make the release reliable and foolproof, although I would prefer to give control of my release to someone I trust, a keyholder if I can find one. ...

Author's Note: I have not written anything for a long time, be gentle. Encouraging criticism welcome! Having purchased my ticked I start walking to my theater, the movie has been out for a bit and it is a week night so it should not be busy. I find my seat and noticing I have about 15 minutes before it begins I start my fun. See, I am wearing blue shortalls with a long sleeved black shirt on, since it is a little cool. Around my wrists, and under the sleeves, I have on a pair of leather wrist cuffs. Under my shortalls I have a belt going around my waist. Through the side buttons of the shortalls I slip long cable tie through the space between the buttons, around the belt, and back out the same space. This leaves me with both ends of the tie hanging out. During this time some more people are wandering in, and I notice a few glance at my bibs, nothing more than a second take. I am of course cautious to make sure what I am doing is not seen. Once the lights are dimming for previews I begin the next part, which will make it really interesting. I first slip the cable tie through the ring on the cuff on my left wrist, then pull it to cinch it up tight, effectively now my left wrist is affixed to my side, but the way it sits, if I put my hand in my pocket you cannot tell the bondage, just a hand in the pocket. In reality though, I have little freedom to move my arm and it is bound to my side. I next use a cheap pair of nail clippers to cut off the excess cable tie. Getting my right side is a little trickier, but I manage it though patience and a few attempts. Cutting off the excess cable tie I let the nail clippers fall to the floor and kick them down between some seats. Now both of my arms are bound to my sides and my means of escape is at my car. Time to sit back, and enjoy the movie…I am bound to enjoy it ...

Author's Note: A longer story this time, I hope you enjoy. Part 1 We knew alot about this particular ritual. It was performed on a select few women, 3000 years ago, in a remote part of the Amazon rainforest. It took place in a temple specially made for this task. The ritual was relatively complex for its time, and sadly, it ended with the girls being sacrificed. Why? We were still not sure, but that is one of the things we were there to find out. ...

Author's Note: This is my third “Andrea” story, it is self-contained but you really should read the others in the series (Andrea’s Eventful Birthday; Andrea and the FetFair) if you haven’t already. I am writing assuming you read the first two and so some things may be undescribed or unclear that were explained in past stories. Some people just can’t help but over think, Andrea was not one of those. She was by no means dumb, but she was very good at being able to take things exactly as they appear. ...

My name is Andrea, and I’m an attractive blond in my early twenties who lives alone in an area known as Timber Coulee in southwest Wisconsin. It is a beautiful place with woods all around and numerous large hills. Recently, I went through a self bondage ordeal that was so exciting, I simply had to write about it. On a Friday morning in late August, I awoke and saw that it was gently raining outside and the temperature was 71 degrees. Warm, rainy days make me extremely horny so I decided to call in sick to work and do something I had wanted to do for the past couple of weeks. After quickly eating, washing up, and getting dressed in jeans, a white T-shirt, and white tennis shoes, I placed my necessary bondage gear in a small backpack along with a bottle of water and some insect repellant. Then I headed outside towards an abandoned farm about two miles away. The farm had been for sale for over a month, and I had previously inspected the property and found it to be ideal for self bondage. ...

Author's Note: This is an homage to Ann, who used to write stories for this site – her ‘Bondaged in the Car Park’ is still one of my favourite self-bondage stories and is what started me writing for this site, look it up if you get the chance. I can’t imitate her writing style, so this is an adventure involving her as a character. Update (07/08/11): I’m not sure where to go next with this - any suggestions ? ...

For years I have known that my husband John has received many bondage magazines, catalogs and photo sets, they show many young women in various bondage positions and attires. John has also written many stories as well of how this one was handcuffed or how lovers, friends and villainous characters tied up their captives in different positions. One thing that is strange is that he has never tried or asked me if, I wanted to be like any of the models in his books or stories. ...