Self-Bondage

Allow me to introduce myself. My name’s Ann, I’m a 22 year old undergraduate living in Singapore. I stand at 1.6 meters, weighs 47 kilograms, measures 34C-24-33. The new school term has started. Ever since my daring, almost outrageous, self bondage in the school field, my face turns red everytime I passed by the field. The memory was bitter sweet, filled with pain and a strange after-taste of pleasure. As much as I’m physically pushed to my limits, the bondage and torture brought me to an ecstasy I’ve never felt before. I decided that I shall have a light session of self bondage first, and if it still excites me, then I’ll go for a longer session. I’ll decide if self bondage’s the hobby for me after the 2 sessions. ...

I am 30 year old male. I have been married for a year. My wife Jess was not aware of my passion of bondage yet, but I have a plan to change that. Jess had to go to her job for a few hours. For the past week I have been working on some stuff in my workshop. Now was the time to use them. She was going to be gone for about two hours. I first put a note on the kitchen tabe where I knew she would find it. ...

Author's Note: Meg surrenders, knowing she will be broken and rebuilt as He sees fit. Chapter 1 The moment of truth, the moment when she could no longer escape, when her body was tightly bound and at the mercy of another, was always the same for Meg. It always aroused her. It always made her short of breath. It scared her, too, because she knew what could happen. She was no novice, and had offered herself to many dominants. ...

It was just a feeling as it began and now it has become a way of life. It started in college when I was dating my first lover, he stated by holding my wrists over my head, he told me that it would allow me to reach a deeper orgasm. In graduate school my Psychology professor requested that a class member become a “case study” for our human sexuality class, I knew he wanted it to be me. As I raised my hand I only thought I knew what was in store for me. When the professor outlined the fact that I would learn more about my ‘submissive’ side I knew this would unlock part of me that I craved. ...

The buzzer sounded, indicating someone was at the door of the apartment building downstairs. Before Denise could cross the room to answer it, it buzzed again. “Sweet Jesus,” she muttered. “Yes, where’s the fire?” she asked, unable to hide the annoyance from her voice. “Denise, it’s Britney, I didn’t know where else to go,” came back a desperate voice. “Oh, Britney. Wasn’t expecting you today, why don’t you make your way up and tell me what’s going on,” Denise said. ...

Author's Note: All names have been changed to protect my identity and those of the people I met. ‘Pocketbook’ is a synonym for handbag or purse. 1. Inspiration and Preparation As I examined the photograph I felt a rush of sexual excitement. I had googled ‘burka’ and there she was; a brown eyed woman staring back at me through the steel bars of a cage concealed beneath the black fabric of her face covering. I knew at that instant I had to emulate her. ...

Chapter 1 I recently took a vacation to a town where a friend of mine lives due to some work related stuff. I haven’t seen my friend for almost two year’s and I looked forward to seeing her. We had always been close to each other and had a special friendship, which allowed us to be there for each other without getting lost in the throws of a relationship. She had moved away and we had always kept in touch with each other, a call every month was always welcomed and we understood that when we got together, it was like we had never been apart. I would always call her first whenever anything important was facing my life. I always appreciated her views and opinions and considered her my mentor in many ways. ...

Author's Note: If you’re here for the ‘good stuff’ and not the story, then start at chapter 2. Enjoy. I’d love to hear your feedback. Chapter 1: Bad Brake Vanessa moaned in utter ecstasy, thrusting her hips against the vibrator buried deep in her pussy. She seductively rubbed her big, round tits and curled her toes as she writhed on the bed. Spent, she slumped back onto the silk sheets. After a moment, she brushed her long black hair out of her face and winked at the camera mounted on her desk in front of the bed. She blew it a kiss before getting up and turning it off. She glanced at the clock on the wall. ...

It had been several weeks since my last bondage adventure; a lack of time and the demands of my course meant that I hadn’t been able to indulge my favorite past time. However that was going to change this weekend; I’d completed my last class project this week, handing it in to the lecturer two days early, and had no other pressing commitments to meet. In addition to this, my housemate Amy was going away for the weekend. She was off to see her boyfriend in Exeter and was leaving mid-afternoon on Friday, not planning to return till Sunday night. This meant I’d have the house to myself for just over two days and could indulge in some serious, and possibly noisy, self-bondage. ...

Author's Note: I’m not gay, I just have a lot of fantasies, so here is my second story. Let me know if you like it or not by leaving constructive comments. [Editor’s Note: I attempted to edit this story without destroying crazymike’s style of writting or use of language. The text differs only slightly from the original posted on 7/5/12, but has been formatted and edited for your reading enjoyment. -mrhungry ] ...