Sin_dy

It was a dark and stormy night. I sat by the fire reading a boring bookas thunder rolled in the distance. Suddenly the lights flickered and in a blink the power went off. The warm glow from the fireplace made eerie shadows on the walls. I lit several candles and sat them around the room. Too dark now to read, I begin thinking about all the selfbondage I had done and wondered what new mischief to get myself into. A plan begin to form in my head and I could feel the excitement building as I focused in on one of the candles, sitting in its large brass holder. ...

Its summer and so hot. The breeze is hot. The ground is hot. I am horny and hot. A perfect day for bondage and later a perfect night. I trudged up the slope behind the house and into the woods, working up a good sweat. Beads of perspiration made my naked body glisten in the sun and I didn’t really care. This was my day to get down and dirty. Literally dirty. ...

Oh my gosh! What have I done? Of course it is what I wanted. What I dreamed and planned for. What I had thought about for a month. And now I am stuck and there isn’t a damn thing I can do about it. I have hours to go before I can see good enough to work the dials on the combination locks. I hurt so. My poor nipples. Just a few minutes ago I was free but now I find myself spreadeagled so tight that any movement at all is impossible. My ankles, knees, waist, chest, neck and head all tied with ropes and cords. What a picture. I feel like I am being split in two with my legs spread so wide apart. ...

Occasionally I have to attend meetings in St. Louis, which is about 150 miles from home. I always dread the long drive and this trip was no different. Drive up in the afternoon, check into the hotel, find something to eat, watch some television, try to sleep and try and look well rested and alert in a boring meeting the next day. Little did I know this trip would turn out different. ...

Ewe wouldn’t believe how sheepishly simple my selfbondage plan was. I took a short scrap of 2x4 and cut it to a “V” shape. Then I screwed it to a flat board which was about 10 inches wide and 3 feet long. The idea was to make a place for me to sit with the flat board under my bottom and my legs will go to either side of the 2x4. I drilled a half inch hole in the board about 2 feet from the back end. Then I screwed an eye bolt near the end of the flat board. I locked a link on my handcuffs to the eyebolt. ...

Beep beep beep beep, as my alarm clock goes off right on time. Two in the morning already. I was sleeping so soundly. Get up? Do I have to now? Then my fantasized Mistress yelled at me. “Get up slave! Now! Strip off that nighty! Do it now! Get those panties off! I obeyed my imaginary Mistress without hesitation. Standing naked, at attention, I had to listen to the string of offenses I had committed. ...

The following kinky situations have popped into my head. Some I have done. Some I will do. Some I hope will never happen. Oh the possiblities. Imagine- Getting home after dark. You have stripped naked in the parking lot at work and locked everything but your ignition keys in the trunk of your car. Now you padlock a chain around your waist and around the steering column. As you drive the dimly lit streets you masturbate to an orgasm. Your padlock key hangs from a string inside your garage. Just drive in, roll down the car window, grab the key and your free. Approaching the garage you push the remote control button of the garage door opener to discover it’s battery has gone dead! ...

It all took place between my junior and senior years at college. I was back home that summer helping mom and dad on the farm. I already had a passion for selfbondage and was tieing myself up pretty regularly. There was an “adult” toy/book/magazine/video store not too far from the college campus and I would sneak over there and drool over all the goodies. Being on a very limited budget, I mostly just looked and dreamed. Occasionally I would buy a Bondage Life magazine or some other kinky publication and devour it from cover to cover. I lost count of the orgasms those wonderful magazines gave me, as I pictured myself all trussed up like the girls in the pictures. ...

By now I had experienced enough “selfbondage” to know what really feels good and what it takes to really “get me off”. I try to go a little farther each time, pushing my limits, and adding that special kinky something to make my ordeal last longer and hurt a little more. I couldn’t stop thinking about what was going to happen to me Friday night into Saturday morning. If I didn’t chicken out, I was going to take selfbondage to the next level and I shivered when I thought of my plans. ...

The auction ad in the newspaper read, “Misc hardware, locks, keys and other items too numerous to mention”. Locks and keys got my attention. The auction was being held this coming Saturday in the north end of the county. Too good to pass up. When I arrived at the old farm on Saturday, cars were lined up on both sides of the road. With so many here what chance would I have? I looked over the maze of stuff that was set out on long tables and in cardboard boxes under the tables. A lot of junk! ...

Picture yourself standing with your legs far apart and your arms being pulled up over your head so that your whole body is taunt as a bow string. I was day dreaming this and becoming more and more excited at the thought of really doing such a thing. That night I fell asleep working out all the details in my mind as my fingers instinctively caressed myself. The first thing I did the next morning was to fill my ice-pipe with water and put it in the freezer. Let me explain about the “ice-pipe”. First of all, I have 2 ice-pipes. A small one which gives me about 2 hours in bondage and a large one that lasts about 5 to 6 hours. To make one of these, take a plastic PVC pipe, like the kind plumbers use, and glue a pipe cap on one end and glue on a reducer cap on the other end. Then drill a hole in the solid cap end and put an eye-bolt there. Now to make it all work, simply drop in a short piece of chain in the reducer hole, letting a link or two stick out. Fill the whole thing with water and stick in the freezer. ...

After I “came out of the closet” and revealed my love of bondage to my boy friend, my whole life has changed. He took to bondage like a duck to water! He confessed that he had read the letters in Forum, Playboy and other men’s magazines and it was a real turn-on. He said just the thought of a girl, all bound up, unable to resist, unable to stop a man, or another girl for that matter, from touching, licking, probing, devouring her was a secret desire that probably most men have. Of course, few would ever admit it. ...

We had been going out for over three months. Kissed on the second date and conventional sex on the third. And it was good. Very good. I liked the guy a lot. Six foot three, brown hair, brown eyes and muscular. My perfect man and he has a good job as a policeman. What more could a girl ask for? I realized, if this perfect relationship was to continue, I must be open and honest with him. He is going to have to be told about my kinky side, my private life, my desire for bondage. Who knows he might be as much as a pervert as myself. Ha, wouldn’t that be something? I figure if I reveal that side of me to him and he runs away shocked and drops me… then he is not the man for me. ...

Its cold. The soft glow of light coming from under the door has long disappeared. I seem to have lost all track of time. It could be eight, ten or three in the morning for all I know. It seems like a long time ago that I clicked the last lock shut and sealed my fate. Condemning me to this closet, to this cell, for who knows hows long. I feel so helpless. Naked and chained. Of course it is what I wanted. It is what I have planned for. But now the excitement has worn off. No more adrenalin rush to keep me warm and wet. Only cold air and cold floor. I am sitting on an old rug, which I now realize is too thin. I suppose if I could reach it, I might try covering myself to keep warm. Now that’s a stupid idea. Then I would be sitting on the concrete floor. ...

Prison Bound by sin_dy Prison Bound by sin_dy It is half past midnight and I am laying here wide awake. Thoughts of bondage drift in and out of my mind. We finished the “Barn Project” last week and I keep wondering when he will lock me up. Let me explain. I am married to a great guy, that as luck would have it, is also a city cop, a policeman. He took to my bondage craving the very day I revealed my need for the total loss of control and the great feeling to be trussed up and your partner can do anything to you he or she wants. I opened my soul to him and ever since we both have enjoyed bondage to the fullest. It probably is the ultimate in foreplay. ...

8 8 Surprised Again by sin_dy Gromet’s Plaza - www.dajungle.com/selfbondage After I “came out of the closet” and revealed my love of bondage to my boy friend, my whole life has changed. He took to bondage like a duck to water! He confessed that he had read the letters in Forum, Playboy and other men’s magazines and it was a real turn-on. He said just the thought of a girl, all bound up, unable to resist, unable to stop a man, or another girl for that matter, from touching, licking, probing, devouring her was a secret desire that probably most men have. Of course, few would ever admit it. ...

I know what your thinking. No, not that kind of a box cutter. Read on to see what I mean. My husband and I have a great relationship and openly discuss our sexual kinkiness. He knows all about my love of bondage and how I really “get off” when I’m truly helpless. I never have to beg or coax him to put me in restraints. The sight of me laced with ropes or locked and rattling around in chains really turns him on. ...

* SINDY’S SATURDAY by sin_dy He stood behind me. His arms around my waist, hugging me and swaying to the music as I gazed out the window at the birds feeding. I was in the process of getting dressed as he came up behind me. Now I could feel his cock starting to swell against my bottom. His hands instinctively moved up and began caressing my breasts. I could tell he was all worked up again; even though we had just made love late last night. ...

* WAGON TRAINED by sin_dy The day was hot and humid. A perfect day to do outdoor bondage. Two days of on and off rains made my barn lot a sticky mess. Mud stuck to my shoes as I worked to stretch the manila rope from fence post to fence post. The rope was almost 100 feet long and by using a fence stretcher block and tackle set I was able to make it “bow string tight”. ...