I have been into self-bondage for more years that I wish to admit. I started as a child by wrapping ACE bandages around my cock and balls to masturbate. It was a wonderful experience. The tightness of the bandages made for very intense orgasms. I discovered early on that it felt even better if I shoved a candle up my bun hole. As I got older, I discovered other things, too, such as my mother’s girdles. I suppose that was my first step towards mummification since it fitted so tightly about my waist. She used the panty girdle style, and they fit very snuggly in my crotch, which was also a good thing. ...

Note to the author: I don’t have part two of this story. It’s been a few months, since I returned from our holiday, where I was left for ages completely mummified. I have forgiven Kristy, who has now moved in with a new boyfriend. My new partner Dave still loves me to wear tight skirts, tighter the better, at home I have made a hobble skirt out of a pair of his jeans, they are so tight I only can move 4 inches at one time, and there is still a ban on trousers in the house. When Dave comes home from work, he changes in the garage into his favourite skirt, a taken in below the knee stretch denim skirt he lives in it. ...

The knock on the door came as a surprise. With the kids at school, and her husband at work, she’d been looking forward to a quiet, relaxing day. With a soft sigh, she drew her robe closer about her and opened the door. She wasn’t sure what she was expecting, but it wasn’t what she saw. “Master?” Dressed in his customary black, he stood in the doorway, holding a rather large box. Smiling quietly, he waited until she regained her composure, then asked, “May I come in?” ...

Suggested prerequisite: Virtual Bondage Part One Chapter two: “Egyptian Queen” Cindy did not feel like herself. Something was wrong but she did not know what it was. It was dark first of all, and completely silent. What is going on? Secondly she noticed the temperature. She could feel her body and the air felt arid and dry. The air temperature had to be close to 100 degrees. She could only think of maybe two times in her 25 years that it had even gotten close to 100 in rural Ohio. And, when it did it was not dry and arid. Usually wet and thunderstorms. ...

Bianca always put her work first, even toward her husband. It was because of this that her husband, Dick kept trying to make her into a better lover in bed. No matter what erotic tricks he’d try, she never truly warmed up to him. Her mind was on nothing but business. As time passed, Bianca made her way up in the corporate ladder. Just when she thought she’d make her way to the board of directors, the company faced a hostile take over. With that came a series of lay offs. That included Bianca’s department. ...

The year is 2001 and the new century brought about enough advanced technology to move from an orbiting space stations to plans of putting a colony on Mars. Though the plans are only in the draft state, the news have reached the population of Mars. The Martians plan to strike back with a very special virus. One of the Mars colony scientists that lived next door to me recently took ill. Her name is Miss Grumman. She remained in her house for nearly 48 hours when one night I saw a weird glow came from the house windows. The next day I saw her kissing a man as he got ready to go to work. He was just over four feet tall and had green hair. What was even stranger was that I couldn’t remember Miss Grumman ever being called Mrs Grumman. ...

I’m an attractive 33 year old woman - blond, 5 foot 3 inches, 110 pounds, full C cup breasts - with an interest in self-bondage inspired, in part, by the stories on this website. I decided to write to you to tell you about an experience I had last August. Everything in here is 100 percent true. My interest in bondage began when my first serious boyrfriend in college and I started using ropes and stuff during sex. We would take turns tying each other to the bed and would spend hours teasing each other, resulting in the most mind-blowing orgasms, or, sometimes when he had me tied up, he would make me orgasm over and over and over. Eventually we began to play with clothespins, but none of our activities were very hardcore and we both switched from the dominant to the sub position. ...

It all started when Matt double crossed his boss Tony and had him arrested by the FBI for counterfeiting. The feds wanted to pin the disappearance of many of his employees on him, but no evidence ever came up. That was almost two years ago. To ensure Matt’s safety, the man was put in the witness protection agency by the FBI as Beverly. When Tony broke out of jail; however, the first thing he did was learn that Matt, now Beverly was working as an office assistant in a big firm. A blonde woman in a blue sweater, black skirt, suntan hose and black pumps rang a house door bell. Beverly answered it dressed in a white tank top with a bare midriff, brown shorts that matched her toe nail polish and white thongs. The figure the hormones had given him and the plastic surgery for the face, one would never guess that she had ever use to be a he. Especially since the operation that would keep him from ever being a man again. “You’re not Jim.” Beverly said with concern as she viewed the woman’s FBI badge. “He was the one who set my up with my cover as Beverly.” “Male agents can’t protect you in areas like the ladies room now, can they?” Veronica asked as she put her badge away. “Let’s get going.” “I think we got company.” Beverly said as she spotted a dark car drive up with a man in a blue suit and a woman in a pink turtle neck sweater, high heel leather boots and purse with a black mini skirt. “Tony’s hit men dressed undercover no doubt.” Veronica said as she led Beverly to the car and took off. Beverly could see the man talking into what looked like a CB unit as they drove pass. “I understand sir.” The man in the suit said. “Just tail them for now unless the situation changes.” “I think we’re being followed.” Beverly said as she looked over the back seat while Veronica glanced in the rear view mirror. “I was prepared for this.” Veronica reassured the client. “I’ve set us up an appointment at a nearby spa.” Beverly didn’t think it was any time for a salon visit, but choose to keep quiet as they pulled into a strip mall. Veronica hurried Beverly out of the car and into the spa where they were greeted by a young woman who escorted them into a back room. Beverly had all but forgotten her problems with Tony as they got a full body detoxifying mud pack followed by a nice massage, hydrotherapy bath and steam bath along with a manicure, pedicure, and leg wax. “The man must still be guarding out front.” Veronica told Beverly as she guided her toward the emergency fire exit. “The woman is still having her legs done and won’t be able to follow us to the back up car I left in the back alley.” ...

I walk into the club with my friend Julie, the pounding, rhythmic bass of the Chemical Brothers having an immediate effect on our hips. The place is packed with bodies clad in all sorts of fetish wear: leather, PVC, latex, fishnet… It is quite a sight to behold! We make the rounds to get a good look at everyone we can see, and so everyone can see us as well. I am wearing a rubber tank dress that plunges deeply, showing off my bosom, opera length gloves and platform t-strap heels, all black. ...

Adapted from a story I read. I walked into the room not knowing what was about to happen, I looked up above my head and saw something hovering like the chrysalis of an enormous insect incubating in a synthetic cocoon of glistening black rubber and metallic alloys - unnaturally large tinted eyes reflected nothing, strands of fine steel and rubber tubing extended from the nose, mouth and ears into a shining halo of silver wires above its head. Around the genital area more rubber and steel tubes curled. All these snake like strands ended at a transparent box of crystal dials, through which bright liquids pulsed. ...

It had been a long journey but I hoped that we would be there soon, not that it had been an uncomfortable drive, the rear seat of a limo this size was luxury enough. Peering ahead I could make out the twin towers of the institution to which I was being taken. Close beside me sat my Aunt Ursula, the mysterious member of the Wade family, I had never met her and she had been rarely spoke of at home. But since the untimely death of my parents a few months ago, she had literally adopted me. She had left no doubt in my mind that if it was not for her kindness, I would be homeless and struggling for survival. ...

Early Saturday morning, phone rings…. “Chloe?” “Yes?” “It’s James.” “‘Oh Hi, how are you?” “Fine. Listen I am in London tonight, trade show I couldn’t go but I have a big contract to finish up, hotels booked for tonight. I’ll be coming down on the train, want to meet somewhere?” “Yes why not,” A lift in your voice as we swap details… The scene shifts to a club of your choice and I enter, I have never been out in London before, the cab driver was helpful running against type. I am dressed in a black shirt & black slacks, dumb on a hot night maybe but black has a certain quality I admire, you ever watch sex in the city? Mr. Big now he could wear a shirt. I walk to the bar and assess the surroundings. Then I see you outlined at the end of the bar leaning against it, shoulder resting against it holding your drink, your breasts filling a gorgeous short dress, your legs showing below the short hemmed skirt, your eyes penetrating the gloom and noise, the music stops abruptly groans from a thousand dancers as the costafuckingfortune PA kicks out for a while, over the groans I call your name. ...

The Self Bound Latex Sub, November 2001 This story is copyright to The Self Bound Latex Sub, and may not be reproduced either physically or electronically, or hosted on any other website, without the express permission of the author. Permission may be requested from [email protected]. “Never upset a Witch”, I thought for the umpteenth time today, and every day before that for the last month. Here I was, dressed in rubber, bound, gagged, plugged and absolutely unable to move, on display in the window of an Adult Shop in my hometown of Melbourne, with no chance of ever getting out, it seems. ...

There is an old legend that spans the fabric of time itself, well not really that old actually, but it will be around for a long time at the very least. Legend has it that there was once a young queen who ruled her people and her house with an Iron fist. She was very strict with her Manservants and Maidservants. She was a very selfish and indulgent woman by nature, and was very choosy about the men who courted her. In fact, one might go so far as to say she had a sadistic side to her. ...

I saw her advertisement in one of the rubber magazines: “Spend a night in rubber, stimulated by a genuine rubber woman”. Of course I was intrigued, I am a genuine rubber freak. So I called and made an appointment. It was a large but ordinary house. After I rang the doorbell the “genuine rubber woman” opened the door, dressed in a red latex rubbersuit. “You be John, I assume”, she said. I nodded. “I am Mistress Ruby.” I shook her latex-gloved hand. She led me down to the basement. I walked behind her, carrying my suitcase and admiring her voluptuous rubber-clad figure. She turned on the light and I saw an assortment of bondage contraptions: a rubber-covered bed with several wide rubber straps, a bondage chair, a hammock made from rubber, a rubber bag hanging ominously on the wall between several rubbersuits, a rubber straightjacket, several other rubber bondage bags, a medical examination chair with stirrups, a very large bathtub in a glass enclosure, a bondage pole and a large TV set. ...

It was the last day of the Cheerleader Championships and, as a member of the press, I had a prime view from my seat in the stands. Things worked out perfectly when the team I had my eye on came in fourth place. That would take them out of the spotlight while everyone focused on the winning three teams. The program told me their names were Nina, Panni, Anita and Laura and they were from a college on the East coast. My phony media credentials also got me in the closing dinner and it was no problem working things to end up sitting at their table. ...

It was the last day of the Cheerleader Championships and, as a member of the press, I had a prime view from my seat in the stands. Things worked out perfectly when the team I had my eye on came in fourth place. That would take them out of the spotlight while everyone focused on the winning three teams. The program told me their names were Nina, Panni, Anita and Laura and they were from a college on the East coast. My phony media credentials also got me in the closing dinner and it was no problem working things to end up sitting at their table. ...

Debbie’s Dilemma Or Don’t Mess with Eddie! Debbie’s boyfriend was a “Jack of all Trades” but Eddie specialized in custom metal work and was also a qualified electrician. They had been an item for nearly two years and Debbie had moved in to his home several months ago. The large property doubled as a workshop for his projects and offered privacy for their more erotic hobbies. Among other things they were into bondage. Well that is Eddie was quite expert at putting Debbie in bondage and she loved the feeling of helplessness that made it impossible for her to avoid his sexual attentions during a session. Not that she wanted to; the bondage just magnified the sensations. She was not into the pain scene and Eddie was very careful not to push things in that direction. ...

Ah, the things you will do to write a story. All I was trying to do was finish up part two of the story “Surprise Package”. I ended up with an adventure I had to write about instead. I just wish I had pictures to go along with it. Maybe I will do it all over again and get some pictures._ I got up this morning and with everyone else in the house gone, I figured it would be a great time to dress to the hilt and finish up part two of the story. So off I went, shaved all over, put some makeup on, and slipped into this purple top and brown skirt. Of course you can’t forget about the nylons, shoes, fixing the hair and then just a touch of perfume! As always I was in heaven. ...

My name is Nicole; I’m 30 years old, 5’ 5”, and 120 lbs. I am proud of my nicely shaped well toned slim body. One of my high school classes was biology; one of the studies was reptiles. A local pet store owner brought in several lizards and snakes. We carefully handled them; many girls didn’t touch the snakes. At first I was reluctant, but soon I was handling the large 5’ long beautifully colored snake. I could feel the strong muscles in its body as I draped it around my neck and body. I held its head close to my face, his unblinking beady eyes looked straight into my eyes and he flicked his long forked tongue to smell me. I was captivated by this beautiful creature. The teacher showed us pictures of many different snakes, some very dangerous, some harmless, and many different colors and patterns. I was intrigued and fascinated with a picture of a very large 35’ anaconda with a large long bump in its stomach, it was a girl taken from a local village. This image was permanently fixed in my mind. ...