I was recently house sitting for some neighbors who have a large chocolate labrador retriever. Their dog sleeps in a large metal kennel (cage) that is about 4 feet by 2.5 feet by 2.5 feet. I realized that the cage would be the ideal prison for an all-night-long self-bondage session. I was immediately aroused by the thought of being trapped, bound, in the cage, all night, unable to stretch my legs or turn over. While Hershey (the dog) was occupied with eating, I crawled into his cage and closed the door. It was surprisingly roomy, with plenty of space to turn around, kneel, or lie on my side. That very evening I went and purchased my own cage. I got one that was slightly smaller than the one my neighbors had. Hershey’s was simply too big. I placed the cage in my garage, but had to wait for the weekend to arrive before I could try it out. All week, I planned my adventure and made preparations. During the week I had decided that I would use a combination lock as the release mechanism. At night, in my garage, it is too dark to read the numbers on the dial. Once I was locked in after dark, I would have to wait until the morning light allowed me to see and open the lock. Most of my self-bondage sessions are 1-2 hours long, though I have done a few sessions tied to the bed overnight. This time, I wanted to be trapped for at least 12 hours. That would require beginning my adventure before it got dark. I knew I did not have the discipline to wait in the cage until darkness fell, so I decided to use a hood to prevent myself from seeing the lock. The keys to release the hood would be dropped by melting ice, and would not fall until after dark. On Friday evening, after work, my self-bondage adventure began. I attached the keys to my restraints to the end of a string that would reach from the ceiling to floor. I tied the string to a beam on the ceiling directly above the cage. During the week, I cut the top from a two liter bottle, filled the bottom 1/3 with water, and froze it. When my adventure began, I removed the ice from the bottle and dropped it into the toe of a pair of my old pantyhose. I threaded the pantyhose through the key ring and tied them off to nail on another beam at the side of the garage. The keys were suspended well out of reach. Once the ice melted, the ring would slip off the end of the pantyhose and the keys would swing down against the side of the cage. For safety, I froze identical keys in a gallon milk container and tied the string to one of the bars of the cage. The gallon container would be just outside the cage, but until nearly the full gallon melted, I could not retrieve the keys. The gallon container would take 10 hours to melt, the smaller ice block would only take 4-5 hours. The bottom of the cage was covered by a thick plastic liner. I placed a thin piece of foam, covered in an old sheet, over the plastic. Since I was planning to be in the cage until sunrise, I wanted to limit my discomfort from kneeling or laying on the hard plastic. I stripped naked and placed my favorite (and only) collar around my neck. It was my very first bondage toy; a leather-lined stainless steel collar from JT Toys. I have worn it in every self-bondage session since. I locked it on with a small brass padlock. I placed leather cuffs on my wrists and secured them with padlocks as well. I had never worn my leather chastity belt for more than a few hours. I was worried that the butt plug would be too much for 12 hours, so I selected a smaller than average plug. I lubricated the dildo and butt plug and inserted them slowly. I tightened the belt and used two brass padlocks to secure it. I decided, on a whim, to wear a pair of 4-inch stiletto heels. I love to do self-bondage scenarios where I am required to stand in these heels for an hour or two while waiting for release. I can barely stand in them, let alone walk. I thought the heels would add an interesting nuisance in the confined space. I wrapped a pair of leather shoe cuffs around my ankles. These cuffs have a small leather strap that passes under the arch of my shoes to prevent me from taking them off. I attached the cuffs together with a short metal chain and secured them with padlocks. The collar, chastity belt and shoes were not coming off until I got out of the cage. I sat outside the cage for a few minutes looking over my preparations. Convinced that I was going to be safe, I began. I strapped a small, soft ball gag in my mouth. I love the feeling of a gag, however, I had never had one in for more than a few hours. My favorite gag has a hard rubber ball which would be too much for an all night session. I bought this gag a few months ago, and I was saving it for my next long term bondage. I pulled the leather hood over my head. The hood is very restrictive, with only a slit below the nose. I tightened the three straps that hold the hood in place, one across my forehead, one just below my nose, and one below my chin. I took a padlock and secured the bottom strap. The hood would not come off until the keys fell, and I could not see the combination lock until the hood came off. I got down on all fours and crawled, backwards, into the cage. It was a challenge to get over the lip under the door since my legs were bound by a short chain. I had never been this nervous; my stomach was churning. I was kneeling in the cage facing the door. I closed the door, slid the latch, and secured it with the combination lock. I was now a prisoner in the cage until morning. But I still had one last step to complete my bondage. To make the escape more challenging, I wanted to chain my wrist cuffs together behind my back. I easily connected the chain to my right cuff when both wrists were free. I then threaded the padlock into the end of the chain, and tried to use my right hand to thread it through the D-ring on the cuff on my left wrist. Since the chain was so short, the lock kept pulling out of my right hand. After about 20 tries, I got the padlock threaded through both, and squeezed it shut. I was sweating and breathing hard due to the effort, but it was worth it. I was laying on my side, in a 2.5x2x3 foot cage, wearing 4 inch stiletto heels with my ankles bound, wrists bound behind my back, wearing a chastity belt with butt plug and dildo, collar, hood and gag. I took a few minutes to savor the feeling. I was totally trapped, with no escape until morning. I lay still for a while enjoying the building excitement. I tried to reach around with my hands to bring myself to orgasm, but I couldn’t reach. The dildo in the chastity belt is usually more irritating than exciting, but right now I wanted to climax. I breathed slowly through my nose. I knew that I must be patient. It was going to be hours before the keys would fall and I could remove the wrist cuffs, hood, and gag. I was too uncomfortable, and nervous, to fall fully asleep, however, I drifted on the edge of consciousness. Every now and then I awoke with a flinch. After a while, I realized that my right side, the side I was laying on, was getting uncomfortable. My right arm was starting to fall asleep, and my shoulder and right leg were starting to ache. I decided to try to get to my knees, stay there for a while to let the circulation return, and then fall onto my left side. However, in the cramped space of the cage, I had trouble getting leverage to get up onto my knees. I pulled my knees up to my chest, as far as they would go. Then I tried rocking to my left while pushing with my hands on the side. I hoped to eventually rock myself upright. However, every time I tried, my knees kept hitting the opposite side of the cage and they kept me from getting up. I decided, instead, to try getting on my back, with my knees above me. Since I needed to roll onto my restrained arms, I was glad that I used leather cuffs instead of handcuffs. I love the feel of the cold steel, and the restricted movement in handcuffs, but I find them to be too uncomfortable for scenes that last more than an hour. I was more successful with rolling onto my back. I pushed my knees off the wall and they came up above me. I rocked them to my left side, and used my hands to scoot my body to the other side of the cage. When I let my legs fall, I was on my left side, panting around the gag, and hot from the exertion. I lay still, breathing deeply through my nose, and began to regret that I bought the small cage… Again I drifted in and out of light sleep. I was beginning to feel cramped. My legs had been bent nearly up to my chest since I started. I really wanted to be able to stretch them out. When I would try, my knees would hit the side of the cage and my heels would hit the back wall. At best, I could push my head into the corner, and get a few extra inches of space. Once again, I shifted over to my other side. I had no idea how much time had passed. My jaw was beginning to ache from the gag, the butt plug and dildo were irritating, and my face was sweaty from the hood. I was sure at least an hour had passed, probably two. This time when I woke I was surprised by the feeling in my bladder. As usual, I had urinated right before the session. Since I usually pee right before bedtime, I figured I should be able to hold until morning. But now I had the urge to go. If I wet myself at this point, just a few hours into the session, I would be very cold and miserable all night. But it was becoming clear that I was not going to be able to wait until morning; I just wanted to delay the misery as long as I could. With the feeling in my bladder, I could no longer drift in and out of sleep. The urge to pee was getting stronger, and I was beginning to cramp. I tried rotating back to my other side, but the pressure of having my legs above me, pressing on my bladder, made me fall back. My legs were cramped, my right side was aching. I would have given anything to be able to stretch my legs and use the bathroom. I pushed my head further into the corner, but found little relief for my legs. I started yanking my arms, trying to pull my wrists out of their cuffs. At the same time, I began kicking the back of the cage out of frustration. The butt plug was slipping into and out of my ass with little lubrication left. The dildo was rubbing me raw. I was beginning to panic and I was starting to cry. How could I have done this? I had to get out. I had to get my arms free and stretch my legs and pee. But the damn cage wouldn’t give. My pulling and kicking became more frantic until, exhausted and panting around my gag and breathing hard through my nose, I gave up. I relaxed and let my bladder let go. I could feel the warm urine trickling down my legs and soaking into the sheet and foam below me. It was then that the orgasm came on. Until then, I hadn’t been able to get very aroused, but the release and the frustration pushed me over the edge. I awoke shivering slightly from the cold. The urine was evaporating, and my whole right side was wet. Even though the garage must have been 75-80 degrees, I was naked and cold. This time, I had fallen into a deep sleep. Whenever I have an orgasm during a self-bondage episode, it takes the thrill and fun out of the game. I usually release myself right away. But this time, I was stuck. I wondered if the keys had fallen while I was asleep. I had counted on hearing them fall to know when to try reaching for them. I stretched my fingers between the bars, searching for the string. I found the string for the safety and tugged on it. It was clear that not much of the milk jug had melted. I kept searching with no success. I thought that either the keys were out of reach or the mechanism hung up. I could feel my frustration rising and panic again began to set in. I did not want to wear the hood and gag with my arms chained behind my back for another 6-8 hours cramped in this cage while the milk jug melted. I again tried to pull my arms from the cuffs and kicked the end of the cage. But I calmed myself. I knew I just had to wait. I shifted to my left side and tried again to drift off for a while. I lay there is a disconnected state. I couldn’t fall asleep and I just concentrated on breathing and tried to ignore my discomfort. I jumped when I heard the keys smack loudly into the side of the cage. I had to roll onto my other side to reach them. I stretched my finger between the bars and found the string. I pulled the string and keys into the cage. I fumbled with the keys, trying each one in turn. The chain was short, and it was a challenge to get the key into the lock, but finally, I released my left wrist. I sat up slightly, euphoric with this small amount of success. With my arms free, I was able to sit up, although I was hunched over. I removed the hood and gag. Drool had covered the inside of the hood, and had dripped around both sides of my face and around to the back. My hair was wet from sweat and drool. My jaw and front teeth ached, but they were free. I desperately wanted something to drink, and regretted not putting a water bottle or dish of water in the cage. I removed the wrist cuffs and lay down on my back and relaxed. Now all I had to do was wait for sunrise. Since my arms were not bound behind my back, I could lay flat. My knees were in the air and my feet on the bottom of the cage. The heels caused my legs to wobble back and forth, but I was able to lean them against the edge of the cage. Lying on my back kept the butt plug in, but my rear was sore. The small butt plug just would not stay in. I tried to bring myself to orgasm, but the dildo made me uncomfortable and I was in a fair bit of pain. I was really sorry I didn’t put the keys to the chastity belt in with the keys to my hood and restraints. Although still a bit cold, I was able to fall fast asleep. When I awoke, I had to pee again. But now, I could see out the window that the sky was light blue. I was determined to hold it until I could get out. I desperately needed to stretch my painfully cramped legs. Why did I think this was a good idea? I was not aroused right now, I was desperate to get out. The jug of milk looked fully melted. Just to make sure my safety would have worked, I tried to pull the keys out. There was still a bit of ice frozen to the string, but it broke off as I pulled them out and into the cage. My safety was fine. Finally, I could barely make out the numbers on the combination lock. I rolled over so that I was again kneeling in the cage. My legs were in agony. I had used this lock many times before and had the number memorized. It came open on the first try and I swung the door out. I pushed my upper body out the door and let my legs stretch. It felt great. I shimmied out of the cage. I tried to stand, but with my muscles cramped and the stiletto heels, I ended up crawling to my bedroom. There, I went into the bathroom, turned on the bathroom tap, and gulped water right from the faucet. I used the remaining keys to remove my chastity belt, shoe cuffs and shoes. I took a long, hot bath with my legs stretched the length of the tub. I went to bed, fell sound asleep and woke later that afternoon. I put the cage in a corner of the garage and began planning my next self-bondage episode in the cage. Why do we do this to ourselves? Crisium ...

Kate sat on her beach towel, watching as Eric disappeared into the hole he was digging to extract another pile of sand with his hands. Granted, he was on his knees but even so the hole must be pretty deep. The piles of sand surrounding the oblong pit were quite high as well. “So you’re going to bury me in that hole?” she asked him, as if the words had been, “So we’re having turkey sandwiches for lunch?” He popped his head over the rim of the pit, dumped another armful of sand onto a nearby pile. “Only if you’ll let me,” he told her before diving back down. She’d thought about her last, brief encounter under the sand. It was a little hole that she could lie down in and the sides were only just higher than her body was deep. She remembered how heavy the sand felt, even on her feet, as he shoved the piles on top of her toes. She’d expected it to be light, but by the time he was finished, it felt as if someone was lying on top of her. In fact, it felt so much like the weight of a person that she involuntarily started wiggling and, she admitted, even gently gyrating her pelvis. Certainly enjoyable and she was looking forward to trying it again, though it looked a bit like Eric was getting out of hand. “You could kill me in there!” she exclaimed, rising from her place on the towel and staring down at her eventual resting place. It was as long as she was tall, and almost two feet down at its deepest. “I won’t”, he quipped and hopped out, brushing his hands on his swimsuit. He flashed a smile. “Ready?” A half grin and a toss of her long hair, coupled with a look that clearly stated this was all very dubious but yes I’ll do it, Kate stepped gingerly into the pit. She turned around in it, trying to find a way to sit down without collapsing the whole thing on top of her. Eventually she just squatted on her haunches, then dropped quite unceremoniously onto her buttocks. She put her feet out in front of her, scooted down until she could touch the far wall with the balls of her feet, and slowly laid back. And sat right back up. “This is way too deep.” Even sitting up, the piles of sand were well over her head. Heck, the top edge of the walls were even with her chin. The sounds of the ocean waves were dull thuds and she could truly see only the piles of sand and blue sky as her eyes moved around the hole. It was darker down there too…peaceful in an odd way with everything muted and no other people visible. Breaking her train of thought, a smallish object landed in her lap. “Huh,” she muttered, touching it with an interest seemingly more profound than her expletive. “Where’d you find one of these?” It was, of course, a vibrator. Small compared to hers at home, but it had inviting curves and her mind wandered away from the depth of the pit in which she was currently sitting. “Thought it might be useful,” Eric told her, kneeling next to one of the large piles of sand. “So I’ll ask again. Are you ready?” Her answer was to slowly lean back. Happily, she noticed, there was a definite upward slant from her lower back to the rim of the hole so she wasn’t just laying completely horizontal. The sides of the hole, however, were still above her head and the piles seemed impossibly high. She was certain that there would be nothing to see at all of her, if Eric used all the sand. She placed, as casually as possible, her hands over her bikini bottoms. When Eric gave her a knowing grin, she merely replied, “Hey, you gave it to me,” and looked forward. Kate inhaled deeply and let out a shuddering breath. “Ok. Ready and willing.” Eric disappeared behind one of the larger piles by her legs. All of a sudden, the pile shifted from its seat above her feet, and fell with a WHUMP! onto her shins. Another quick shove and there was a slope from her knees up to the top of the pit by her toes. “Heavy,” she mumbled, wiggling her toes buried under 2 feet of sand. She couldn’t flex her feet much, as the sand would pack down as she did. She thought that, right now, she’d be able to bend her knees and extricate herself without a problem. And then the next pile of sand collapsed on top of her thighs, and all thoughts of escape exited her mind. As the rivulets flowed over her legs, her fingers flashed under the oncoming flow of beach, making sure her toy didn’t get trapped too far from where it would be of use. Now there was a slope of heavy, damp sand covering her left leg and most of her right. She saw Eric’s head appear briefly over the top of one of the piles, and again a WHUMP! as her lower body completely disappeared under two feet of sand. She groaned with the weight of it on her legs, realizing quickly that she couldn’t bend her knees or even spread her legs. She felt around between them, and was thankful there was enough space to use the vibrator when the time came. “It’s going to start getting heavy. Let me know if it’s too much.” Eric’s voice was muted by the remaining sand he was kneeling behind. “It’s already hea….” she began, but was abruptly knocked out of breath as a tidal wave of sand crashed onto her belly and chest. It was like he’d taken the whole pile above her right side and pushed it all down at once. The sand flowed over her, almost shoving her against the far wall before coming to rest, covering all but her left arm. “Oof….that’s a lot of sand,” was a whisper as she strove to get her breath back. Just as she was taking a deep breath, WHUMP! the piles on her other side swamped her, meeting the slope of the other until a small valley whose base was likely some foot above her breasts resided in front of her. Despite the dip in the middle, she found herself looking *up* at the sand in front of her. It sprinkled down into the hollow at the base of her throat; the only parts of her exposed were her shoulders, neck and head and they were at the bottom of a pit themselves. Eric’s face appeared in front of her, and even though he was kneeling and looking down, he was still well above her. She knew that the sand directly in front of her wasn’t even with the sides. Her breathing was labored, the weight of the sand never became any less, never shifted. More than that, the weight on the space between her legs was making her wet and her breath come even harder. She brushed her mound with her fingers and it sent a shock through her body and she involuntarily writhed in place. To Eric, it looked like a brief shake of her shoulders. “Everything ok?” he asked, but she could tell that her answer wasn’t going to stop him from pushing more sand atop her. She stroked herself again at the thought of being trapped, which she definitely was, and another shudder struck her. She resisted the urge to switch the vibrator on immediately. She wanted more sand. “Yes,” she moaned, and with her inflection she sounded her need. She wanted this, she wanted to be under the sand’s weight, a large unrelenting lover pressed against her as she writhed for escape, desiring freedom, but desiring to be trapped more. Eric shoved sand onto her chest, apparently not close to using all the piles on her sides, and little rivers flowed down around her shoulders and neck. More sand on her breasts, and the slope in front of her came closer to her neck. Soon, she felt her shoulders were covered, though not deeply, and all that could be seen of her was her neck, face, and hair. “Here comes the side by your head, so you might want to close your mouth and eyes, just in case it splashes.” And Kate did so without really considering what that meant, just knowing she wanted to be buried as deeply as possible. It was hopelessly erotic, and underneath the sand her hips were swaying as much as she could force them to. And when that pile of sand came around the right side of her head, it was so much that she could feel it on top of her head as well, covering her ear and shoulder deeply. It piled up against the slope in front of her and she reflexively tried to tilt her head back as the sand swept over her neck and covered her chin. She couldn’t turn her head in that direction, or she’d get a face full of sand. She heard movement to her left and again squinted her lips and eyelids shut as the same thing occurred over there. The pile of sand fell over the edge of the pit and slid around her head, framing her face and coming to rest just under her bottom lip. She could feel little clumps of sand lying against her cheeks and could see the blur of sand close to her eyes in her peripheral vision. She could still hear, even with the mounds covering her ears, but it was like a cross between having your hands over your ears and being underwater. She couldn’t feel his weight as deeply as she was buried, but she could hear the pounding of Eric’s knees as he shifted around on the sand, doing his best to bury everything but her face as deeply as possible. Kate couldn’t move at all. She could wiggle her toes and she could move her hands and fingers slightly. She was afraid to turn her head, lest she collapse the sand around her face and truly be buried alive. Breathing was difficult, as if literally Eric was lying across all parts of her body. Her legs throbbed from the bloodflow being compressed. From the surface, there was no motion on the sand whatsoever…she was too deep for her body’s minor movements to have any effect. If someone were to peer down, they’d see the top of Kate’s head, her forehead, eyes, tops of her cheeks. Then the sand angled down under her cheekbones, coming to rest evenly at the bottom where she’d nestled in to make a small divet under her chin. Then the sand sloped steeply in front of her face to the height of her head. In effect, leaving her pretty features at the bottom of a pit. “How does it feel?” Eric asked her, looking down the slope. Kate raised her eyes, but if she could she didn’t dare move her head upwards. She could tell he knew it was hard for her to get a breath. “Good,” she muttered. “Is that all?” The question, even to her, seemed more like a plea for more, to not let the process end. “Of course not,” he surprised her by saying. “But if you haven’t already, you should try your toy.” She’d almost forgotten about the vibrator. With sand being everywhere, pressing down and against her, the small device was almost unfelt in her fingers. Subconsciously, she must have realized losing it underneath the weight might be an issue, because it was situated within easy reach of where it wanted to be. She shifted it over, and was even able to find enough give in the sand, likely from thrusting against it for the past few minutes, to slip it under the edge of her bikini. Even before she turned it on, the direct pressure on her clitoris made her gasp. “Working, then?” asked Eric. “Not yet…” she replied quietly, lost in sensation. Eric just raised an eyebrow and stepped from view. She found the switch with her middle finger and with a gentle push, the vibrations began. With an involuntary shock, her entire body tried to bounce, unsuccessfully of course. “Oh my god,” she moaned and her lips parted and eyes closed in a visage of growing passion. She pressed more firmly with her toy and her hips were able to undulate just the slightest bit. A whimper came from her and her eyes squinted shut briefly. They flashed open as she felt grains of sand bounce against her chin. She couldn’t see over the slope, but a river of fine, dry, white sand was slowly pouring down into the hole where her face was exposed. It wasn’t completely constant, so she knew it was Eric causing her to slowly be buried. “Yes,” she said, forcing herself to be audible despite her ever more ragged breathing. As her fingers caressed her moist lower lips and the vibrator continued to drive her upwards, the sand came down, sweeping around her chin, slowly rising towards her still parted lips. Her fingertips slid over her mound, grainy pieces of sand making it like fingernails against her vagina. She began to pulse and her hips became more demanding…they needed to move, to rock, to twist…but they could barely move a hair. Her body frozen beneath the weight of the sand, she forced the vibrator to a new position and her mouth opened wider in a silent moan. The sand was at her lips… she reflexively closed her mouth, but her fingers wouldn’t stop and breathing was so labored that she had to open her lips a little. Sand, again dry and light, slid in from the sides, the flows meeting in the middle at her lower lip. As moist as her lips were, the sand clung to the bottom and when she gave a gentle spit of air, it was only to make a brief pocket in front of her mouth. More sand came to fill that space, and then she did close her mouth as more sand from the front flowed down. She felt the granules hit her lower lip directly and start to surround her face. She was breathing deeply through her nose, trying ineffectively to bring her head back just a bit to free her mouth. ...

Kate sat on her beach towel, watching as Eric disappeared into the hole he was digging to extract another pile of sand with his hands. Granted, he was on his knees but even so the hole must be pretty deep. The piles of sand surrounding the oblong pit were quite high as well. “So you’re going to bury me in that hole?” she asked him, as if the words had been, “So we’re having turkey sandwiches for lunch?” He popped his head over the rim of the pit, dumped another armful of sand onto a nearby pile. “Only if you’ll let me,” he told her before diving back down. She’d thought about her last, brief encounter under the sand. It was a little hole that she could lie down in and the sides were only just higher than her body was deep. She remembered how heavy the sand felt, even on her feet, as he shoved the piles on top of her toes. She’d expected it to be light, but by the time he was finished, it felt as if someone was lying on top of her. In fact, it felt so much like the weight of a person that she involuntarily started wiggling and, she admitted, even gently gyrating her pelvis. Certainly enjoyable and she was looking forward to trying it again, though it looked a bit like Eric was getting out of hand. “You could kill me in there!” she exclaimed, rising from her place on the towel and staring down at her eventual resting place. It was as long as she was tall, and almost two feet down at its deepest. “I won’t”, he quipped and hopped out, brushing his hands on his swimsuit. He flashed a smile. “Ready?” A half grin and a toss of her long hair, coupled with a look that clearly stated this was all very dubious but yes I’ll do it, Kate stepped gingerly into the pit. She turned around in it, trying to find a way to sit down without collapsing the whole thing on top of her. Eventually she just squatted on her haunches, then dropped quite unceremoniously onto her buttocks. She put her feet out in front of her, scooted down until she could touch the far wall with the balls of her feet, and slowly laid back. And sat right back up. “This is way too deep.” Even sitting up, the piles of sand were well over her head. Heck, the top edge of the walls were even with her chin. The sounds of the ocean waves were dull thuds and she could truly see only the piles of sand and blue sky as her eyes moved around the hole. It was darker down there too…peaceful in an odd way with everything muted and no other people visible. Breaking her train of thought, a smallish object landed in her lap. “Huh,” she muttered, touching it with an interest seemingly more profound than her expletive. “Where’d you find one of these?” It was, of course, a vibrator. Small compared to hers at home, but it had inviting curves and her mind wandered away from the depth of the pit in which she was currently sitting. “Thought it might be useful,” Eric told her, kneeling next to one of the large piles of sand. “So I’ll ask again. Are you ready?” Her answer was to slowly lean back. Happily, she noticed, there was a definite upward slant from her lower back to the rim of the hole so she wasn’t just laying completely horizontal. The sides of the hole, however, were still above her head and the piles seemed impossibly high. She was certain that there would be nothing to see at all of her, if Eric used all the sand. She placed, as casually as possible, her hands over her bikini bottoms. When Eric gave her a knowing grin, she merely replied, “Hey, you gave it to me,” and looked forward. Kate inhaled deeply and let out a shuddering breath. “Ok. Ready and willing.” Eric disappeared behind one of the larger piles by her legs. All of a sudden, the pile shifted from its seat above her feet, and fell with a WHUMP! onto her shins. Another quick shove and there was a slope from her knees up to the top of the pit by her toes. “Heavy,” she mumbled, wiggling her toes buried under 2 feet of sand. She couldn’t flex her feet much, as the sand would pack down as she did. She thought that, right now, she’d be able to bend her knees and extricate herself without a problem. And then the next pile of sand collapsed on top of her thighs, and all thoughts of escape exited her mind. As the rivulets flowed over her legs, her fingers flashed under the oncoming flow of beach, making sure her toy didn’t get trapped too far from where it would be of use. Now there was a slope of heavy, damp sand covering her left leg and most of her right. She saw Eric’s head appear briefly over the top of one of the piles, and again a WHUMP! as her lower body completely disappeared under two feet of sand. She groaned with the weight of it on her legs, realizing quickly that she couldn’t bend her knees or even spread her legs. She felt around between them, and was thankful there was enough space to use the vibrator when the time came. “It’s going to start getting heavy. Let me know if it’s too much.” Eric’s voice was muted by the remaining sand he was kneeling behind. “It’s already hea….” she began, but was abruptly knocked out of breath as a tidal wave of sand crashed onto her belly and chest. It was like he’d taken the whole pile above her right side and pushed it all down at once. The sand flowed over her, almost shoving her against the far wall before coming to rest, covering all but her left arm. “Oof….that’s a lot of sand,” was a whisper as she strove to get her breath back. Just as she was taking a deep breath, WHUMP! the piles on her other side swamped her, meeting the slope of the other until a small valley whose base was likely some foot above her breasts resided in front of her. Despite the dip in the middle, she found herself looking *up* at the sand in front of her. It sprinkled down into the hollow at the base of her throat; the only parts of her exposed were her shoulders, neck and head and they were at the bottom of a pit themselves. Eric’s face appeared in front of her, and even though he was kneeling and looking down, he was still well above her. She knew that the sand directly in front of her wasn’t even with the sides. Her breathing was labored, the weight of the sand never became any less, never shifted. More than that, the weight on the space between her legs was making her wet and her breath come even harder. She brushed her mound with her fingers and it sent a shock through her body and she involuntarily writhed in place. To Eric, it looked like a brief shake of her shoulders. “Everything ok?” he asked, but she could tell that her answer wasn’t going to stop him from pushing more sand atop her. She stroked herself again at the thought of being trapped, which she definitely was, and another shudder struck her. She resisted the urge to switch the vibrator on immediately. She wanted more sand. “Yes,” she moaned, and with her inflection she sounded her need. She wanted this, she wanted to be under the sand’s weight, a large unrelenting lover pressed against her as she writhed for escape, desiring freedom, but desiring to be trapped more. Eric shoved sand onto her chest, apparently not close to using all the piles on her sides, and little rivers flowed down around her shoulders and neck. More sand on her breasts, and the slope in front of her came closer to her neck. Soon, she felt her shoulders were covered, though not deeply, and all that could be seen of her was her neck, face, and hair. “Here comes the side by your head, so you might want to close your mouth and eyes, just in case it splashes.” And Kate did so without really considering what that meant, just knowing she wanted to be buried as deeply as possible. It was hopelessly erotic, and underneath the sand her hips were swaying as much as she could force them to. And when that pile of sand came around the right side of her head, it was so much that she could feel it on top of her head as well, covering her ear and shoulder deeply. It piled up against the slope in front of her and she reflexively tried to tilt her head back as the sand swept over her neck and covered her chin. She couldn’t turn her head in that direction, or she’d get a face full of sand. She heard movement to her left and again squinted her lips and eyelids shut as the same thing occurred over there. The pile of sand fell over the edge of the pit and slid around her head, framing her face and coming to rest just under her bottom lip. She could feel little clumps of sand lying against her cheeks and could see the blur of sand close to her eyes in her peripheral vision. She could still hear, even with the mounds covering her ears, but it was like a cross between having your hands over your ears and being underwater. She couldn’t feel his weight as deeply as she was buried, but she could hear the pounding of Eric’s knees as he shifted around on the sand, doing his best to bury everything but her face as deeply as possible. Kate couldn’t move at all. She could wiggle her toes and she could move her hands and fingers slightly. She was afraid to turn her head, lest she collapse the sand around her face and truly be buried alive. Breathing was difficult, as if literally Eric was lying across all parts of her body. Her legs throbbed from the bloodflow being compressed. From the surface, there was no motion on the sand whatsoever…she was too deep for her body’s minor movements to have any effect. If someone were to peer down, they’d see the top of Kate’s head, her forehead, eyes, tops of her cheeks. Then the sand angled down under her cheekbones, coming to rest evenly at the bottom where she’d nestled in to make a small divet under her chin. Then the sand sloped steeply in front of her face to the height of her head. In effect, leaving her pretty features at the bottom of a pit. “How does it feel?” Eric asked her, looking down the slope. Kate raised her eyes, but if she could she didn’t dare move her head upwards. She could tell he knew it was hard for her to get a breath. “Good,” she muttered. “Is that all?” The question, even to her, seemed more like a plea for more, to not let the process end. “Of course not,” he surprised her by saying. “But if you haven’t already, you should try your toy.” She’d almost forgotten about the vibrator. With sand being everywhere, pressing down and against her, the small device was almost unfelt in her fingers. Subconsciously, she must have realized losing it underneath the weight might be an issue, because it was situated within easy reach of where it wanted to be. She shifted it over, and was even able to find enough give in the sand, likely from thrusting against it for the past few minutes, to slip it under the edge of her bikini. Even before she turned it on, the direct pressure on her clitoris made her gasp. “Working, then?” asked Eric. “Not yet…” she replied quietly, lost in sensation. Eric just raised an eyebrow and stepped from view. She found the switch with her middle finger and with a gentle push, the vibrations began. With an involuntary shock, her entire body tried to bounce, unsuccessfully of course. “Oh my god,” she moaned and her lips parted and eyes closed in a visage of growing passion. She pressed more firmly with her toy and her hips were able to undulate just the slightest bit. A whimper came from her and her eyes squinted shut briefly. They flashed open as she felt grains of sand bounce against her chin. She couldn’t see over the slope, but a river of fine, dry, white sand was slowly pouring down into the hole where her face was exposed. It wasn’t completely constant, so she knew it was Eric causing her to slowly be buried. “Yes,” she said, forcing herself to be audible despite her ever more ragged breathing. As her fingers caressed her moist lower lips and the vibrator continued to drive her upwards, the sand came down, sweeping around her chin, slowly rising towards her still parted lips. Her fingertips slid over her mound, grainy pieces of sand making it like fingernails against her vagina. She began to pulse and her hips became more demanding…they needed to move, to rock, to twist…but they could barely move a hair. Her body frozen beneath the weight of the sand, she forced the vibrator to a new position and her mouth opened wider in a silent moan. The sand was at her lips… she reflexively closed her mouth, but her fingers wouldn’t stop and breathing was so labored that she had to open her lips a little. Sand, again dry and light, slid in from the sides, the flows meeting in the middle at her lower lip. As moist as her lips were, the sand clung to the bottom and when she gave a gentle spit of air, it was only to make a brief pocket in front of her mouth. More sand came to fill that space, and then she did close her mouth as more sand from the front flowed down. She felt the granules hit her lower lip directly and start to surround her face. She was breathing deeply through her nose, trying ineffectively to bring her head back just a bit to free her mouth. ...

Part One As I walked away from the Halloween display, my mind was full of intriguing thoughts… What would it feel like to be wrapped up like that?? Totally encased like a mummy, not able to move, not able to see… I must admit that as well as the feelings of intrigue, my heart was racing - was I really getting excited by the thought of being so helpless at someone else’s mercy? ...

Part Two - Learning By Invitation After the school open day, things went quiet for a while. I felt deflated, like something I wanted for so long had happened, and I had nothing to look forward to anymore. Then the invitation arrived. The plain red envelope was sitting on my doormat when I got home from school, standing out from the bills and junk mail. Inside the envelope was a single piece of black card, ...

Cindy’s Revenge is a sequel based on the characters used in Beauty in Repose by Evil-Dolly I’d known the day for Cindy’s burial was not that far away by the fact her grave next to mine had now been fully dug out. The shiny scarlet coffin prepared and her headstone, currently and conveniently covered by a drape had been placed at the head of the shallow pit Harriet had dug to my left. Now there would be four of us in there. Carrie, Jessica, myself. That’s Charlotte by the way…glad I can still remember my name and then her. I’d said before in a morbid sense I was looking forward to watch her swan into the shed in her wedding gown looking so perfect…like me. Be gently coaxed into her coffin…like me. Then suffer the awful shattering truth as the game was played out to its bitter end…like me. ...

Cindy’s Revenge is a sequel based on the characters used in Beauty in Repose by Evil-Dolly I’d known the day for Cindy’s burial was not that far away by the fact her grave next to mine had now been fully dug out. The shiny scarlet coffin prepared and her headstone, currently and conveniently covered by a drape had been placed at the head of the shallow pit Harriet had dug to my left. Now there would be four of us in there. Carrie, Jessica, myself. That’s Charlotte by the way…glad I can still remember my name and then her. I’d said before in a morbid sense I was looking forward to watch her swan into the shed in her wedding gown looking so perfect…like me. Be gently coaxed into her coffin…like me. Then suffer the awful shattering truth as the game was played out to its bitter end…like me. ...

No one home for two whole days! My significant other doesn’t share my passion for bondage, so I have to do it myself when the opportunity presents itself. I had been waiting for this for 3 whole weeks and could barely contain myself till I got off work and could start my preparations. Actually I had been planning this for some time with my imagination running rampant. Lots of times I can imagine things that I cannot actually do to myself without help or if I could, could not escape from. I try to think things through enough that I don’t actually wind up with no way out except discovery and embarrassment. No one knows of my “deviant ways”, so I really can’t risk real discovery. ...

I enjoy reading the self-bondage stories posted on your site. I really enjoy them if they are real. Hopefully, you have read my introduction and have an understanding of who I am. This is a true story about a self-bondage session that I did a few years ago. For a while I had not been as satisfied with my self-bondage positions. Either I ended up getting out prematurely or the realism wasn’t there. We had an open house to help with on a Saturday. I went early to help set up and my wife came by later. We spent some time together and I told her that I was going home to get changed and we could go out to dinner later. I would be back in 2 hours. ...

The trouble with thinking of bondage is it makes you want to try it, And when I think of all the ways I have been bound over the years, I think there must be one new way I have not tried yet. I think for it to be totally successful it has to be with a well trusted friend or partner, its not some thing I would ever try with a total stranger, as the dangers are staring you in the face if it goes wrong, as it must have for some unfortunate submissive out there. ...

It had been a restless day at the office as I knew what I had in store for myself for the evening. I was literally sweating through my dress as I was driving home. All the customers, all the clients at the store couldn’t have been further away in my mind as I was driving down the street, nearly counting the miles I was from home. It had been a long while since I last had had a chance to play any selfbondage games and I was desperately missing it. I had been away to see my relatives for three weeks and hadn’t come back until this morning when I just had enough time to shower, change clothes and drive to work. But that was just about to change. ...

I have been enjoying stories on this web site for a good number of years. I have never contributed but now I would like to. Before I do, though, I’d like to have the opportunity to give you a little introduction first because after taking that first big step, I have several stories that I’d like to share. Most of my stories are true although I do have some stories that I have made up, but will state that in the beginning. ...

My wife was out of town for a month tending to her sick mother, and I was needing “relief,” more than my self-bondage would give me. (She knows nothing about my dark side!) I picked up a copy of a local free guide to “adult entertainment” and noticed a coupon for half-price at a massage parlor, which also mentioned domination in the ad. I drove over there to check the place out and it looked perfect - - isolated with lots of trees. First, I wrote a note: ...

Beauty’s Rescue is a sequel based on the characters in Beauty in Repose It had been three months since Cindy had joined the others entombed under the garden. She, like the others, had kind of gotten used to being buried, sort of. She loved to watch their “Catherine,” funny, she never thought she would be so totally dependent on another person, especially not a woman. She had loved being her lover, making love on the bed. Now she knew that their Catherine was out looking for another girl. Another girl to add to her growing collection of girls, it seemed. Cindy could sometimes look at the four headstones, all in a row, wonder if the other girls were still down there, still quite alive. She was not sure that anything was true any more. The only thing she truly missed was her locket, she had not worn it the day she was buried. It must still be on the bedside table. Her great-grandmother’s beautiful gold locket, with the picture of her parents in it. She could see it on the table if she looked hard enough in the view of the bedroom. ...

Beauty’s Rescue is a sequel based on the characters in Beauty in Repose It had been three months since Cindy had joined the others entombed under the garden. She, like the others, had kind of gotten used to being buried, sort of. She loved to watch their “Catherine,” funny, she never thought she would be so totally dependent on another person, especially not a woman. She had loved being her lover, making love on the bed. Now she knew that their Catherine was out looking for another girl. Another girl to add to her growing collection of girls, it seemed. Cindy could sometimes look at the four headstones, all in a row, wonder if the other girls were still down there, still quite alive. She was not sure that anything was true any more. The only thing she truly missed was her locket, she had not worn it the day she was buried. It must still be on the bedside table. Her great-grandmother’s beautiful gold locket, with the picture of her parents in it. She could see it on the table if she looked hard enough in the view of the bedroom. ...

There is no doubt if you are going on holiday then make it a holiday to remember, I had always been interested in Egypt and the pyramids, it was so magic and mystical, I am sure to be there and to be able to touch things would make it so much better than just reading about it. I left work and went to the travel agent, I sat in the cheap swivel chair looking at the super glamorous girl assistant sitting in front of a PC typing away, I did wonder to myself just how much time she had to spend each morning to reach that state of perfection. ...

You walk into the hardware store – that great cavern of delights, where so many seemingly innocent every day items have for you that second, darker, more exciting use. You told your partner that you were “going to get that mirror” you had been meaning to buy for the last – well long time. But it’s an excuse. He knows it, you know it, its all part of the elaborate ritual that has developed over the time between you. Oh, don’t get us wrong – there is no secrets between you, none but the deepest and darkest fantasies not shared and explored – and played with. But this one has only been flirted with, teased gently into the light, toyed with, and then put away again – too deep, too intense – too scary. Too selfish But the moment you smile at the attendant at the door you know where you are going to be led, the tightening knot of excitement in your stomach, the warmth gathering in your loins is going to lead you to that special isle as surely as honey attracts a bee. And you will be stuck there. You walk to that isle, sure in your mind that every single person that you pass can see straight into your mind, can discern what you want to do with those seemingly innocent items stacked there on the shelf. Uses you only half want to acknowledge yourself, uses that you have to acknowledge. Because they make you so hot just imagining them being used on you. You stare at the shelf, lost in, thought? No, lost in a blankness, transfixed by the piles of tape in front of you, the piles of “painting supplies”. Painting is furthermost from your mind. Brown packaging tape shiny, thin, non stretch, and smelling so …. Rolls of cloth duct tape, the tuff stuff, thick, heavy, sticky, in escape able….. And the Insulating tape – dark, dark, black as night, so shiny, so smooth, so….. Seductive Every time you come into this store you pass down this isle – stare at the rolls, and dream , and wish, and then dismiss from your mind. For a start they are soooooooooo expensive, and the budget is tight. And he was only half joking when… “ if you bought home that much tape I’d be forced to use it all, all at once young lady!” But now you have the money – the windfall burning in your pocket. And the fantasy burns so bright “ if I bought home that much tape –I could get him to*…**”* No, you don’t want to confront that yet, yet the excitement that makes your very limbs ache tells you that if you reach out to those piles now , if you actually purchase the instruments of your deepest dark –IT WOULD HAPPEN. He loved you enough to ensure that. And it was why you loved him –because you know he knows you. And maybe, he wants it too. Do you feel guilty as you sweep the rolls, and rolls of tape into the large plastic shopping basket, the basket getting heavier and heavier. Do you have second thoughts as the money –money that could be used so much more usefully gets handed across. No, you only feel a mind filling euphoria, you are going to do it, really do it. You almost wish the young girl at the checkout could guess what the tape is for , so that you can boast – I dare, I dare to do what my logic screams not to. You race home, prizes rolling gleefully about in the boot, soon it will happen. Lust has no logic Maybe you should think about this , before you take the plunge. But you don’t think this, you are born this. Age 5, wrapping yourself into a tight sausage in your bed sheets. Age 11, while the rest of the kids taped each others pencil cases into masses of sticky tape –you let them tape your fingers and hands. Age 17, and that 1st DVD – curse of the mummies tomb. And then he came along… No, no need to analyse, just a crushing need to do it. He smiles that wicked grin as you enter the room –your play room. He is aware as you of those betraying nipples, pointy and hard, of your scent, of your excitement. “As we agreed?” “As we agreed –no going back” You slide into the white disposable overalls, the cotton feel light and soft on your skin. The zip is loud in the silence, competing with your hard breathing. The suit looks totally out of place, dumpy, ill fitting. But you know that the tape sticks too it with an unforgiving grip, the cotton absorbs sweat, and it allows no sliding of the arms at all. No going back means no going back A few, impatient moments, as he fiddles with the packaging tape dispenser. You stare transfixed again at the instrument of your imprisonment –how can something so slim, so thin hold you so well? It begins. You lift your arms –and strips are applied around the wrists. You drop them , and the tape attaches the wrists to your hips. He is busy now, work man like, wrapping a parcel, maybe for postage, maybe for storage. It does not matter, he will be very, very thorough. You have played this game before –but not too deep, not as deep as this. You both know what to do. The tape is applied just above the breasts, and you begin to turn on the spot, the tape firmly descending down the body as you provide the resistance to pull it off the roll. You are the instrument of your own capture. Your breasts feel strange, compressed, flattened as the tape descends, further down, further down. Submission frequently means actually in control You occasionally stop, its hard not to get giddy. Strange how much you actually control this surrendering of control. Its an illusion. The moment you said “no going back” you were lost. Were found. Isn’t this what its really about? Finding yourself? ...

You walk into the hardware store – that great cavern of delights, where so many seemingly innocent every day items have for you that second, darker, more exciting use. You told your partner that you were “going to get that mirror” you had been meaning to buy for the last – well long time. But it’s an excuse. He knows it, you know it, its all part of the elaborate ritual that has developed over the time between you. Oh, don’t get us wrong – there is no secrets between you, none but the deepest and darkest fantasies not shared and explored – and played with. But this one has only been flirted with, teased gently into the light, toyed with, and then put away again – too deep, too intense – too scary. ...

“Fuck off Dave, just fuck off! Go away and don’t come back – you make me sick, you and your bitch of a mother. In fact, why don’t you screw her instead?” Sandy raged. The build-up had been simmering a while, and tonight’s incident had released the boiling genie from its bottle. Dave look at her coldly, no understanding in his eyes. He didn’t comprehend why his girlfriend of three years was hurling this abuse. She was just a heartless cow – and over sexed. Just lately, his woman had been pushing; she’d made demands. A real lady wouldn’t mention sex; wouldn’t expect it. Lovemaking was his choice. She was obviously too horny, perhaps she needed some kind of therapy – though he wasn’t an expert. However, her rising voice quickly cut through his private thoughts. It was bouncing off the thick walls of the room with compelling resonance. ...

(story continues from Passing the Baton) Part Two William Clayton entered the room carrying a smallish wooden box, which he placed on a table, then opened. Inside, cushioned by velvet, was a set of rings. William selected a ring with a golden stone. Placing the ring on his finger, he closed the box and turned. In the center of the room, strapped firmly to a wheelchair, was an auburn haired doll. Just less than a year earlier, the doll had been Jessica Monroe. Jessica had used new technology to turn women into inflated love dolls. Her career had ended only when William, using even newer technology, had transformed her into a solid love doll. Now he prepared to make her human again. ...