Yolanda moved to a larger apartment after she got a promotion, and I volunteered to help her move- especially when she offered to let me move her underwear! First, because it was after all her underwear, and secondly because that figured to be a light box- I knew from happy experience that she wasn’t into heavy underwear, and not much of the flimsy things she did wear! After carrying a bunch of stuff in many loads the first day, we bought shipping supplies and spent a morning wrapping and preparing the big stuff, after which we rented a U-Haul truck and finally moved everything on the rest of the day. After we returned the truck and reassembled the last of the furniture- the bed- we collapsed onto it and fell asleep together- most unusual for us! ...

Hi Gromet, Well as it turns out, Mittens has been doing self-bondage since 1981, and we never really thought of it this way until seeing your pictures. Before I went to bed on Sunday night, Mit’s would chain herself up in my kitchen and she would pretty much be that way until at least an hour after I got home from work Monday. When I took off one wrist chain each night and handed her the pliers, pretty much all she would do is take off her neck chain then go shower till she was again wearing her neck chain. We were pretty much too stupid to think of a collar so what she wore around her neck was an old cut-off turtleneck sweater. Pretty much most readers will be too young to know about turtle-neck sweaters but they were popular in the 1960’s and 70’s and both of us were alive back then (-: Well anyway, the sweater turned out to be very durable. We cut it apart to take off the entire back and torso and almost all of both sleeves, leaving of course the entire turtleneck part and enough of the shoulders to keep it in place. Each evening after I unchained the wrist of her choice and she un-did her neck chain, she would take her wastebasket into the bathroom, jingling her ankle chain behind her with every step. There she would dump and shower out her wastebasket, rinse out or wash her turtleneck, and wash herself. This is pretty much the only laundry she ever did which was a good thing because she had no aptitude for doing laundry, hated it, and hated being dragged around helping me with my chores - which was pretty much the only time she got unchained to wear clothing. As you might tell we had a rather rocky relationship and it was because she was a thief and I didn’t trust her an inch, and, she really –really– didn’t want to get sent back to her father’s, and she really –really– didn’t have any place else to go. So we sort of fell into each other’s clutches, you might say, and we have been together ever since. So back to our story, sooner or later on Sunday night we would have gone out so she would have been wearing clothes, but more or less right after we got home she would have taken a shower and come out naked, leaving her clothes in the bathroom, with me waiting outside the door to walk with her out to the kitchen. There her turtleneck and all her sock-tops would have been sitting out to dry all day. We didn’t have any chairs in the kitchen so she would toss out the assortment she wanted (sooner or later we had three turtlenecks) and sit herself down on the floor while I used a convenient kitchen drawer to stash the rest of her stuff. ...

Motel Room Meeting by Ralph [email protected] As is so often the case, my wife isn’t into bondage of any sort and doesn’t want me to indulge either. That leaves me having to find creative ways to find my special release when she’s not around. Maybe that’s why so many of my fantasies involve motel rooms. For example …. The first week of the 10-day conference was finally over and now I had the weekend to myself. It had taken some effort to get permission to drive to the location, even though it was a day’s drive from home. I needed to drive so I could get my bondage stuff with me. I wasn’t about to try to get it through airport security and with a free weekend coming up I really wanted to have it along. I had plans I was hoping to carry out. ...

Outside Selfbondage by Boundagain With my wife away for the weekend, I finally have another chance for some outdoor self-bondage. I live in a fairly populated area, so my outdoor bondage is usually done at night. Early in the evening, I gather up my restraints and go out to the shed in my side yard, closing the door behind me. After removing all of my clothing, I take out the restraints, and begin to put them on. First, leather ankle and wrist cuffs are locked on, as well as a leather collar. Then I pull out the restraints I made to connect them. ...

The Cage Experiments, Part 2 by Professor Challenger. Since acquiring the cage, the months that followed saw progressively more elaborate iterations of bondage associated with the cage. I did in fact get my nipples pierced, and found a twelve-gauge straight barbell holding a stirrup to be most comfortable and useful. (Note: I also have septum and Prince Albert piercings, which I recommend to anyone seriously into bondage, as the possibilities are endless. I wear a bullet-style keeper in the septum for every-day, and it is undetectable.) ...

For the last bondage scenario in this story, I am indebted to the wonderful website www.houseofgord.com and a picture I once saw there. I usually come up with my own ideas, but this one is so damn cool I had to pay it tribute! I awoke in darkness. Last time I’d been conscious, I’d been in a light, bright, sterile environment. Now, my eyes opened to nothing but blackness and a soft, musty smell arose from what felt like old floorboards beneath me. Disconcerted, I closed my eyes again and concentrated on the sensations from the rest of my body. I was chilled from inertia – from lying on the floor in a strange place for god knows how long, and naked to boot. I could feel the air circulating over my skin, and the vaguely warm, rough surface of the wooden floor beneath me. ...

Rbrbill’s Final Conversion Part 2 by Rbrbill Rbrbill’s Final Conversion Part 2 (Shirley’s Journey) Chapter 1 - Thoughts, Feelings, Revelations Several weeks have passed since Rbrbill (Thing) was put into his punishment program. Angelica was in her usual place; sitting on the chaise lounge in the pit while Thing went through the treadmill paces. He’d been at it now over two hours and the heavy steps from his ballet boot shod feet disclosed the exhaustion in his body. The machine stopped for one of the rest cycles. These were always fun since “rest” was really misleading. The stopping of the mill just invoked an enema flush and the firing up of those gloriously pulsating rings. Angelica often fantasized about taking that vibrating monster inside her as she watched it squeezed and relax in rippling massage. She just knew that the same caresses driving Thing to uncontrolled orgasm would surely do the same for her. But he was the Thing and she, the Mistress who had to maintain the discipline and mechanical nature of the regimen. She felt that introducing her hot wet pussy, even rubber-sheathed, onto that rod, no matter how gloriously sensual it might be, would destroy the developing servitude and broken spirit she desired in Thing. ...

I think the county of Worcestershire is one of the nicest counties in England. Also one of the most mysterious counties, it is well endowed with small sleepy villages that seem lost in a time warp all of there own. It is as if time itself has passed them by, I suppose that is what makes England the tops when it comes to folklore, sprites, ghosts and things that go bump in the night. I recently had the pleasure to visit the county, and stayed in a small village that nestled by the banks of the River Severn. It is the sort of village that one can drive past without knowing it is there. As I was pre warned I was already looking out for it, I was going south of Worcester, heading towards the small town of Upton-on-Severn, I had booked in advance into a old inn, that I was assured was full of old world charm and not to be missed. The purpose of my visit was to find some information about my past. I knew nothing of my parents relations and this trip was to try to fill that gap in my knowledge and family history. I had learned my Grandmother had lived there but had suddenly disappeared many years ago at the age of 24, so this was hopefully a trip of discovery. I booked into the inn the mist was settling down as I arrived adding to the thrill of the setting I found myself in. On entering the inn, I was greeted by a cheery tubby gent who introduced himself as the landlord and asked if I was the guest he was expecting. I assured him I was the Jenny Wize he was expecting. Over dinner, I asked if he knew of my missing relation, a Miss Alice who lived down the road in Quay lane. I thought for a minute the smile disappeared from his face, perhaps he was just thinking, he shook his head saying he knew of no one by that name. As I looked up, he was staring down at me the sort of stare that seems to penetrate my very being. I finished the meal, slipping on my denim jacket, I ventured out into the night air, the mist now was quite thick, I made my way down Quay lane towards the river. My Grandmother used to live in the last house on the right near the River Severn. The house seemed to appear out of the mist, standing in front of the house were two ladies, both dressed in what I would call old fashioned clothes, the first one rather younger smiled and asked my business. I explained that I was looking for a long lost relation called Alice; the Lady smiled and asked if I had looked at the graveyard at the rear of the church, she stated that most of the old graves were at the rear of the church. I thanked them for their advise and set back up the lane towards a second lane called Bowling Green, this in turn led to the rear of the church, I wandered around for a while. The mist grew thicker, and the air seemed to be a lot cooler but it was a sweet smell in the air, a smell resembling chloroform, the smell seemed to linger in the air around the graveyard. I do not know what happened next but I found myself wandering down some stone steps, I seemed to be dressed in a monks habit it was all white, my hands seemed bound together, but there was no panic in me at all. In front and behind me were some, I presumed male figures, also dressed in monks habit, only their habits where a dark colour, almost black but not quite The leading figure had an old fashioned lantern that cast shadows of the ghostly figures on the underground walls. In my mind, I could hear a ghostly chant as we progressed under the graveyard; I heard a slight rumble behind me as a stone slab closed over the entrance we had just entered by. The passage way led in to a larger chamber, a stone sarcophagus was in the centre of the room, and I was made to stand on a round stone next to the sarcophagus. My white robes were removed and dropped to the floor; my naked body glistened in the shimming light from the lit torches positioned in the surrounding walls. I do not know why, but I seemed to know what was expected of me, no commands were spoken. ...

This is the second part of Mummified and Eaten. It follows Jonathan’s story after his mummified wife was eaten. It’s delicious to watch. I sit here in my chair, watching my lovely but unfaithful wife be eaten alive by a huge anaconda. And to top it all off, she is also mummified at the same time. I don’t think I’ve ever been so turned on by something before. The snake reaches my wife’s head, and I think I need to say something. I get up out of my chair and walk over to my wife, who looks up at me with pleading eyes. “Don’t worry.” I say. “It will be over soon.” ...

(story continues from Mummified and Eaten)_ _This is the second part of Mummified and Eaten. It follows Jonathan’s story after his mummified wife was eaten. It’s delicious to watch. I sit here in my chair, watching my lovely but unfaithful wife be eaten alive by a huge anaconda. And to top it all off, she is also mummified at the same time. I don’t think I’ve ever been so turned on by something before. The snake reaches my wife’s head, and I think I need to say something. I get up out of my chair and walk over to my wife, who looks up at me with pleading eyes. “Don’t worry.” I say. “It will be over soon.” ...

This is a true story. I started to take an interest into bondage when I was about 17, I learnt the wonders of the internet and soon enough I was commonly looking up pictures of bound women. A few years later when I was 19 I came across a site that included self bondage and cross dressing. It was from this site that I wanted to try some selfbondage of my own. It is here that trouble was already starting. ...

This is a true story. I started to take an interest into bondage when I was about 17, I learnt the wonders of the internet and soon enough I was commonly looking up pictures of bound women. A few years later when I was 19 I came across a site that included self bondage and cross dressing. It was from this site that I wanted to try some selfbondage of my own. It is here that trouble was already starting. ...

A few days ago, I had the entire night to myself and got the itch to try a self-chair-tie that I had seen on the net. I ordinarily use the wire chair in front of my makeup mirror for this, but what I saw used a bentwood chair, which I also had upstairs. Since it was a lot lighter than the makeup chair and somewhat more comfortable, I thought it would be ideal. Little did I know? ...

Electro Experimentation by voltsjolts WARNING, do not repeat any of the acts I describe here. They were stupid and dangerous and could have resulted in serious injury or death. This is a true personal account of how I got involved with bdsm and electric play as an ignorant person blind to the deadliness of my homemade toys. It was extremely stupid and dangerous and I could have killed myself multiple times. I am not posting this as any form of encouragement to others and I would discourage everyone from starting down this path especially at an early age. I am a grown adult now but got into bdsm, electric play, and self bondage on my own early in life with absolutely no influence from anyone else. Until posting this story to the net it has been a complete and dark secret of mine. It is a bad idea to say what exact age I started but let’s just say it was the very beginning of puberty. I was playing with an instructional electronics kit and made a mistake involving a relay and an audio transformer and produced a square-wave ac signal. I touched the transformer output by mistake and felt a shock. The feeling immediately captured my interest so I explored further by touching two wires to various parts of my body. Fortunately, I knew enough safety to not do anything stupid like connect a circuit across the heart. After playing with feet, legs and butt cheeks i tried sticking one wire up my ass and touching the other one just on the outside. With the contact area of single bare wires being so small the sensation was instant pinpoint burning pain. I didn’t like that right away but I knew there had to be something worth further investigation. The first step in my exploration was to go from a mistake to a serious electro shock circuit. I used a simple relay interrupter hooked up to pulse into a transformer. The frequency was too high at first and produced a tickle buzzy kind of feeling. I added a capacitor across the relay to slow it down. After playing with different values I got the frequency down to about 50hz which caused the most powerful muscle contractions. The overall sensation wasn’t strong enough so I found ways to produce more output. More batteries helped and the audio transformer was very small so I pulled a larger one out of a broken radio. That made it all too strong so I added a variable resistor adjust the output intensity. Next, it was time to build and test various electrodes to see what they felt like. Larger surface area contacts produced less burning and more of a deeper shock than small contacts. Also, if one electrode was large and the other was small then all of the sensation of shock would come from the smaller side. It was fun to place a large foil contact on each butt cheek and cause powerful contractions. From internal anal experimentation, I found that the greatest sensitivity and muscle response was only 1/2 to 1 inch inside. I placed an electrode deep inside thinking it would be better and more sensitive but it didn’t do much even with full power. With low power there was no feeling at all and on higher settings it just produced a weird sick nauseous ache inside that made me want to throw up. It wasn’t very fun and I was worried I would damage some internal organ and abandoned the deep stuff. Back to the outer regions of the anus I discovered that two circular electrodes around the probe produced pain but not much in the way of contractions. Side-by-side contacts running front to back caused a powerful response. Using the large transformer and touching the battery to it manually for just one shock pulse caused a contraction hard enough to jerk my whole lower body around. It is hard to remember or describe exactly what I first liked about doing this. The sensations were just so addictive. It was unexplainable but I just liked this specific kind of pain from electricity and liked it best in my anus and nowhere else. I wanted more of it and I could not be stopped. I kept getting used to the shock level and wanting a more and more powerful sensation. I started adding more batteries and an even bigger transformer. The circuit was finally capable of an output level so high I could not work up the raw nerve to turn the resistor all the way down. Again I got used to this and after a while I got bored with all of the things I could do to myself willingly. I wanted to feel out of control and push my limits of pain so I hooked an off switch up to a wind-up mechanical timer to produce a timed shock. I would try to just lay still and take it until the timer ran out but any level of shock I could start with would become too small after a while so I had to keep reaching over and turning up the shock to get more effect. That was fixed by hooking up a second timer to the variable resistor so the intensity would start out very small and automatically build up to maximum. It was exciting because the resistor didn’t always move smoothly and sometimes there would be big sudden jumps in shock level. After I no longer needed my hands to adjust the device I started to tie myself up somewhat to pretend I was stuck in place. At first I would always test it out first briefly at maximum with the electrode in my ass and make sure I could really tolerate it full strength before I started it up. ...

Internet Mistress by Subgamble This story is entirely fantasy and is not intended to represent any real people or places. This is not intended for minors and should not be put where minors have access to it. If stories containing explicit sexual acts and kinky activities offend you go read the comic pages. You have been warned. Mel had always been interested in bondage. He has a ton of bondage gear and read every story he could get, for free, on the Internet. He had been practicing self-bondage for years. Now he needed the real thing. Mel found thousands of ads from women wanting to tie up and punish men for a large sum of money. He really couldn’t afford them on his salary. Mel had taken to logging on bondage chat rooms. He found several on IRC. Often a chat room dealing with some aspect of bondage or domination would pop up on his ISP. ...

Tied together by Caroline and Alex The games we played became more and more painful but still there was something missing. The other bound most of the time one in a most severe way but we knew that, whenever it became unbearable, a single sign or simple gesture was enough to stop the torment. It was Caroline, my girlfriend, who wanted more. She was rather skinny with little tits, fantastic nipples and a rather well shaped, whip loving, bottom. On an evening, when I came home from work, she was sitting totally naked in front of our computer surfing some self-bondage sites. Due to her reading and watching the pictures she was horny as hell. “Let’s get in self-bondage the both of us so that we cannot release each other.” ...

John was a young lawyer, and while very successful and well paid, his two real interests in life were physical training and rubber. He visited the health club at least three times a week, and his home was well furnished with rubber clothing and bed sheets. All his time at home was spent alone in rubber. He yearned for rubber companionship, but every woman with whom he started a relationship departed as soon as he tried to introduce them to his interest in rubber. He was convinced that his life in rubber was to be a lonely one. He had a strong sex drive, spent his evenings dressed in rubber and watching rubber videos, and then retiring to his rubber bed to release his built up passion. ...

A alternative continuation of the story ‘Love Doll’ by Playtilliwin. I was shocked. Really shocked. Suddenly the machine stopped, but didn’t lift me to the floor. I was hanging about 3 feet over the ground, when suddenly my friend entered the room. He was quite shocked, because he couldn’t see what I filled into the forms. He just wanted to see the result, and with a devilish grin, he said “Oh, what we have here? A rubberdolly waiting for her new owner?” ...

A alternative continuation of the story ‘Love Doll’ by Playtilliwin. I was shocked. Really shocked. Suddenly the machine stopped, but didn’t lift me to the floor. I was hanging about 3 feet over the ground, when suddenly my friend entered the room. He was quite shocked, because he couldn’t see what I filled into the forms. He just wanted to see the result, and with a devilish grin, he said, “Oh, what we have here? A rubberdolly waiting for her new owner?” I wanted to cry out, but the ball-gag stuffed into my mouth was quite effective. He began to explain more details, but I didn’t listen to him. I was in shock, in pure agony, and in total fear. ...

Jan’s Revenge by Jan Smith Jan was unsure what emotions she felt. It had been about two months since her Mistress Beverly had moved away with her new boyfriend. Jan was happy for her, for finding a special someone, but she was jealous of Michael for taking her Beverly away, and although she didn’t want to admit it, even to herself, she was mad at Beverly. Jan hadn’t even played with any self bondage since she had been left alone and she resented Beverly for that. ...