Note: Although I am a martial artist I am not sure of the customs of boy-girl match-ups in hojo-jitsu practice since I have never taken Jiu-Jitsu classes. What I know from Jiu-Jitsu is the fighting techniques, not the weapons (staffs, ropes, swords) techniques, mainly because my weapons training comes from a different discipline. Anyway, if the customs are slightly incorrect, forgive me and enjoy. Also, I wrote half the story before realizing I should have given character descriptions so I decided to leave it go. Just Imagine Meredith with sandy-blonde hair, normal complexion, about 5’ 9" or 10" and Alan with brown hair, tanned complexion, 5’ 11 1/2" ...

Some of the below is true, some is my personal fantasy. I lay there on the bed half asleep. It was early morning. I felt my wife stir slightly. I was tired. I needed a sleep in. Today would be the first opportunity for weeks. My daughter was out at work, she’s eighteen and a Saturday girl in the city and she’d left for work about half an hour ago. ...

The Game by Anna Mistress. · Do you get bored watching your slave while he is being punished? Shouldn’t punishment just be done, leaving you to get on with something more useful? · Fancy playing a computer game where your slave gets the punishment for your mistakes? Slave. · Have you every wanted, just once, to get your mistress back? If either of the answers to these questions are ‘Yes’, read on. Okay, this is an advert, well, sort of, but let me explain. ...

In order to view this story, readers must be of legal age in the area where they reside. If stories of explicit sex and bondage offend you, go elsewhere. You have been warned. This is my tale of self bondage and the results of it. My name is Ben. I have been happily married to my wife for 6 years. I am 30 and by wife Anne is 28. I am still not too hard on the eyes. My wife is still knockout gorgeous. I am a little over 6 feet 3 inches tall semi bald, blond hair blue eyes and in shape. I work out at the gym 4 days a week with both weights and aerobic exercises. ...

Here is what I did the other week… Sat on the floor and took two leather cuffs and attached them to my ankles with a padlock. Before closing the lock I took a pair of handcuffs and place the chain of them into the lock. Now I have a pair of handcuffs secured to the back of my ankles and my ankles are bound together. Being they were not tight together I wrapped them in duct tape to keep them close as possible. Next I took a leather belt and wrapped my knees together. ...

I’ve almost gotten bored with self-bondage lately, what with doing the same things over and over. Of course the thrill of knowing you are trapped when the last cinch is in place never goes away, but just waiting for ice to melt for an hour can get a little tedious when there is nothing to do but wait. Last weekend I decided to see if I could spice the deal up a little, giving me something to do while getting to the knife. (I use only rope for my sessions) ...

Saturday, April 12th, 2003, and Saturday, April 10th, 2004 have something in common. They are the last Saturday before the income tax filing deadline of April 15th. My husband George is a procrastinator, and always waits until the last weekend to prepare his tax return. We are both self-employed professionals, and so we file separately. (My tax return had already gone out in the mail). On Saturday, April 12th, 2003, George tied me spreadeagled and naked on our king-size 4-poster bed for most of the day so that I couldn’t tease or distract him. ...

Alex Summers was in a good mood. The phone call that he had just made would ensure that he could now treat himself to a new car and perhaps a foreign holiday. He was long overdue for a bit of R and R, he mused as he sipped his coffee and made his way through the kitchen towards the connecting door that lead to his garage. The garage was large by such standards. Three large double doors dominated one entire wall. Alex admired his cars as he strolled through the cavernous interior. He ran his fingers lovingly over the bodywork of his silver DB4. Next, he stopped to admire the next car in his collection. A dark green Mercedes sports car that had a bold white stripe running from bonnet to boot over the top of the vehicle and sporting a number four, within a white circle, on the bonnet and doors. This car had won the 1978 Le Mans and brought a smile to his face as he remembered the fierce bidding that had secured him the car. ...

“C’mon, Holly, I could really use your help this weekend,” insisted Dina to her friend Holly as they sat in a restaurant having lunch. “There’s no way I could handle my niece Emily’s party by myself.” “What happened to her parents?” asked Holly skeptically. The last thing she wanted to spend her weekend was chaperoning a bunch of bratty children. “Aren’t they the ones throwing this party?” “They can’t,” said Dina. “That’s why they asked me. Emily’s Dad’s a detective and got called in at the last minute to be part of some security detail that weekend, and Emily’s Mom’s a veterinarian who also got called to pull a double shift at the hospital the same day.” ...

Here is the first part of another Selfbondage adventure I embarked on. This one was the most ambitious yet and ended a lot more painfull than I had planned. I am always suprised by myself; when things have got a bit too heavy I swear to give up my fetish once and for all. Then a few days later, I am planning new ways to put myself in physically and emtionally ackward positions. As you know I love the feeling of tight jeans or pants chained to my body in such a way as they cannot be removed without the key to the locks or by cutting the chains off. Well I am toying with the idea of being chained like this for a 7 days. This will have to require me using a catheter to pee. do you have any tips, suggestions or information on this, or hopefully an alternative. Upside-Down Cruixification Part One Friends of mine were away on 2-week vacation recently and I put myself forward to look after their house. I had been to visit a number of times and was familiar with the layout of the house and was really excited about the prospect of having some bondage fun in a new and somewhat unfamiliar environment. They have been married about five years and are both very much career-orientated people. ...

A Taxing Day by Gowenlock A Taxing Day By Gowenlock Saturday, April 13th, 2002, and Saturday, April 12th, 2003, have something in common. They are the last Saturday before the income tax filing deadline of April 15th. My husband George is a procrastinator, and always waits until the last weekend to prepare his tax return. We are both self-employed professionals, and so we file separately. (My tax return had already gone out in the mail). ...

Among The Missing - Chapter 3 by Rubberwolf mong the Missing Chapter 3 by Rubberwolf Ann sipped her coffee, while sitting on Dave’s lap and accepting a cuddle while they chatted. Dave, it appeared was a self employed programmer. This meant that he worked from home; only venturing out to meet clients, discuss requirements and to trouble shoots their systems. He had known Nicky since she moved in. Although they had had a brief affair, it soon became apparent that two doms did not mix. They had remained friends and still went out together. But that was all. ...

One day more, here I am. Or may I say night? I really don’t know. I can’t know what day or time is it. Here enclosed in my prison, I just can’t conscience of time. The hours appear to be days, and the days years. And everything started that damned day… I worked in an office. I was a lawyer, a good lawyer. I had solved hundred of cases. When I arrived home, I had a shower, afterwards I had dinner, and then I went to the Club. It was a “Fetish Club”. ...

(story continues from Julie’s Surprise Part 4) Julie’s Surprise Part 5 by Kermit Julies Surprise 5 by Kermit Fantasy - Part 5 © Kermit 2003 “I’ve got a idea” Julie said, “why don’t we get her to cook and clean and be a general skivvy, meanwhile stimulating her pussy and clit, to provide a little entertainment for you and me” To this I said, “hmmm… good idea.” Go through the case and look for a collar and cuffs.” ...

NOTE: My girlfriend doesn’t get what I get out of bondage. She tolerates it when I tie her up but won’t tie me up anymore. Like all things, the less you get something, the more you want it, the more I think I’m willing to try and the darker the fantasies get. That’s all this is I’m afraid to say; a work of fantasy. Who knows, I might get lucky; my girlfriend might read this and decide she wants to act it out. I’m also English so I use the word tights instead of pantyhose which I normally see on the site. Also, it was written to be one story but if the feedback is good, I might continue it. ...

(story continues from A Novel Idea 3) A Novel Idea- Part 4 by Tied2achair A Novel Idea by Tied2aChair Pain unlike rain never does stop. Just when you think it might let up it finds a new way of reminding you that it is there. The reminder that he was getting came from the strangest of places his neck. The six or so layers of duct tape that currently encompassed his neck were beginning to stick to his neck hair thus when he turned his neck whack instant nair no more neck hair and a heck of lot of pain. Then came his cock and balls they were encased in two separate cuffs fastened extremely tight thus his wrists could not move without tugging on an already swollen and rock hard member. So he tried to be as still as possible knowing that the slightest move in any direction would mean instant torment and of course more pain. ...

Me, Oh My! New bondage is constantly in demand by every porn site in the world. I have studied porn since it started on the internet. Back in the early 80’s when the internet was a baby, I sent pictures out to a friend in California, in those days it was a bit more complicated, but was better than the mail. Soon digital became the normal way to get your funk noticed, then people started getting wise and made us pay for it, and the walls went up. There was a time when sites were dedicated to sharing, not selling. This was good. I started to evolve myself in bondage during this time of sharing, and learned many things from total strangers that I corresponded with. Times were good. I had time to plan, time to do, and money to spend. I had found a new hobby, it was self bondage. ...

Daria walked down the sidewalk after school one Friday afternoon alone in her thoughts. In had been two months since walking in on Jane in her room. The sight of seeing her best friend spread out tied to the bed and knowing that she had put herself in that position bugged her. Oh, she could accept it but it popped into her head every time she saw a dreamy look on Jane’s face in class or when Daria went over to her house and she was greeted by a freshly showered, smiling Jane. She knew what was going on in Jane’s private life she thought sadly which made thinking about her own empty private life rather pitiful. ...

Natalie announced her arrival to Meyer in time for him to unlock the door before she had to wait. He’s always so polite, she thought and considerate too. Natalie thought it strange that Meyer did not get up when she entered the tiny room as he usually did. The tall dark man- well they all were, here, weren’t they? - remained seated, connected to the Sanctuary’s hard-wire systems. He must be pre-occupied with something, she supposed. ...

story continues from part one …Meyer said nothing, trying to gather his thoughts and collect his fleeting feelings, too stunned that such a lovely and intelligent lady would be interested in him. Natalie tried to transmit her feelings, she wanted to let him know how she felt, but did not know how, without possibly scaring him off. She sensed his timidity and could understand how he felt. She felt herself out on a very thin branch and was scared to go further. ...