I have enjoyed self bondage for quite a while now. I have spent many an enjoyable hour naked and wiggling in my bonds. Lately though it has seemed a little tame. I saw a show in which a woman was suspended by her wrists and watching her hang there suffering was a real turn on. It did not take long, with my hand down my pants on my pussy to make myself come. I decided right there and then that I would be that woman. I spent many a night playing with myself, making plans. It would be my greatest self tie ever. ...

Here’s a story about one of my recent self-bondage adventures. It actually turned into a misadventure. I had the day and house to myself and was in the mood for a little self-bondage. In my basement I have installed above the ceiling panels a series of eyehooks that go thru the beams for extra support (I’m 6'3" and 215lbs). I often use them for suspension with a frozen chain release. Today, I felt like a stretch instead. ...

The restrained moans and air whistling through her nostrils said it all. I was on the highway with my leather-clad housemate in the passenger seat and all I could think of was I wished it were me in her situation. We had met just over a year ago in, believe it or not, a leather clothing store. They were having a spring sale to clear merchandise before the hot weather and I was trying on skirts while, nearby, she was trying to pick a light jacket. ...

8 8 Tickled to Be Here! by Ty Knott Tickled to Be Here! by Ty Knott The bindings felt soft against your skin. Soft yet unyielding. You tried to look around but you were unable to see under the dark mask that covered your eyes. The bed was comfortable beneath you and you were naked on top of it. You could feel me watching, could hear my breathing quicken as you shifted on the bed testing your bonds. Your body trembled and your own breathing speeded up, as if you had run a race. You had to calm down. You didn’t know exactly what was in store, but for the moment you had to stay calm. You could feel my entire focus on your body and you could see the view you presented from my eyes. Your arms and legs spread out to the four corners of the bed. Your hair spread out against the pillow. Your breasts rising and falling with every breath. Your nipples hardening under my scrutiny. Much to your embarrassment, you could feel your body responding, the wetness between your legs betraying you. ...

I cannot speak. The ring behind my teeth holds my jaws wide apart, its strap, tight around my head, pulling my lips back into a wide unmoving grin. I cannot see. Shaped latex covers are glued over my eyes revealing only a vague pink glow when I am in bright light. I cannot walk unaided. Thigh-length leather 9” heeled ballet boots are laced snugly over my smooth latex stockinged legs, allowing only a slight bend at the knees. Silver cuffs wrap around my ankles and clasp my legs above my knees, joining them together with 6” silver chains. ...

Warren was the first openly-gay guy I got well acquainted with when I worked in San Francisco’s financial district, and we kept in touch via E-mail even after I moved south with my wife. I really felt close to Warren, even though I’m straight- he’s open and straightforward and sensitive, all the qualities that women love in a guy. Myself, I thought he was a sensitive, supportive guy I could cry on when I had problems of my own. Thus, when (after a substantial period of perusing the Web) I developed an over-powering need to get not merely bound but mummified (I suppose that’s kind of an extreme fringe of D&s), it was only natural that I turned to Warren. As I hoped, he said he was ‘vaguely knowledgeable’ on the subject and was amenable to helping me try it out. I arranged for a weekend visit to his place in the East Bay. I took CalTrain and BART up and he picked me up when I rolled in late on Saturday afternoon. ...

Those of you who have read my previous stories will remember the fun I had in the bottom of a hollow sofa (see Sofa Fun)- well, this led me to come up with another way of being in self-bondage in public while remaining hidden. The house I live in has needed a great deal of work doing to it - this has meant that I’ve had to find out all about DIY - or Do-it-yourself. I’ve got lots of great power tools, and learned to build benches, doors, kitchen units and the like. ...

He had started to read all kinds of mummification stories when he was younger in the military. He started to read club magazine stories, and the diaries of a male slave, that belonged to a wonderful mistress. He could not get these thoughts out of his mind, no matter how hard he tried to forget them, he could not. He started to look in local chat rooms, and many fetish singles but to no avail, until one day. He found what he thought was a wonder women, that could fulfil his dreams and many years of frustrated fantasies. They started to talk online and eventually they progresses to calling each other on the phone, he was getting what he needed and he thought she was getting what she wanted - him. ...

(story continues from One Kink At A Time) 8 8 One Kink At A Time Part Two by Tyjord One Kink At A Time Part 2 by Tyjord Once you are completely empty, I thoroughly clean you and then lead you, trembling, into my bedroom. Weak and humiliated from your enema ordeal, you sit on the bed and offer no resistance as I unlock your wrists, lie you down, and re-lock your hands above your head to the headboard. I go back to the bathroom and clean up, allowing you to rest. When I return, I bring the blindfold with me and place it on the nightstand. Still securely gagged, you look up at me in nervous anticipation of what is next. ...

8 8 Sharnie by fastestbike Her name was Sharnie she was drop dead gorgeous, I met her at a fetish party. We talked for hours at the party and exchanged numbers I thought to myself here we go I’ll bet it’s a false number. So I came home and didn’t bother trying to ring her, Sharnie rang me a week later out of the blue and asked if I’d like to meet up for a coffee, I jumped on my bike with a spare helmet and off I went. So we met at a little café in Brunswick Street, Fitzroy. ...

He had devised the perfect plan. He had been watching the sorority for months and had picked out the most beautiful six girls to be his unknowing victims. He had mailed out invitations to the girls a week before inviting them to spend the night in the “Haunted” house. The one who made it through the night he had offered $100,000 to. Though he really had planned to have six wonderful mummies by the end of the night and the $100,000 was going to stay in his pocket. It was now the night and the girls should be arriving soon. ...

8 8 Torment of a Bad Boy by Texvector Torment of a Bad Boy Well this is going to be the first time that I have posted a story here or anywhere else. Into the typical beginning, my name is Michael, I’m 23 and I am a full time student at Texas A&M in College Station, Texas. I’m 6'1" tall, 195 lbs., short dusty blonde hair, and have been into bondage, self-bondage, and virtually every other fetish since I was about 14. ...

Amy Ford felt like she had won the academy award the Nobel peace prize and the lottery all in one when she got the call. For weeks she had been ‘stalking ‘ this hunk of a man who had been showing up at the Firehouse Grill and Bar. Her prey had a name. Peter Hunter. He seemed to have this glow about him that lit up the room. He had superhero looks with a squared jaw and deep blue eyes with sandy brown hair that sat on a remarkably trim and fit broad shoulder body. He showed up during Singles Friday over a month ago and all the women in the bar just seemed to gravitate toward him. Peter spoke in a soft kind manner and was a dream to talk to. He must have been a debate captain because he could talk to you on a variety of levels. Peter was not only good looking but he had money. He did not drive sports car but a beat up old jeep and very expensive SUV. She had seen him drive in with both. He would go camping over the weekends and did invite one or two to go with him. ...

Somehow I knew that Friday was going to be ‘one of those days’. Everything went wrong at the office, my normally serene boss blew up, and dinner (which I fixed myself) was lousy, but at least I had that night’s long-awaited self-bondage games to look forward to. I went down to the basement and prepared by setting up a portable TV and VCR to give myself something to fuel my fantasies during the time I was to be bound. Then I got naked (it’s always a good idea to get naked with your partner) and set up my bondage timer: I pulled out of the freezer a Styrofoam cup of ice; through the center of the block of ice ran a string to which was tied the key to my handcuffs. When the ice melted enough, the string would be dropped out of a bracket on the wall and the key would drop near enough to my hands to seize it. Ice makes a great timer- the laws of thermodynamics are inexorable and foolproof! ...

Jsmith7471-Right. So it looks like everything is coming together as we planned Tight Layers-Yes. I’m so excited. Can’t wait to get there! We’ll finally get to meet! Jsmith7471-Remember! You agreed to submit to whatever I choose to do to you. Any level I choose. Tight Layers-I agree. I know. I just can’t believe that I’ll be mummified for the first time. You’ll be gentle, won’t you? LOL Jsmith7471-Sure. :) ;) Jsmith7471-Good night and take care. Don’t slip crawling into bed, wet one! See you in a week. Tight Layers-Night Jsmith7471-Night ...

Her whole body was sore. This was the first thing Lynn felt. It was Lynn? Her name was Lynn wasn’t it? Her brain was on fire and she could not think straight. French club? Private plane? They meant something and nothing to her. She opened her eyes to a circular room covered in stark white padding. She was blinded by the mirrors reflecting the light off walls ceiling and floor. She was in some sort of costume. She focused her mind and things became clearer. ...

8 8 Vermont Weekend Part 2: The Gift by M Vermont Weekend Part 2: The Gift by M [Previously: I lost a bet to my boyfriend Dan and agreed to be his slave for a weekend at his parents isolated Vermont farmhouse. There, I followed his directions and ended up bound, gagged, and buttplugged in a barn stall. A mysterious figure blindfolded me and used my mouth to pleasure his cock. The figure was Dan who snuck into the barn while I was trying to cope with sinking into the muddy floor] ...

A Lone Girl’s Latex Enclosure by Unknown Author Funny, she thought as she sat on the side of the bed, carefully pulling on a pair of glossy pantyhose. Funny, how the overwhelming feeling to enclose yourself in tight, black, shiny latex clothes, suddenly comes over you without a warning. She kept on thinking, there’s no point in resisting it either. One can’t stand against it more than a day, at the most. As the evening arrived, she went in to the closet to fetch the boxes containing the tools of the forbidden fetishes. ...

8 8 Captured and Tortured by gopi There are some things that everyone thinks will never happen to them… Things like accidents, earthquakes, being struck by lightning, being burgled, and so on… … until one of these things does happen, and then they are very surprised, even upset, that it should happen to them. Gopi was like everyone else, but in his case what he thought would never happen to him was… being abducted. Naturally, living as he did in a large populous country like India, he had heard of abductions. But they always seemed to happen in other places, and to other kinds of people - like young girls, or children of rich people - and not to perfectly ordinary people like him. ...

8 8 Hubbies Turn by Jan I had spent many a hour tied with my husbands whip falling on my ass and tits. I decided that what is sauce for the goose is sauce for the gander. One day when we were out shopping together I took my husbands hand and said to him, " I have to get a sexy pair of panties to wear tonight, because I am going to beat you when we get home." He got a funny look on his face, but when I looked down I could see a large bulge developing in the front of his pants. We had never broached this subject before, but he got a silly grin and whispered “Yes Mistress.” As we looked through the undies, the bulge stayed in the front of his pants. It must have been uncomfortable to walk in that condition. ...