Julie woke up, groggy and wondering where she was. The last thing she remembered, she and her roommate Kirsten had just gotten into Julie’s car to drive home from a movie, and Kirsten remarked that she smelled something funny. Now Julie was here. The room she was in was about 8 feet square, with 3 featureless walls. The fourth wall had a small niche in which was a basin about 2 feet square. Several bags of cement mix were stacked in the corner near the basin. In the center of the room was a large metal x-frame, to which Kirsten was attached, naked. ...

Anne looked around the living room and figured it was going to take her a couple of hours before everything was ready for her evening with Bill. She smiled to herself as she remembered how she had told him she was going out of town for a few days only to sneak back later to the home they shared. She busily cleaned the floor and dining table before heading into the bathroom for a quick shower. Emerging a short time later, she wandered around the living room area for a few minutes toweling herself off wondering to herself how she could really liven up the coming evening. She casually glanced through some fashion magazines looking for help in what she should wear that evening when she noticed a pile of her old college textbooks in a nearby corner. ...

* Self Bondage Fantasy Something was wrong the moment she tried to move her arms. She was cold and tried to move the blanket but for some strange reason her arms would not respond. As she open her eyes, it was dark, pitch black dark, from there she knew something was terribly wrong. She knew at that moment she was blindfolded, and from what she could comprehend. She was tied up and it was really tight. Every muscle in her body would not respond to any of her commands. She squirmed and struggled but it seems like the ropes would not budge. In fact, it seems like it tightens a little. She moved her wrist up and she felt the ropes pulling tighter against her crotch. She let out a whimper as it rubbed against her crotch. She pulled her wrist down and the pressure was looser, but her wrist would not go down any farther, because it pulled on a rope around her neck that tighten her elbows even tighter, to the point they were almost touching each other. Her legs were useless as she tried moving them but it moved as one like a mermaid. ...

There it was, the package I had been waiting for so long… I was so excited I could hardly contain myself - I could even feel getting wet. I was a bit scared though, I had used my credit card for the mail-order again, which created a traceable link between me, the ever-proper daughter of a rich businessman, and the downright sleazy “Mr. BondageGear” of the web. I had to be scared a little bit… I could feel my obsession for self-bondage and other kink taking over my conscience in the past year or so. It worried me even though I had managed to shield these fantasies from my otherwise decent life as an exceptional student. I had quite a Jekyll & Hyde thing going on, member of the student council, heading for one of the top Law Schools, voice of female empowerment on the student paper - and a bondage fetishist whenever I find the rare opportunity to engage in my not-so proper activities!!! ...

Many of you may have heard of the big snowstorm we had in early March. The airports were all shut down, and the snow fell a lot out where I live. Must of Washington got snow, then a lot of rain, and then snow again. But out here, we got snow, ice pellets, more snow, and MORE snow. I was marooned in my own home for most of the weekend. I did some shovelling, and Lord knows I blew a fortune on my computer chat net. But as the snow fell, I got lonely and horny. ...

* Dear self-bondage enthusiasts. The following is pure fiction. I went as far as I can go with recounting my own bondage experiences, so I thought I would try my hand at a fictional story. In our self-bondage sessions, we use a variety of release mechanisms. We use melting ice cubes, struggle across a floor to obtain a knife, waiting until dark to venture outside to retrieve a key, or use a Jacob’s Knot to delay our release. I’ve noticed still others make use of soldering irons on timers to burn through ropes. In the past, I have programmed a computer to encrypt the code of a combination lock, and then waited a couple of months to forget the combination and then have to wait 8 hours for the computer to finally decipher the code in order to release myself. I would use the combination lock to secure all my release keys in a strong box and then use all the locks in chain harnesses and torturous cock and ball restraint. I was free to move about the house, but unable to release myself from self-bondage all day long. That was a nice day J. Near the end of the day, while experiencing a great deal of discomfort and sexual tension, I fantasized that I was waiting for an email from a long distance Master who had the combination and had ordered me to perform the self-bondage. I had to wait until he or she decided to release me. The following story is of a woman who enters into such a relationship with a writer of self-bondage stories. ...

My Self-Bondage Master Chapter Two: My First Session. I got up late on Saturday. I could not sleep the night before thinking about what today would be like. I went out and got a couple of movies to watch since I was going to be spending the day bound in my apartment. When I came back home about 12:30pm, bolted the door of my apartment and took a long shower. I refrained from eating any lunch, since I didn’t want to have to go to the bathroom during my bondage session. The hunger was just going add to my sense of captivity. ...

The Beginning I was at an early age when I first saw experience bondage. My sisters would come up on me when I was asleep and start tying me up. First, they would tape my mouth with duct tape so I couldn’t scream, then as one would hold my wrists from behind the other would use some clothes line and wrap it around my wrist and cinch it tight. Next they would both tie my ankles and knees together. I would try to scream, but the tape gag silenced me. ...

I have practiced self-bondage for years and came across your site. I am 27 years old, 5-11" female with blonde hair and green eyes, dark complexion size 34-25-32. Considered attractive by most. I started my self bondage one day, deciding I needed some good strict disciplining bondage. I stripped to my b-day suit, and made my preparations. Out to the garage I went and laid down on the oil stained concrete. I took the long clothes hanger dowel from the closet and had holes drilled for the neck position, wrist in back and ankles. I was going to plan one long posture bar that would make movement completely impossible. ...

It all began on a Friday. Everyone was away for the weekend and I had the house to myself. I had been preparing for this for weeks and the anticipation was growing by the minute. I do really enjoy the feeling of tight restraint, loss of sight, of hearing and speech. Today I would be in self-bondage for about seven hours. I have spent a considerable amount of time and thought in coming up with methods of self-restraint that are inescapable, yet will release me after a time. ...

* Self Bound A very special package arrived for me today, it was a small package but the weight told me that it was what I had been waiting anxiously for. With trembling hands I set it beside my bed and prepared for work. All day long I imagined what that evening would be like, I even imagined some of the men that I work with as the one who would place the items in the package upon me. This, of course, was not to be but the fantasies helped make the day pass quickly and as quitting time approached I found myself almost trembling at the mere thought of what was to come. ...

It is a history truth that I had him there to one year already. It is the first that I write and I hope that her you enjoy. I am French and forgiven me if the translation is not very good. If you like, contact me: [email protected] Technique: I constructed a big adhesive leaf (2m x 1,5m). For it I used a complete roller of adhesive ribbon that I joined strip by strip between distant two posts of two meters and regaining every passage of a good centimeter on the five centimeters of large of the roller. I wove this leaf therefore on a height of 1m50, I can applied other strip of my roller across this canvas to solidify it so that strips don’t separate himself if I tried to bend me in two. Once my finished work, I took off my leaf finely of the two posts and put him over to dish sticky face on the on my bed (a bed of two no one grant I had withdrawn sheets and cover). ...

It is a history truth that I had him there to one year already. It is the first that I write and I hope that her you enjoy. I am French and forgiven me if the translation is not very good. If you like, contact me: [email protected] A well animated self mummification: This real history occurred in ‘94 on the place from my work when I was still paid. Often I left the office in the last and an evening I benefited from the empty buildings to give up myself with my passion. The accessories available were large plastic bags and rolls of adhesive tape of packing. I thus started by fixing two uncurlers of adhesive tape at a foot of table. The advantage system was to be able to roll up me these ribbons all while maintaining a tension of the tape. I overlapped the head with a small bag out of plastic and am wrapped to me with the adhesive tape of packing while having taken care to leave an opening on the level of the nose. I thus was muzzled and plugged. ...

It seems like a lifetime ago that I discovered self-bondage material on the internet. It was such a liberating experience. Prior to knowing that many other people also practiced self-bondage, I felt such shame and guilt after my bondage sessions. I always promised myself that each time would be the last. I don’t know what it is like for the guys, but women aren’t supposed to want to be tied up. The feminist movement, despite all the benefits it brings, has equated bondage with submission in the social, political, and economic realms. What I like during sexual activity has nothing to do with how I want to be treated otherwise. Ordinarily, I am an assertive person that demands a high quality of performance from myself and others, and I rarely subjugate myself to the authority of others. I am perplexed at my own compulsion for bondage. ...

Hello all, Have you ever wanted to have a self-bondage session at the last moment and didn’t have your key already frozen in ice? Well, I’ve come up with a way to pull off a session at a moments notice anytime you get the chance. Here’s what I do. I tie my wrist cuff key to a string as usual, (tying the other end of the string to my wrist so I can’t loose the key), and then I just wrap the key inside a big ball of masking tape. If I tie my hands apart, such as in a spread-eagle position, I have to unwrap the key with one hand. Depending on how much tape I use, the quality of the tape, and how hard I squeeze the tape shut as I’m wrapping it, I could be there for an hour, or MANY more. There’s no exact science to figure out how long you’re going to be stuck there, but that’s part of the fun of it. Of course you can use tape made of cloth or plastic, but they can take even longer to unwrap because they won’t tear like masking tape usually does. (Just thought I should give you a heads-up on that…) ...

Many of you may have heard of the big snowstorm we had in early March. The airports were all shut down, and the snow fell a lot out where I live. Must of Washington got snow, then a lot of rain, and then snow again. But out here, we got snow, ice pellets, more snow, and MORE snow. I was marooned in my own home for most of the weekend. I did some shovelling, and Lord knows I blew a fortune on my computer chat net. But as the snow fell, I got lonely and horny. ...

Dear self-bondage enthusiasts. The following is pure fiction. I went as far as I can go with recounting my own bondage experiences, so I thought I would try my hand at a fictional story. Comments are welcomed. [email protected]_ My Self-Bondage Master Chapter Eight: Vengeance. I was looking forward to tonight. This evening, I was going to show “the worm” who the real master was. As much as I enjoyed the excitement of having a remote master, I was adjusting nicely to my new role. As much as I like self-bondage, the adrenaline rush, and the feeling of excitement, I didn’t like it when “Worm” tried to take control of my life. Lord only knows what he would have done with that videotape, and what else he would have made me submit to if he did get it. I would probably have rings on my nipples and clit, and big tattoo on my butt that said “SLAVE”. ...

Dear self-bondage enthusiasts. The following is pure fiction. I went as far as I can go with recounting my own bondage experiences, so I thought I would try my hand at a fictional story. Comments are welcomed. [email protected] My Self-Bondage Master Chapter Three: Choices. My new self-bondage master and I exchanged the occasional emails to talked about when we could do a second self-bondage session, and to talk about what sort of commitment we should make to this relationship. We didn’t want to set a finite time on how long we should continue, but agreed that as soon as it becomes too inconvenient for either of us, we should call it off. Fortunately, the anonymity of the relationship meant either of us could call it quits at anytime. We also agreed that once a month would be frequent enough for this activity. We settled on the second Saturday of each month. He sent me the four combination locks right away, and I randomly selected three, and tested the combinations. Sure enough, they worked. I sent back the three locks, and kept the forth for my next session. ...

Dear self-bondage enthusiasts. The following is pure fiction. I went as far as I can go with recounting my own bondage experiences, so I thought I would try my hand at a fictional story. Comments are welcomed. [email protected] My Self-Bondage Master Chapter Four: Purgatory. I awoke from my nap to the sound of my clock radio. I was immediately reminded of my situation by the ball gag in my mouth. I wiped some drool from my mouth (I hate when that happens), and carefully made my way to the computer. There was an email from Master asking me what I had been doing for the past 2 and half hours. I emailed him about taking the opportunity to clean the apartment, then taking a shower and having a short nap. ...

Dear self-bondage enthusiasts. The following is pure fiction. I went as far as I can go with recounting my own bondage experiences, so I thought I would try my hand at a fictional story. Comments are welcomed. [email protected]_ My Self-Bondage Master Chapter Five: Melting Ice. The weeks past quickly and I became easily distracted as my scheduled electronic BDSM session drew closer. At the beginning of the month I received the combination locks as usual, and a small note telling me to go to the hardware store for some supplies. Three large screw-in eye bolts, two “S” shaped hooks, two large buckets, and one section of clear half inch tubing, about seven feet long. ...