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 Six: Preparation for the Final Encounter. About a week before our next scheduled session, I received a large package from Master. Inside were the four locks as usual. The envelopes were tightly sealed in a plastic bag. It looked vacuumed sealed. On the back was a message. It said to only test two of the combination locks, because I was going to need two combination locks for the next self-bondage session. I opened the plastic and I picked two at random and opened two of the locks. Satisfied that the other two envelopes did have the combinations for the other two locks, I put the envelopes and the locks asside to be used later. ...

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 Seven: The Final Encounter. I got up Saturday morning, and checked for a message from Master. The first thing he wanted me to do was go out and rent a video camera. This time he wanted a tape of the whole session. No bloody way was I going to send anyone videotape of me doing self-bondage, even if I was wearing a mask. I protested. I didn’t mind the odd shot of me showing up on the Internet as long as no one could identify me, but a video? Master replied sternly. He told me that the program was not going to work without a code that only he knew. In addition, if I did this last favour for him, he would send me hundreds of pre-programmed series of signals I could use in my self-bondage and torture sessions. The gears in my head started to work, and I started to do a little strategizing of my own. I replied and said that I agreed with his conditions and told him I would be back in about two hours with the video equipment. ...

My god was I scared. Why did I agree to this? I met her on-line and quickly became her on-line slave, or whore, as she liked to call me. In fact I was captivated by the relationship and her from the get go. I set up my own yahoo account specifically for her and called her Mistress Jen, as per her command. We chatted during the nights and got to know each other. We exchanged pictures and I found she was indeed very beautiful. ...

Hi folks, I am a Swedish girl living in Gothenburg on the West Coast of Sweden. This story is about what I try to do a few times every summer. First I can tell you all that I love bondage especially selfbondage. This story is really true and is about one special occasion during the summer 2000. It is like this, my parents have a summer cottage on an island, Lyr, just east of Mollösund. Mollösund is situated about 90 km north of Gothenburg. Mollösund was a small fisherman’s village but is now mainly for rich people from other places. There are two restaurants and some shops. One shop sells supplies for boats. They sell chains and other things, which are necessary for bondage games… ...

_ Seven of Nine Self-Bondage Part One by Sir Stephen ([email protected] – please comment)_ Hello. You probably all know who I am. I sleep standing up, like a horse. I also wear flexible transparent aluminum panties, so that my unusually prominent vulva does not look like a huge camel’s toe through my clothes. I don’t wash these panties, ever. My vaginal secretions are instead absorbed into the metal and do not become a hygiene problem. They do, however, accumulate perpetually in terms of aroma, a fact which may explain why some of the crew seem to become aroused when I enter a room. I often detect dilations of pupils and engorgements of erectile tissue upon entering the Bridge or the Mess Hall. ...

Seven of Nine Self-Bondage Part Two By Sir Stephen When Belanna demanded that I beg to lick her female genitalia, I said “That is an unlikely event, Lieutenant.” Immediately, Lieutenant Torrez slapped my face, hard, with a red-latex-gloved right hand, and said “You will beg, or wear a gag while I torture you. First, to apologize, you will drink my spittle.” She squeezed my face to open my mouth and let a long, slow drop of saliva drool towards my open mouth. I tried to turn my face away, but her grip on my head was firm. I found myself drinking a salty, long thread from Belanna’s salivary glands. ...

Seven of Nine - Part Three by Sir Stephen Lieutenant Torrez has a well-conditioned rear end. I was repeatedly amazed by the strength of her gluteus maximi. My firm, full lips formed a near-perfect vacuum lock around her anus and I probed her with the entire length of my unusually strong tongue. I could not resist, after all. I had to comply. Soon her cheeks were wet with my saliva. I was being cold-pressed in my own spittle, but it was hard to mind. The humiliation I was receiving was somehow exactly what my haughty persona deserved. I knew that the female crewmembers sometimes called me “37 of D,” and the male crewmembers referred to me as “the body.” I was aware of the jealousy I aroused in the former group, and the frustration in the latter. Indeed, some of the former group was frustrated too. Perhaps most of all, I believe Captain Janeway would like to have sex with me. What kind of sex, I could only speculate, but that was what occupied my mind as I cleaned out Lieutenant Torrez posterior with the only thing I could still move: my tongue. At any rate, I had been a source of sexual frustration to the crew and, moreover, I had eroded their self-esteem with my own pride. This was my comeuppance, and I relished its every taste and smell. ...

Copyright 2009 Tony B, All Rights Reserved. May not be copied or moved to another website without permission Part 1: Sold My husband John sold me to be a sex slave for twenty thousand dollars. Granted, times are tough, and we were strapped financially after he lost his job, but to callously sell me, like a sack of potatoes into slavery was just impossible to understand. I’m glad about what happened in the long run. ...

I hope that my first story will be enough good for publishing it. How you understood, my English isn’t the best, but all I learnt is by your stories (not so bad, isn’t it?). Sexy Robot - Part 1 She stood in front of him, completely naked. She had just finished shaving herself and now had only the hair on her head, red and curly, covering her back and her bottom. She was so proud of her hair’s length. “Ready?” Tom asked. “Yes! You know that I’m always ready for our game!” They were in the bedroom, a simply bedroom, with a large bed, a wardrobe for her and him and a big, full-length mirror in a corner. On the bed there was several rolls of silver duct tape and a large cardboard box. She had never seen the box before, but she said nothing, she was too excited by the thought of what was to come. Tom picked up a roll and approached Becky; she raised her left foot, bending the knee presenting herself to him. He began winding the tape over her skin, covering all her foot and over the ankle, he continued up her leg to her knee and then over her thigh covering her whole leg. Tom then gently began caressing the tape and her skin under the silver surface. “Too tight??” “Not at all. It’s perfect!” she smiled. ...

* Sharon closed her car door and walked along the stone walk-way to her front door. Already the work week was fading. It was Friday, and all that lay ahead of her now was a weekend of rest. She certainly would’ve preferred it if Mark hadn’t run off golfing for the entire weekend without her, but she didn’t want to think about that now. Sharon stopped thinking about Mark and looked down by the front door. On the porch lay a small package about the size of a shoe box. It was wrapped in plain brown paper and had been hand delivered, for there was no address on the package, only a note that was taped to the outside. She picked up the package and went inside, reading the note as she walked. ...

“Honey, you are wrong”, I said. To which she replied with the magic words-“I will bet you anything”! “Anything?”, I asked, with an arched eyebrow. “Even being my slave for an evening”? “Absolutely”, she replied, “I will be your slave even if involves fucking a stranger, because I know I am right”! The problem was… she was wrong. The evening began with me inviting some guys over to watch some football -10 guys to be exact. We grabbed some beer and some snacks, and I brought out the “squares board” just like a Super Bowl game where you write in your initials in one of the 100 possible squares and hope the score ends up making you the winner. ...

(story continues from She Lost the Bet) A Sequel to “She Lost the Bet” Part 2: Another Lost Bet I honestly thought that my wife would never bet me again after our last little episode. But she can be somewhat of a slow learner. This time the bet was over the movie-line “take me to bed, or lose me forever.” “An Officer and A Gentlemen”, she cried out. “I don’t think so”, I said. ...

(story continues from She Lost the Bet 2: Another Lost Bet) A Sequel to “Part 2: Another Lost Bet " Part 3: The Third Lost Bet After losing two bets and paying the consequences for each, I honestly thought my wife would never make a third bet. But she is impulsive, and I am starting to believe that perhaps she doesn’t mind the losing, or the consequences. This wager happened during our recent trip to Morocco, where we had gone for a little “cultural exchange.” She bet me that I could not find a local BDSM club in such a socially conservative and paternal society. After several nuanced conversations and inquiries in coffeehouses around the main souk, I was approached by a very nice-looking young lady, with her head covered, of course, who told me that I would gather up my wife and follow her that we could “find what we were looking for.”.. ...

(story continues from She Lost the Bet 3: The Third Lost Bet) A Sequel to “Part 3 " Part 4: The Fourth Lost Bet “Nope” she said, “no way am I ever betting you again.” I really can’t say I blamed her; after all, every time she bet me she lost and had to be my slave for the day. This, of course, often led to long, exhaustive evenings for my wife. It was right about then, though, that the song “Til I Can Gain Control Again” came on the radio. I immediately asked her “who wrote that song?” ...

(story continues from She Lost the Bet 4: The Fourth Lost Bet) A Sequel to “Part 4 " Part 5: No Bet This Time! My wife had finally gotten it through her thick head that betting with me was not a good idea. She had made several bets with me, and paid the price, several times. The result of each lost bet was that she had to serve as a love slave for an evening, and that brought many surprises (and many delighted men and women). So she simply refused to bet me anymore despite my constant prodding. ...

(story continues from She Lost the Bet 5: No Bet This Time!) A Sequel to “Part 5 " Part 6: Vegas! “Let’s go to Vegas!” my wife exclaimed. “You lose so many bets” I said, “why would I take you to Vegas”? “Because we will have a great time” she replied, “plus, I feel lucky”! “Okay, Okay” I said, “on one condition: ‘whoever loses the first bet we make with each other, has to be a slave for an evening.” ...

(story continues from She Lost the Bet 6: Vegas!) A Sequel to “Part 6” Part 7: Budapest BudaPest! Just the name seemed exotic. We flew in so that I could do some business there and we quickly made our way to the BudaPest Hilton in the old part of the city up on the hill. After just a few days we felt right at home. Happy Hour in the executive lounge of the hotel built on an old castle. A cruise on the Danube. Good cheap meals. What was not to like? ...

Lana walked down the streets of the city late at night wondering if she was going to accept the offer from that new men’s magazine ‘Boobs, Boobs and more Boobs’ to be an exclusive model for their magazine. She had been the feature model at ‘Mammoth Melons’ for the last eighteen months and she was quite content with the pay and other perks they provided. Nevertheless, her potential new employer had mentioned the possibility of her owning stock in the parent company and she knew there would come a day where her big boobs would no longer keep her living in the lifestyle she was accustomed to. Arriving at the condominium she rented, she unlocked the front door and stepped inside with a broad smile coming to her lips upon hearing the ringing of her telephone near the door. The owner of the magazine trying to lure her away, Bob Gunsworth, had been calling her two or three times a day since the first proposal had been sent her way to see if she had agreed to model for him and if there was any other incentive he could offer that would help sway her. “Gee, you’d think I was some high priced movie actress instead of a blonde with big breasts,” Lana said with a chuckle as she stripped off her blue sweater to reveal her specially built 52DDD bra that she wore to contain her massive melons. Sitting down on the couch, she listened as the answering machine kicked in and Bob left his usual message only this time he was offering free trips to exotic destinations outside the country. “Hmmm…. I might have to call Bob in the morning and talk to him in person about this offer or at least finagle a little more out of him, " Lana muttered as she went to her bedroom and stepped out of the rest of her clothing before donning a flimsy blue nightie that hid none of her womanly assets. Sitting down on the edge of her king sized bed, the blonde bombshell slowly laid down on her back (sleeping on her chest had proved to be much of a hassle especially since her head didn’t even make contact with the pillow due to her mammoth melons) and dreamed of huge riches and how she would spend them…… **Next morning…….**Lana sipped on a cup of coffee while enjoying the view from the restaurant patio she was seated in. Sitting across the table from her was Bob, with had a stack of papers on his left and a semi-warm cup of coffee in front of him, talking angrily into his cell phone. “Look, I don’t care how you do it but get that web site up and running by the weekend. I want to launch our European sales division by the 21st and it’s going to be tough to sell anything over the Internet if there’s no site to direct people to. I don’t care if you have to write code all day and night but I want it up and running on time and no excuses !” Bob shouted before flipping his phone shut. “Sorry about that, Lana, but some people don’t understand what is spelled out to them in plain English. Now then, what’s it going to take to get you to agree to sign a contract with me and make us both more money than we know what to do with ?” Bob said with a warm smile on his face. “Well, tell me a little more about the incentives you said would be available to me. I understand you not only want me to pose for the magazine on a fairly regular basis but you want me to agree to have my likeness displayed on the products your company sells in return for a percentage of the net profits. Is that percentage guaranteed to be a certain minimum amount ?” Lana asked her host while looking him square in the eyes. Bob chuckled while trying to keep his focus on Lana’s lovely face and not let it drop down to her impressive chest that was straining mightily against the white blouse she was wearing. “You’ll get a more than fair amount of money, trust me. I’ve had my accountant add up all the figures and they’re all written down in this folder for you to go over. Take a look at them and if you have any questions, call me or send an email to my email address that is listed there. If everything is ok, sign the contract that is enclosed and send it to me via courier,” he said confidently as he handed the model a blue folder with a business card attached to the top. Lana flashed a bright smile as she accepted the proposal “How much time do I have to look over the numbers? I know you mentioned before that you have some new products and other items due to be released in a short time,” the blonde said as she briefly glanced at the folder’s contents before putting it on the table next to her coffee cup. “Well, there’s an incentive for you if you decide that the terms are acceptable within the next ten days. I have a company coming into the area during that time to shoot some promo spots for the magazine’s new looks as well as the products I mentioned to you before. If we’ve agreed to terms before they finish the work I’ve asked for, I can promise you a sizable bonus as my way of saying thanks for not having to bring the company back to the area a second time,” Bob said with a warm smile that only wavered a little when his cell phone started ringing. “I’ll look it over and let you know in the next few days one way or the other. Regardless of what happens, I wish you well, Bob, with all your business enterprises,” Lana said as he raised her coffee cup in a toast, which was reciprocated by the business man. Once that was done, the two ate their breakfast peacefully chatting about inconsequential matters before finishing up and leaving for matters they had to take care of individually. Both hoped that the meeting just concluded would lead to better things for all involved….. 6 days later…… The studio where the company that was doing promotional work for Mr. Gunsworth’s company had been divided into at least five different settings for the ongoing work. One area had three buxom women dressed in micro bikinis and lathered in copious quantities of suntan lotion fondling each other in highly charged erotic ways to the encouragement of a slick haired photographer. Another set had two nude women holding copies of ‘Boobs, Boobs and More Boobs’ on top of their massive chests with a large company banner draped in the background. Two other areas had naked men and women participating in what looked like scenes for XXX movies that were filmed for future release. It was the set at the far end of the studio that found Lana, in her new role as the star model for Bob Gunsworth’s magazine, sitting in a folding chair wearing a blue silk robe that covered her nude body. There were several people fussing with the furniture and decorations in front of her with a king size bed dominating the middle of the set. Piled up in a corner next to the bed was a pyramid composing of a variety of sex toys, ointments, creams and lotions all colorfully packaged to attract a buyer’s eye. “Ok, Lana, here’s how the video is going to start : after the company logo is shown, we cut to a montage of past issues of the magazine with a voice over recounting issues that were special to our readers in the past. The narrator then talks of a bold new direction for the magazine that will be unlike anything the readers have seen in the past. The center of this will be the newest member and featured spokes model for Boobs, Boobs and More Boobs - Lana Luscious ! We then cut to a series of still pictures of you posing in various settings and in different attire or lack thereof. Naturally, we’ll include a few from the ones we shoot today as well as a few teasers for some upcoming magazine shoots. After that, some montage shots of subscribers reacting to the news that you’ll be modeling for the magazine. Finally, we’ll show you being interviewed by an unseen person getting your personal feelings about coming to work for Mr. Gunsworth as well as revealing that you’ll be soon seen on a line of adult sex toys and such which will show your picture on them prominently which guarantees to the buyer the high quality of the item in question. Do you have any questions, Lana ? " the man standing opposite intoned to Lana all the details in a concise and businesslike voice. Amazed that Mr. Jackson, the man who had just spoken, had managed to rattle off all the details without pausing or seemingly to take a breath, Lana looked around in silence for thirty seconds or so as she let everything sink in before speaking. “Well, it seems that everything is going as was described to me earlier. Where shall we start for today’s shoot ? " Lana said as she doffed her robe and stood before the assembled people with her massive breasts jiggling slightly up and down. Later that day…….”…..and I really think that this magazine is the best adult oriented periodical on the market today. I look forward to talking to and meeting many of my fans in the future either at the new web site or at the upcoming convention Boobicon VI in Raleigh, " Lana said as she gazed into the camera with a seductive look in her eyes. She licked her thick, glossy lips with her tongue while running her right hand along her massive boobs for additional effect. Once the camera had stopped rolling, Lana stood up and thanked the interviewer for his professionalism and, she joked, his ability to make eye contact. She then walked over to the area where they had set up for some more promotional pictures to be taken. Since it was late in the day, all the other staff had either headed home for the day or were in the process of leaving so it was just her, the photographer and his helper. After exchanging pleasantries, they began taking a series of shots for the upcoming promo blitz for her signing. After some pin-up style shots, Lana stepped behind dressing screen where she put on a black corset that cinched her waist and made her breasts protrude even more. She then tied strips of green cloth around her neck and wrists before reappearing and moving to stand before a floral background that had been erected by the photographer’s aide. “What’s with these green strips of cloth and why do they smell like potpourri ? " Lana said as she started to do her posing for the camera. Privately, she was looking forward to finishing the work soon as she felt a growing sense of fatigue throughout her entire body. “Well, the cloth is for the St. Patrick’s day promotions Mr. Gunsworth plans to run in the Boston area as well as other select areas in the US and Europe. As for the potpourri fragrance, well..uhh… my assistant Jack was buying a present for his girlfriend and he stored it in the same bag that contained the shoot’s props. Don’t worry, you won’t notice it after a few more minutes,” the photographer said with a weird smile crossing his face. “Why would he say something like that about the fragrance ?…. uhhh… and why am I feeling like all the strength is draining out of me….? " Lana thought to herself as she assumed a heroic pose with her hands, curled into fists, planted against her hips with her legs spread apart in a confident manner. Her mind felt like it was becoming cloudier by the second and she was having trouble focusing on the task at hand. “Ok, Lana, for your last pose, why don’t you keep your hands clinched tight into fists and press them tight against those magnificent boobs of yours, " the photographer called out encouragingly to the blonde model. When he noticed that Lana was moving very slow in compliance with his request, the photographer silently motioned Jack to carefully give the model a hand. A second or so later, Jack gingerly grasped Lana’s arms by her forearms and moved her hands in position before stepping back. “That’s great, Lana. Hold it right there and your transformation will be all done in a minute or so, " the photographer said as he grabbed a different camera and started clicking away with the flashes much brighter than before. “Transformation !!!… What the…. !” Lana gasped out in anger and confusion and tried to move towards the camera guy to confront him but found her ability to move had vanished altogether. This was quickly followed by her falling silent as she was unable to talk as well as she stood before the two men, who seemed not the least bit surprised by what was happening. Before the blonde bombshell had a chance to absorb the loss of some of her abilities, she felt a growing sense of lightness starting at her extremities and moving rapidly through her body. Lana saw her reflection in one of the mirrors opposite her next to the set and the image would have caused her to gasp if she still could. Her skin was changing in color and appearance from normal flesh tone to a smooth, artificial appearance with all her freckles and blemishes disappearing rapidly over her arms and legs. Lana could see what looked seams appearing on her shoulders and legs as well as forming around her breasts as if she was made of sheets of latex or rubber that were sewn together. The lightness that she felt before was becoming pronounced throughout her entire body and it seemed to be affecting her thinking as she was having trouble focusing on her predicament. Lana felt, as well as saw, her pussy clench together in a rapid motion before blossoming like a flower into an ovular shape with the interior forming into a smooth latex sac that seemed to ache to be filled by someone or something. She felt her anus moving slightly upwards by several inches, forming a separation from her pussy, before forming the same O shape and interior that her pussy now had. At this point, Lana would have moaned out loud in pleasure ( if she still could and in spite of her predicament ) from the changes happening to her body. Her legs were wobbling slightly now as they slowly slid apart into a V shape on their own which exposed her bright pink pussy even more. The change engulfed Lana’s breasts and caused them to push outwards as they grew even larger than their already mammoth proportions. Her breasts now seemed to be F cup in size now and Lana felt like she was going to tip over though that was rendered moot as her boobs took on the same look and substance that the rest of her body was now. Twin mounds of latex were now where her tits were and Lana could see what looked like pink areolas visible under her rigid hands. As the process reached it’s inexorable conclusion, Lana finally mentally concluded what was apparent right from the beginning of this insidious change. “I’M BECOMING A LOVE DOLL… A SEX TOY… A DAMNED BLOW-UP DOLL…. WHO DID THIS TO ME AND WHY ?… THIS ISN’T FAIR….. FAIR…. I HOPE SOMEONE USES ME FAIRLY SOON… NOO… CAN’T THINK THAT.. THAT.. THAT GUY ACROSS FROM ME… IS HE MY OWNER ?… I HOPE SO… NO!….” Lana mentally shouted even as the simplistic thinking of a fuck toy threatened to overwhelm her consciousness. ...

Sheryl And The Straitjacket Incident by 3586088863 Sheryl And The Straitjacket Incident by 3586088863 CHAPTER ONE “Hey, pass me that flow coefficients sheet, will you?” “No prob. The laminate flow one, right?” I slide the piece of paper over to the right, and Sheryl cranes her neck down just a tad to get a better look. A few strands of hair fall out over her left ear; with fluttering heart, unsure of what her reaction will be, I restore the wayward strands back to their regal perch. ...

(story continues from Sheryl And The Straitjacket Incident)_ Sheryl And The Straitjacket Incident - Part 2 by 3586088863 Sheryl And The Straitjacket Incident part 2by 3586088863 CHAPTER FIVE The next week went smoothly, so far as Sheryl and I were concerned. She had been spending more time with me, and several times now, declaring that she was too tired to survive a trek back to her dorm, she had spent the night in my bed. And naturally I did my best to be a gracious host. Then, all of a sudden, she stopped coming even to study with me. I was busy surfing the Web after class when I received Sheryl’s call. She had actually been on my mind quite a bit, even more so during those three days she hadn’t come over. I feared the worst. ...