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Love of Life Part 6 After disposing of our would-be assassins, Sherry and I headed back to the house. Before we drove through the neighborhood looking for the intruder’s car. We found it two blocks from our house. We had the keys, so we searched the car for anything important. We found a laptop. We took it, then Sherry followed me as I took their car to the car park and left it there. Once home, we opened the computer and found out everything we needed to know about the attempt on our lives, including the person behind it. It seems that Sandy had a mega-rich client who worships her. He did not take kindly to the Dark Willy treatment of her and chose to take it out on us. Little did he know that we had knowledge of him and his intentions and that his fate, as well as the boys in the desert, was now in our hands. Time to plan our next move. ...

1. Set-up “Stand over here for me, legs apart…” I lined up my feet with the cuffs. “How does that stance feel? Is it awkward, uncomfortable?” “Maybe a little wide…?” I said. She repositioned the chains, moving the cuffs closer together. “Yeah, that’s better,” I said. “Good, good. Hands above your head…? Yeah, that looks okay.” I nodded. “Alright, pretty self-explanatory: ankles go in those ones, hands in the handcuffs, blindfold over your eyes, ballgag in your mouth. Obviously, do those last two before the handcuffs.” ...

Justin was bored. Here he was, sat alone in his dorm room, in the middle of Spring Break while the rest of his classmates were partying it up in Cancun. How had it come to this? Only a couple of weeks ago Justin had a girlfriend and a guaranteed place on the trip. Then he managed to mess it all up. Justin couldn’t face the prospect of seeing Maddy so soon after their break-up (or see her potentially hook up with other guys) so he’d sold his ticket to his otherwise reclusive roommate. He’d used the money from the ticket to buy himself a new gaming laptop. The idea was to distract himself while everyone else was away having a great time. Except there was one problem: it still hadn’t arrived. ...

Prologue If your BDSM reading preference is getting right to the action, followed by more action and nothing but action, you might want to skip this writing. I offer that suggestion as this is a true story of CNC play that details what happened to me over a long three days, so there are lots of facts, backstory, physical descriptions and personal thoughts that go along with the strict bondage and sexual abuse I received, i.e. to some it is a long read. Still, I’m told many BDSM enthusiasts find it intriguing as well as stimulating to read a real story over a fictional one. That said, I think you’ll find this one has more than enough action during its course. Some parts may even be hard to believe, but it all happened. ...

“My balls are going to burst!” Craig complained. It had been three whole weeks since his penis was imprisoned in its steel cage. Craig had agreed to wear a chastity device to attract more viewers. They needed money badly for rent and other expenses. Mona had first put Craig in stringent bondage as part of a show and repeatedly brought him almost to orgasm before applying an ice pack and locking him up. His struggles as the cage was applied were delicious. Mona sat on his face for cunnilingus afterwards. She teased him repeatedly until tonight. ...

Being a fetishist can be a lonely existence, especially if you’re of a shy and retiring nature. Discovering things like BDSM during your years of sexual awakening in the early 2000s could be done completely privately online, with no need to visit old fashioned sex shops for magazines any more, and progressing from there onto other more specialist kinks would not be unusual given the nature of Internet links, chat rooms etc. But even basic BDSM didn’t really hit the mainstream media until a certain novel came out, so there was perhaps more danger of an embarrassing knock-back if one came out to their partner expressing certain desires back then. ...

Long Weekend Preparation* Another long weekend all to himself, and the time to indulge in his favorite hobby, if that term applied. Three days to enjoy the benefits of enforced leisure, without a care in the world. Best of all there would be no interruptions while he decompressed from months of built-up stress. His capacity for patience wasn’t high, which would normally be a complication when attempting to calm the soul with some introspective meditation. That might be difficult for others, but he had found a way to guarantee his focus would not stray. Thanks to both modern and centuries old technology he had developed a solution that was infallible. ...

First a little about me, I had always enjoyed the risk of self bondage and the only thing better was being tied up by someone else. Over the years the fantasies had turned into realities as I found other people that were willing to tie me up; these always had limited and downsides as they never wanted to go as far as me; even when I got married the wife had always been willing to let me play out my kinky side but it had always had limits and lines that should not be crossed. ...

I thought my roommate was out for the night, she had assured me that she would not be home until tomorrow. I had double checked, highly valuing some personal kinky time after a stressful week. The front door opening told me a different story. I heard Laura’s voice as well as her friend Lexi. I knew I should be fine, as long as I stayed quiet (not hard with the stuff gag) and my door remained shut. Spread eagle on my bed, cuffed to the four posts, I can’t do much but lay quietly and hope they leave. My key release probably had at least another hour before the ice melted. ...

Part 2 Q&A session Sunday night at 8pm, Phil, Paula and Maggie were relaxing on the beat up old leather sofa in Paula’s 3-D printer lab at the Fantastic Plastic’s factory. Phil was still recovering from being sealed into a series of 3-D printed plastic sarcophagi that had been built to hold him in extreme bondage based on a body scan taken of him (see Part 1). His friends had improved the sarcophagus from a plain container, to an interactive version 2, that had used and drained him repeatedly at their command. ...

New Life Part 6 By now it is getting late, and I am exhausted from my exploits. I need to get some serious sleep. I know from experience that sleeping may be difficult dressed as I am. I am still wearing my gas mask. I have a CPAP machine so for this evening I will hook up my gas mask to the machine. I stoked up the fire. Now I am ready for bed. Swaddled again in heavy blankets I eventually drift off to sleep serenaded by the cadence of the gas mask and sloshing of my fluid filled suits. I quickly fell into a sound sleep. ...

New Life Part 5 I recovered from my spectacle and was eventually wheeled out of the party and out into the streets where to my surprise I was abandoned. Without a word I was left somewhere on a street in Berlin, in the dark, in a heavy rubber suit, wearing a silicon doggy drone hood. My only satisfaction was that the night was cool. I must have been there for what felt like hours when suddenly I was being wheeled off. I tried to grunt something through my gag but there was no response. Who has me? I was wheeled for blocks without any sense as to who or what is behind all this much less what will happen to me next. Eventually I was wheeled into a building and taken somewhere on an elevator then eventually to some room where I was left helplessly sitting in a wheelchair for hours. The only sound I heard the entire time was the sound of a door closing behind me. ...

New Life Part 2 It has been nine months since I began my new life in Minneapolis. The finishing touches on my firehouse are complete. I was finally able to set up my rubber playroom although I still sneak back into the studio to use some of their more serious rubber bondage equipment. My home playroom has many of the items from my Chicago home. I have ample storage for my ever growing collection of rubber. I have a rubber covered bed with the customary restraints. I have my rubber hooded hammock in which I spend most of my nights, and I have my sauna. In addition I have added a bondage chair with heavy leather harnesses and straps. I have a rubber vac bed which I can operate solo. I also have a scaled down version of a Rubber Suction Suit complete with all the attachments. ...

…“You really got yourself into a pickle this time Gary,” my sometimes snarky inner voice observes, all while I’m straddling a storm-uprooted two foot diameter oak tree while just as naked as the day I was born. This was a state forest and near no trail system that I knew of, but still close enough to the roadway that if one listened carefully you could still hear the passage of a particularly noisy truck or motorcycle. It also happened to be summer where I lived, so motorcycle season, and the forest was just perfectly magnificent on this particular morning too. ...

Homestyle Part Eight It has been months since our breakout venture at the Folsom Fair in San Francisco. Since then the “crew” has attended a whole host of fetish events throughout the country. At each of these events our rubber suit line was extremely well received. Our business is flourishing. We have expanded our operations in order to keep up with the demand. Our latest venture is an ultimate rubber suit. For an astronomical amount of money we will create a suit molded to a person’s body form. In other words we laser scan a person and make a one-off mold from the scan and cast that in rubber. We already have seven orders for such suits. ...

Homestyle Part Six I was still reeling from the success of the past few weeks. The success of creating the first rubber suit off my production team in Birmingham was a genuine highlight. The work ahead was a bit staggering. Weeks ahead would prove challenging as I tried to assemble the resources to meet the needs to come closer to actual production. I also needed to reconnect with Sandy to see how our Minnesota rubber dominatrix studio project was going. ...

Homestyle Part Three It was Tuesday and I was still reeling from my long weekend in Minneapolis. I literally collapsed when I arrived home last night. I managed to remove my rubber layers but for the first time ever failed to clean my rubber before crashing for the evening. They would have to wait until this evening for me to properly care for them. Today would be another day at the office requiring my absolute attention. My company’s merger was imminent and details need to be finalized. I staggered to the shower, cleaned up and dressed for the day. I only had time for coffee before leaving for work. ...

…I love to hike in the woods, always have ever since I was a child, many times with my dog for both company and protection. It’s an amazing bond that one can form, and it may be terrible to say but I sometimes prefer the company of dogs over certain humans. So she’s a good dog with an incredible nose, but not what you’d call aggressive, although if somebody put their hand on me she’d probably get pretty nasty and protective. Anyway, where I live there are things in the forest that can potentially eat you, especially if you present yourself as an easy meal, and as insurance against that I not only have my puppy dog - with her very good nose - but also a revolver in my day pack, just in case. ...

It had been almost a year since my last outdoor self-bondage session. I had been fantasizing about a new scenario for some time now. Finally, spring weather arrived and temperatures have become more agreeable. The mountains still had lots of snow but the hills were lush in green and flowery colors. The last couple of days had seen some rain spells, but the weather forecast for the weekend looked promising. A few days ago I read about a new toy and decided I wanted to try it out during my session. I bought it on Sunday, but on Thursday the package was still at the distribution center and all I got were notifications about its delayed delivery. Frustrated, I had half given up on my play and made arrangements to go on a cycling tour with friends for the weekend. ...

Feb 5, 2024, 11:35 AM - I’ve been sealed in rubber since 11:00 last night. I am wearing two heavy weight rubber suits, one is shoulder entry, the second suit is a heavy suit designed after a drysuit with waterproof zippers. Even now sweat and piss are sloshing around in the lower part of the suits but there is no leakage. The shifting fluid provides an amazing erotic feeling. It is a cross between a light massage and the water jets of a spa. I know many rubberists prefer caths or some sort of collection bag but for some weird reason, I really get off on knowing I have no control of my body fluids and the rubber seals it all safely inside my rubber world. ...

Phase I: Preparation I had lots of time, and the urge, so I gave in and started a bondage session. Short of the house burning down I was guaranteed I wouldn’t be disturbed. Off came all the clothes, a tradition where I would be discouraged from seeking outside help. One of my goals, just to make the scenario more of a challenge, was minimal mobility. Once I was suitably weighed down, I’d make my way climbing up the basement stairs to the floor above. Naturally the keys would be available only after negotiating some type of difficult and time-consuming task. When I finished, all the means to enable my release would go into a sturdy safe bolted to the concrete floor. The safe in turn could only be opened with a specific key, which was located upstairs. Once the door was shut, I was committed to either an indefinite stay in the restraints or somehow making my way to the where the safe key was located, and then back again to the basement. Obtaining that key would present an additional set of challenges. Unless I completed my round trip, I would be severely limited in any future activities. ...

Part 1 Note: this is a work of fiction exaggerated based on real events. This is not a safe idea, and should not be used as a guide, inspiration, or instruction. I have been out of the lifestyle for a while now, but am in a much better situation now to partake in my interests, free from judgment or shame about it. I plan to continue this story and document some others of mine, true, and fiction. ...

Chicago Style Part One I just arrived in Chicago from my European rubber adventure. I touched down, cleared immigration, picked up my bag and shuttled through customs. My car was in the extended lot so I took the tram over to retrieve it. All I could think of are all those glorious packages waiting for me in my office. I went directly to my workplace. I was greeted by everyone all interested in the results of my meetings. I said I would call a meeting with department heads tomorrow to review things but first I need to unpack my notes and settle in. I headed for my office. There they were greeting me like old friends, the boxes from my trip. I inspected them to see if anyone tampered with them. All was well. Now on to real world business. ...

Europe Part One Time for another business trip. This time I am heading to Europe, England and Germany to be specific. I am scheduled to visit a number of businesses which my company might be interested in buying. Of course that is not my only interest in traveling to Europe. I always try to include my passion for rubber as much as possible during these trips. What better places to explore a rubber fantasy than in England and Germany, the epicenter of the rubber fetish world. ...

As kids, my friends and I would play ‘Hide and Go Seek’ around the neighborhood. The object of course was to find somewhere that was the perfect hiding place where nobody could find us. Our newest neighbor had just moved in and had purchased two shiny new garbage cans with lids next to a telephone pole. I opened up one of the lids and saw that it was just the right size for me to get into. I climbed in and pulled the lid on top. ...

Pat(ty) My given name is Patrick. I’m twenty-three, I’m into self-bondage, and I’m a cross-dresser. Not all the time, you understand; I have to work for a living, but cross-dressing is my fetish, and for lack of interest in almost anything else, my one hobby. I’m sure that I probably spend more time and money shopping for shoes & clothes than the average female, but it’s what I like. I’m lucky that I have a body that lends itself to female attire; I’m five feet eight inches tall and slender, at one hundred thirty pounds. My almost-black hair is cut in a ‘page-boy’ style, which I hide by wearing it pulled up into a ‘man-bun’ or up under a hat. With my hair down and make-up on, I’m quite passable as a girl and I often go out dressed as one. I’m not gay, but I love flirting with men while I’m dressed in something sexy. ...

To set the scene, I am a Domme and I have a sub with whom I spend about 50% of my time. We do have separate homes but this is more of a historical legacy type of thing than anything else – something that will change in due course… when the economy is more stable. Luckily, we both live in the same small village in rural England so we can pop between each other’s houses as needed. ...

Los Angeles Trip I typically travel to the West Coast four of five times a year for business. My company is always looking for new product ideas. I typically meet with four or five “Think Tank” houses who present their latest ideas for my review. Each trip usually takes three days, four if I need to travel to more than one city. This particular trip was to LA. My usual routine is an early flight from Chicago, an afternoon meeting in LA then a hotel for the evening, meeting the next day, and if I am lucky a little “me” time in the afternoon and evening. ...

There is a place I have been checking out for some play-time that is rather exposed but I haven’t been able to get it out of my mind. Not far from where I live there is a bridge over a multi-lane freeway. In the intersection there is a small grove of trees. It is surrounded by a hill on the two sides that are not facing the roads. On the other side of that hill are apartment buildings but the hill blocks their line of sight. The grove is lower than the bridge but higher than the freeway. The freeway goes north-south and the bridge east-west. The northbound traffic will be closest to the grove but since it is directly after the bridge I will only be in sight for a very short time and then only if they know where to look. The southbound traffic will be able to see me for a little longer but they should be focused on the road ahead. The vehicles across the bridge probably won’t see me since the grove is lower than the bridge so their lights should not illuminate me too much. The riskiest is the walkway next to the grove, but there should not be that much bike or foot traffic at the time I planned to be there on a work night. ...

Part 13. Maid Duty Emma was lathering her body with the most plain if not slightly greasy soap she has ever seen or used. The water was definitely lukewarm at best. She should be used to it by now. She really doesn’t know exactly how long but it has definitely been years. The warden had kept her locked up due to the contract she signed in the beginning. She had barely seen anybody lately except the guards who brought her food. Actually she was shocked to be let out of her cell and allowed to use the communal showers instead of her cell shower. ...

Introduction Ever since I was a teenager I have been interested in bondage and BDSM. Besides playing with a partner, which occasionally happened, I enjoy solo play. I have done some light bondage in the past, sometimes using time releases with ice. These scenarios always took place in the safe environment of my home. I have fantasized about taking it outside, but never dared to. That was going to change. This is the true account of what happened. ...

NOT CAREFUL ENOUGH I have been into cross dressing and self bondage for my entire adult life. I was a definite candidate to be controlled by a strong willed woman in a Female Led Relationship. I have often wondered just how compliant I would have become with the right coaxing. I read so many stories of FLR and how totally submissive the males become. It is just fiction right, no one would actually go that far - would they? ...

Part 2: Man Out of Time Monday morning reappeared all too soon and Major Justin was surprised to find Sergeant Lin already in the parking lot, standing behind her car, watching the Major pull into a spot next to hers. “Good morning, Sir!” There was something different about how she looked today. There was a glow about her, breasts perky, hips accentuated, her pants bloused tightly around her legs and into her boots. ...

Part 1: The End “…more damn docs?” He checked the clock and sighed to himself, “Well, no rest for the wicked.” Seated behind his desk, the Major glanced through the blinds into the grassy field beyond. A steely eyed highly trained product of the Cold War, he was now a relic pushed into a corner office and forgotten by the very military he was once so devoted to. He manned a civilian/government contracting office which maintained obsolete radar systems. His body remained toned, but he was developing a paunch as he didn’t get to gym as often as he should, and the temples of his fine brown hair were starting to gray. His time was coming to an end, and he knew it. At least this last station was near the rocky wilds of the mountains where he could escape. He was on twenty-two years of service having been enlisted up to Sergeant, then commissioned officer in a college program. Major Justin was a consummate tactician and missed being amongst his fellow warfighters, almost all of them now faded away into civilian life, others buried under flags and white marble. ...

It wasn’t my job but the boss knew I would get it done one way or another when he asked me so I planned to spend the day moving the heavy equipment to fit the new piece he had purchased. I worked steadily for about five hours getting everything reset, it’s never just installing one piece, it’s “move ten to make one fit”. I used the forklift and hoist heavily but I still had to move some of the smaller things by hand, being six foot, two hundred pounds I could normally get things to move if I tried hard enough. ...

Introduction They had spent three months preparing for the ultimate bondage weekend, making the basement room nearly completely soundproof, leaving the prepared gags almost redundant. Shelving removed any sign of the entrance to the windowless playroom, ensuring their privacy. Bogus plans to be out of town for the three-day weekend, certain to alleviate any unexpected visitors. Jim, Julie, and Megan silently entered the room. They stood at five foot four, slim and attractive. Jim’s hair was a clean-cut sandy blond. Julie’s bright golden blond hair fell down just past her shoulders. Megan’s long, scarlet tresses were neatly tied back in a ponytail with a black silk ribbon. Each of them was filled with anticipation. The moment of truth was at hand. ...

“Well, this was another bright idea,” I think to myself as I realized just how screwed I am. I had come up with an idea to make my favorite self-bondage position more difficult a few weeks ago. After some changes I was finally done looking at my setup, it was simple enough but really made me horny thinking about using it. Normally I like to bind my ankles to my thighs, wearing a very small chastity cage with a long chain locked to the ring. ...

I was in San Diego on business. When I checked into the motel they did not have the non-smoking room that I had reserved and they were booked up, so they upgraded me to the “special suite” that was above the lobby. I went to the third floor and went to the lobby end of the hall. My surprise upon opening the door was complete. I would never have expected a somewhat pedestrian motel to have something like this. ...

Ah, so here you are, my pathetic little slave boy. And may I ask what the FUCK you are doing playing without ME?! Struggle all you want you little bitch it looks like you’re too good at self bondage to get out without your release, and I’ve already taken your keys. I am so ANGRY; is my bondage not good enough for you? I can’t understand you, what does mmmmmf mmmmmf mean? If you won’t have a serious conversation about this then shut up, I’m talking. So here I find you. Hogtied in leather and steel on our basement dungeon floor. You thought I was away for the weekend, but I’ve come back two days early as my trip was cancelled at the last minute. You’re gagged, looks like an inflatable bulb gag, and you’re tightly hooded…yep I see the gag padlocked on under the hood, and you’ve locked the hood straps too. Wow those elbows look tightly strapped together, a very creative use of ratchet straps, very clever. And I see youve arched yourself up using the same method, ankles to the back of your chest harness, head pulled back towards your toes. My my, I’m getting soaked just looking at you. I’m mad at you, but you look hot, I’ll give you that. ...

Part 2 The first week was a rush. The steel cage was heavy, and he felt it all the time. It was a constant reminder of her, and this was a good feeling. Not so helpful were the dirty messages and photos she kept sending him, as trying to get hard in this cage was totally impossible and it quickly became uncomfortable when he got physically aroused. In his old cage there was maybe an inch of spare space and the slit at the end was large enough that the very tip could poke out and reduce the discomfort. Steel does not yield however, and this cage was just the right size to allow no lengthwise growth at all, just a thickening which made him bulge through the bars. It looked hot a fuck. ...

I had wanted to be mummified in fiberglass casting tape for years, experimenting regularly with the tape many times but never fully committing to a full body cast. I haven’t had anyone that shares my passion for bondage in years also so I had reverted to keeping my desires to myself. During my experiments I had casted my legs in long leg casts both straight and bent and short leg casts eventually moving up to doing both legs at the same time. ...

Part 1 Chris was a mid-thirties, average height, average weight, average guy. Decent looking, not striking, one of the “quiet ones”. It’s always the quiet ones… His wife was an amazing woman and they partnered perfectly in music, food, wine, even friends! Couple that with being great in bed together and bang, perfect couple! She was even very understanding when he “came out” early in their relationship about his various kinks. He had all his adult life, been into bondage in a big way and whilst single, did a great deal of…research… into the subject, reading fiction, watching videos, and learning a lot from the adult shops online that specialised in equipment. When he got his own place, this progressed into selfbondage, and he got pretty good, at first tying, then strapping, and then as he got more adventurous, chaining and locking himself up. More importantly he got very good at getting out again afterwards! ...

For years I have been playing games in my country cottage without getting seen,then one very wet friday afternoon it happened. On my days off from work I like to dress up in my girly clothes,complete with chastity wear and bondage items with the keys locked away in a time release box. The lane outside my cottage is known to flood after heavy rain and that night we had consistent downpours, so the corner a few yards down the lane was well under water. When it’s like that most locals know not to use it, only farmers in tractors or people with high clearance SUVs. ...

Return to the Room Alex flopped down onto the bed, enjoying the feel of the hotel robe against his shower-damp skin. He always felt better when he’d had a chance to wash away the feelings of a long hard day with the clients. Thankfully the law firm he worked for treated their staff well - the hotel they were putting him up in made his own apartment feel like a squat in comparison. It was one of the oldest in the city, and the whole place radiated luxury. Every staff member there treated him like visiting royalty, which made it a pleasure to return there after an over-long day in a stuffy meeting room with his corporate clients. ...

I had been watching the abandoned factory site for over an hour by now and there was no sign of movement or anything that led me to believe that there was anyone there so I returned back through the trees to my parked car. A short drive later, I pulled into an open garage not far from the main factory building and got out of my car with a backpack over my shoulder. Carefully I looked around the corner towards the factory building and then scanned around to see if indeed I was alone and safe to move out into the open. ...

My story is about scratching that itch of bondage. I have had this itch since as long as I can remember. I did my share of self bondage, tied people up, and always I was trying to imagine myself as the damsel in distress and envied those who were confident wearing female attire and braving the outside. So I was single for a while with no real good bondage prospects, made a few mistakes and visited a few mistresses, but really it was more awkward than satisfying. I only wanted to dress up when I was in bondage, after wearing women’s clothing for a while, the thrill leaves and it is like wearing any type of clothing, so I guessed I am not a transvestite, only a crossdresser for the purposes of bondage. I have tried to talk to a therapist about my bondage and crossdressing proclivities, but even breaching the topic was met with astonishment and started to feel “labeled” as a pervert; something I have been called for a great deal of my life with rejection of dates or bondage partners. ...

The self-bondage itself was quite simple, having two long loops of parachute cord tied together into a large loop, one wrist and ankle are inserted through the loop and then figure eights are made around the wrists and ankles until there is just enough slack to place the end of the loop over the wrist and ankle. The look is very neat as wrists are tied together along with the ankles. Once another rope is tied between the figure eights and cinched tightly, escape is impossible until the ice timer melts and the attached knot is untied from the figure eight. ...

1. My phone beeps. I read the text message. One word ‘Prepare’. I quickly finish up my work for the day and log off, then head up to the bathroom. Using the douche bulb already prepared I clean out my arse until the expulsion runs clear. Next I shower and dry myself, then rub dressing aid all over. The clothes I am to wear are already laid out for me, shiny and slick. On top of the pile is an anal plug, 15cm long and nearly 10cm round the widest part. I lubricate it thoroughly, then rub lube into the cleft of my ass and into my anus. Kneeling, I lean forward, sticking my ass backwards and relaxing my muscles. As I push the plug I feel myself give, and slowly encompass its girth. Once past the widest point it slides home, the t-bar base sitting snugly between my cheeks. Next I rub lubricant on my hairless genitals. I am already erect. I take the cock and ball sheath and rub a little lube inside it, then pull it on. My erection fills it completely, and when I have pulled it over my balls it exerts a uniform pressure on my entire genitals. When I stand I feel them hanging heavily between my legs, and swaying when I walk. The feeling is unbelievably erotic, and I feel myself growing larger, adding to the pressure. ...

My family was away for a week so I had the house to myself. Of course I was going to get up to no good. For reference I am a tall male. I spent a good amount of my time at home that week in bondage or various kinks. I had the house to myself, what else would I do? For this night’s fun I went all out and wore the following: ...

So preface, I am usually VERY good about safety measures, backups, and care when doing self bondage. There were times when I was younger where I was a bit reckless, luckily everything went fine, but damn, I was stupid at times with it, just to get a rush. This is one of those stories: At the time I was in my mid 20’s working nights with like Tuesday/Wednesday off (every other weekend), I would usually just stay up all night on those days so I could keep my sleep schedule, but when you are alone, bored, kinky, and the rest of the world is asleep, you get into a bit of trouble. I love the risk of getting caught or humiliation. Very seldom has it ever happened, but the what-if is always there. When I seek out stories, those are what I look for. When I imagine scenarios for myself, I often end up daring myself to run and check the mail cuffed, or take a stroll around the block with my hands cuffed in a hoodie. So this is a time where I decided to try something risking humiliation and getting caught. ...

My name is Anna. I am a closet crossdresser. I love tight bondage and role play. This is a true story about one of my adventures a few years ago. I decided to have a bit of a risky self-bondage adventure. Tying myself at home was fun, but I wanted something more to really keep me on edge. Something that would scare me. Something where I could potentially be discovered. ...

While looking down at the squirming wannabee mumbling through the adult sized rubber pacifier strapped firmly in place, Mrs. Williams attempted to summarize how the current state of affairs had come to pass. “Before we started your little charade, you never fully explained to me why you insisted on Nanny strapping in your pacifier before our night-time chats? “Additionally,” she said, while reaching into the crib and patting the cage underneath the milky white 7 gauge plastic baby pants, “I never understood your insistence on 24/7 chastity, as well as your strict dress code for Nanny? I would have been more than happy to wear whatever rings your bell and would even have thrown in an occasional whipping,” his wife teased. ...

Hi, my name is Ben, and I’m into some serious selfbondage. I’m an averagely built but really tall 26yr old male. I love tight strict ties and painful punishments I can impose on myself. I use every chance when I have the house to myself. Last Tuesday was just such an occasion, when my girlfriend went to run some errands in the city. She doesn’t know of my selfbondage sessions, we tried this and that, but her tastes are more vanilla. I had a couple hours to indulge in my fetish fantasies. Not that much mind you, but it’s enough to get my fix for a while. ...

The decision to do one more heavy rubber session developed early on Tuesday. The Monday session had been ten hours in rubber and there had been minor issues with the bondage strap system. Additionally, ten hours sealed in heavy rubber just didn’t seem to sate my hunger for rubber surrender. I discovered that looping straps around the outside of my thighs and up through the crotch to lock on the waist belt had always been an issue. When seated, the straps would shift and sag loosely. The physics of the system just did not provide a way for the straps to stay tight. Additionally, the second set of chest straps had a similar problem which caused the chest harness to not be snug. ...

He looked at the rubber bondage mitt in his hand and wondered. Could this be a sort of loose chastity device? It didn’t take long before he was roughly trying to stuff his (now quite rigid) cock into the thing, struggling to get his balls past the wrist buckle. He took a breath and contemplated what he was doing. If he managed to get this on a buckled, he could even feed a lock through the hole in the buckle, and lock it on. He could still play with himself, but only through the thick latex which muted the sensation. ...

With the end of the school year and before any summer camps started, it was hard to do anything sexual with the kids hanging around the house. Finally, summer camp started, my wife and I could play. One day I was in a mood for some solitary enjoyment. The wife had an appointment that day so I could play. I got the toys out and got naked. First I put on my combo cock ring and ball stretcher. Next I locked cuffs around my ankles and secured them to the foot of the bed. Next a strap around my knees. After laying down and getting comfortable, I locked cuffs around my wrists, then a strap attached to the headboard and attached a pair of handcuffs to the strap. Carefully, I placed the keyring on top of the head board along with my phone. I then gagged myself and put my blindfold on. Then feeling around I looped the handcuff through my wrists cuffs. ...

JulieAnn’s Story I can’t say I was really into the idea, at least at first. Jack, my boyfriend, wanted me to go out on the town, find someone (else) and bring him back to our house and do whatever we wanted with each other. Jack would be watching me whilst “out on the town” and then would be tied in the little soundproof basement bondage dungeon we had, watching and listening to what I (and whoever I found) was doing on closed-circuit TV. ...

Jack’s Story My girlfriend JulieAnn is a knockout in her own right. She is five foot nine with dishwater blonde hair that lays halfway down her back. She has medium-sized and well-rounded tits and a nice ass that begs to be held while in the throes of making love. Her long legs like the rest of her body are kept looking good by our steady exercise program. One day she came to me with a proposal. ...

I decided to surprise my girlfriend by becoming a bound sex toy for her. I knew her parents were in Europe for vacation and that she had the house to herself. So I was able to get into their house and her bedroom. I brought with me a bag of sex toys… silk scarves, vibrator, butt plug, chastity device and a sexy french maid costume for my girlfriend Jane to wear for me. My girlfriend would be home in about an hour, so I quickly removed my clothes except for my silk boxers. ...

Let’s start with a little bit of background. My name is Steve, I’m 22 years-old student, living alone in a small apartment in a big city. During my teens, I developed many bondage fantasies, but I was always frustrated at not being able to realize them, because of many factors. First, when I was younger, It was hard to practise self-bondage or other kinds of dares because I was living with my parents and so, was afraid to be caught. Later, when I met my first girlfriend, she wasn’t into kinky stuff and didn’t want to try anything like that. ...

Aidan Matthews stepped out of the elevator to the underground garage below his apartment building and started walking towards his car. He heard his name. “Aidan!” It was the superintendent of his building, Lauren Wells. She was walking towards him. “Hi, Lauren,” said Aidan sheepishly, which was how he did most things. “How is my sexy lil’ boy toy?” Lauren said, grabbing his shoulder. Aidan did not object to the harassment – in fact, he loved it. He liked Lauren but lacked the wherewithal to do anything about it. Lauren loomed over him – literally standing several inches taller than him, even in her brown work boots. She wore jeans that were not tight, but not loose either, showing the curve of her legs. The black t-shirt she wore was tight, emphasizing her waist and showing breasts Aidan had to concentrate on not staring at. Over the t-shirt she wore an unbuttoned flannel shirt. Her wavy brown hair was kept under a Caterpillar ball cap, and her hazel eyes bore down on him, as if pinning a bug to a board. ...

I was pretty sure I was no longer being followed, but I figured I would do anything but go straight south on I95. I went back to the coast and stopped at Fort McClary State Park. I walked around and decided that I was the only one there, but I was still a little skittish from my last adventure so I left and took back roads into Portsmouth, NH. When I crossed into New Hampshire I headed west-north-west to Lake Winnipesaukee. I had done some scuba diving there in a small, nearly hidden park a few years ago. The park is off the beaten path, but I found it without a problem. The parking area was empty as I expected. It can only hold two or three cars, so I backed the camper in so I could not be blocked in by another guest. ...

I know lots of authors say this at the beginning of a story, and no one ever believes them, but this is a (mostly) accurate account of a real scene I did recently. So, you can believe me or not, but it still really happened. Breathe in, breathe out - ninety-six. Breathe in, breathe out - ninety-seven. Breathe in, breathe out - ninety-eight. Breathe in, breathe out – oh, god, please. Ninety-nine. ...

This is a true story depicting one of my adventures with self bondage. Having days off alone at home are nice and peaceful. They’re also great opportunities for some cross dressing and self bondage. I haves some bondage gear I have acquired over a couple years that I like to tie myself up with or wear around the house when I’m home alone. Combine that with a little cross dressing and it’s a fun day. All I have for cross dressing at the moment though are tights, panties, a skirt, a couple leotards, a corset, and a pair of heels. I plan on getting more things to dress in but I’m happy with what I have for now. ...

Where are you? I don’t know who you are or what you look like, it’s your decision if I ever know. I’ve been waiting. All alone in this old nondescript farmhouse. There is no sound here, no busy streets or bustling sidewalks, no noisy highways or crowded commuter trains, no intrusion or interruption. Rather, only a light breeze that jostles the leaves of the sycamore trees that dot the acreage into a peaceful organic white-noise, and an occasional creak from the empty abandoned hay barn, long devoid of everything except weathered slats and a single cast iron block and tackle hanging low from the main beam. ...

I got home on a Friday, in time for once, after a long week of working feeling very excited. My excitement was a bit uncomfortable since I had been wearing my tiny stainless steel chastity cage for three weeks now. After a quick shower and another close shave, I lubed and slipped a large stainless steel butt-plug with a pink crystal at the base, before pulling a pink lacy thong up holding the plug in. I wrapped my white lacy corset around my waist and pulled the laces tight enough that the corset would not slip down, attached my white stockings, pulling the straps under the thong. The feeling of pulling the thin stockings up my smoothly shaven legs was as exquisite as always. ...

Part 1 Finally! I had the day off from work and I planned to spend it indulging two of my favorite activities… crossdressing and self-bondage! I’ve been dressing since I was 10 years old, and about the only thing that was more exciting than getting all femmed up… was locking myself into some strict bondage and struggling to get free! I lived in a small apartment complex on the edge of town. Being on the outskirts meant I was able to get a place on my own, finally! After college I got a nice job and was making some decent money, sure I was mostly paying my college loans, but I could afford to have my own apartment. After having roommates all through college, this was my first time really living on my own. So, I was able to get dressed whenever I wanted, which was just about any time I was home! ...

Jinni had been adept in self bondage for years, enjoying her forced silence, only using the most severe gags she could find, to ensure she had her quiet time by herself. Relying either on her skill of moving her bound body to her release or on one of the several timed released methods she had come to trust. After the only time she ever had a release fail completely and had to be saved by her downstairs neighbor did Jinni find out how nice it could be to have another like minded person involved in her bondage. ...

story continues from chapter six Chapter 7: Carly wants to dominate me A few days later, Carly stopped over. “Now that I have experienced being tied up a few times, I want to expand my horizons a little. Friday, when I come here, I want you to be tied up and blindfolded. Are you in shock?” she asked. “Yes, I’m in shock. Delighted and excited would be more accurate. Do you want me to tie myself up and blindfold myself or do you want the honor?” ...

Paul sat looking at the heavily boned brace the doctor had placed on his wrist, the multiple metal stays and Velcro straps hooked to the laces made him think the design would be good for a bondage wrap of some sort. During the next few weeks while he was unable to work he had searched the internet and found the materials he thought he would need and ordered them and now sat in front of the rarely used sewing machine slowly stitching the three layers of material together. ...

It had dropped into the twenties here in the south and to us that’s cold so I knew I would be forced to wear my thermal under wear to work something I didn’t like to do so I thought that maybe I would make it more fun by using the temperature as an excuse to add some “layers”. The idea hit me in the shower so there was no pre-planning involved thus causing what should have been my first warning sign. After drying off and getting more aroused at the idea of being encased for the day, in public, at work and really stuck in whatever I wore drove me to start out by opening the drawer that held my chastity devices. I rarely wore one of these to work because of the type of work I do, the chance to be hurt or rendered unconscious is always a possibility making me leery of being caught chastised. But this morning I thought screw it, I had done it before so again feeling daring I opted for the small steel unit and after some grunting and lotion had it locked tightly around my cock and balls. ...

It was a lot of work, but worth it. I was in a public park, but thirty yards from the closest trail, and invisible to anyone on any trail. There was no sign of man. It took me weeks to find a spot that fit my requirements, and another couple of weeks to make sure no one else went there. I was naked. I was sitting against a smallish tree with my waist tied to it. My ankles were tied to two other trees, keeping my legs open about ninety degrees. My mouth was taped shut and there were two pieces of gaffer’s tape holding my eyes closed. My handcuffed hands were way over my head and behind the tree with the cuff just over a low limb. I also had a good sized butt plug in me. It would be an hour or so until the ice melted and the key dropped into my hands. ...

Jep! It’s over now! After 10 years of the best friendship someone could ever imagine, me and my best friend Michael went our separate ways! We didn’t usually fight, but this time it was diff rent. Let’s just say, we both made mistakes … ! But the thing is, Michael’s got a big problem with taking criticism. He really doesn’t like it when he has to take the blame for something … even when it was his fault! We didn’t see each other after the fight, and after some time, he just doesn’t wanted to stay in contact with me anymore! HE was angry at ME, although HE fucked shit up. ...

It was another nice afternoon and I had some time to enjoy some time in the woods. I loaded up my small backpack with my wrist and ankle shackles and headed out from my house. Living close to some amazing woods and trails affords me the opportunity to walk out my door and within a five minutes walk I am on a trail. The first section of trail goes behind some houses so I must remain clothed as to not get caught. After about 10 more minutes of walking I turned onto a seldom used path that I use occasionally for my naked adventures. I’ve never seen anyone on this trail and it is about a mile long coming out on another heavily used trail near a farm. ...

I had experimented with self bondage for a while. It had been restricted to solo experiences. Then I discovered a site where I could post naked pictures of myself and there was also a forum with local sections. I posted on the forum I was looking for others to join in outdoor naked photo sessions. A few answered they were interested and I emailed back and forth with one guy for a bit expressing what I was looking for. ...

Story continued from “My Surprise for Him” Hey everyone. It’s Devon this time. I know that it has been a while, but Allison really wanted me to share this, as it leads to our “Halloween” night of fun and horror. That later… Anyways, now that we take turns playing our bondage games, we decided that now was the time to start taking risks. That risk, was doing this outside. The seasons are starting to turn, but it’s still early October, so no reason to prepare for snow or sudden bursts of cold winds. We have moved into a house in a neighbourhood, this time with an extra bedroom that we use to store our favourite items to be tied up in. This includes Allison’s wedding dress, and now my wedding dress. ...

Part 1: A Dangerous Game He checked into reception and then moved up to his room, located next to the stairwell. It was the same room as before, and before that. He had been there four times now, and was familiar with the layout and how it fitted his needs. He realised his heart was beating fast, it was always the same, a beguiling mix of excitement and nerves. He really wouldn’t have it any other way, it was wonderfully exciting and rewarding and yet it held serious risks, but then that was part of the whole scenario, risk and reward. ...

A little about myself before starting. I know most people would just like me to get on with the story but since this is a true account and my first time sharing I figured it would be a good idea to set the stage. I am a long-time reader, into the bondage, self-bondage and medical/ cast fetish scenes for at least the last 20 years. For a few years the wife would play along but just was not her thing so now I only do self-bondage when I can. I am also into the medical fetish scene which will be evident in my writings. A little about my statue and then on to the part you all really want to read. I am about 150lbs, thin build, brown hair, blue eyed mostly straight 40-year-old male. (would like to try forced male on male) ...

story continued from part seven Part 8 (N.B. Each episode in the Long Time Bound series is complete within itself, so there is no need to have read the previous chapters before reading this one) Let me make one thing clear right from the start. My sole objective was to get Charlotte into some strict bondage and allow her to discover how exhilarating this type of pastime could be. I never had any thoughts of being bound myself on this occasion. However, the secret of a good plan is to remain flexible, and when things don’t go quite as anticipated, and you meet with resistance from your intended target, sometimes you have to make sacrifices to reach your intended goal. And this is exactly what happened in the tale I’m about to relate, which took place in December 2016. ...

It’s nearly dark outside, but still very warm. It had been the perfect day, sunny and hot with low humidity, making tonight the perfect night for the predicament bondage I’ve been planning for weeks. I had turned off the air conditioner earlier, and left the windows open while I prepared, so the bedroom is nice and warm. The fans turning slowly at the top of the high, peaked ceiling and a light evening breeze coming through the windows will keep the room from becoming too uncomfortable, and the heat will provide the ideal contrast to the torment I have planned! I drink some more water because I know I will be sweating in a few minutes! ...

story continued from part six Part 7 And to think that it all started out like a normal Saturday morning self-bondage session. I’m sure many of you know the drill: Tie yourself up, insert gag and seal lips with duct tape, apply a blindfold, handcuff yourself behind your back, with the key placed strategically so that it will be difficult – but not impossible - to reach, then revel and luxuriate in your perceived state of complete helplessness for an hour or three. That was the plan at any rate. And at first, everything seemed to be going well. ...

One summer night not too long ago, I endulged myself in a self bondage session in my back yard. As I do this very often, I was very experienced and had become over confident in my kinky habit. Normally I would plan my session and test that everything goes to plan, hopefully, and then proceed to actually lock myself into my predicament. You should know, every story I post on here is 100% true unless stated otherwise. This is one of those true stories I have to tell that I almost didn’t get to tell. ...

I do love bondage. It heightens the feelings of frustration and loss of control that goes with chastity controlled by others. Bondage is best when applied by by Mistress but when she is not there, self-bondage has to do. That gives additional challenges with safety and controlled release. The most successful arrangement I have to date is as follows. The equipment includes two lengths of light chain, with clover clamps at one end and 50gram fishing weights at the other. Also, handcuffs, rope, string, dildo and workman’s “A” trestle. My boy clit is properly caged. ...

Disclaimer…this story is fiction, a fantasy… The activity depicted would be VERY dangerous and would most likely end in SEVERE injury and maybe even death. No-one should ever conduct any self-bondage without a secure foolproof escape and a dependable backup… THE POST… He stood in front of it, naked. It was a little more than waist high. When he stood directly in front of it, it was just a little taller than his navel. Eight to ten inches thick but slimmer at the top, about two to three inches, rounded, not sharp, and very smooth… ...

I don’t know when I found out that I had my fetishes, but it was quite early in my childhood. Experimenting thru the years I acquired quite a collections of bondage toys, restraints, leather, pvc and latex clothes. Female clothes that is. I’m a crossdresser and I love kinky bondage fetish clothes. I can’t explain the pleasure of wearing this other than that being enclosed, bond in slutty and restrictive clothes makes me horny. ...

This is the true account of what happened last Friday Friday, August the 4th, was one of the hottest day of the year. In an already warm summer, temperatures rised to a sky-high, for the Region, 38 °C. Have no idea how much is in Fahrenheit for the US around… do the math by yourself… But there was this urge in him. The need of rubber and selfbondage. So, he loaded his car with a big bag full of his rubber gear and implements of pain. And he drove some 50 km on the highway, until he reached a rest and tank station where some restrooms would offer some space to change into his latex. ...

It seems to happen roughly once a year. My wife goes off to visit family at the other end of the country and I don’t go, because I’ve already been up once this year and also we are going on holiday soon, so I couldn’t get the extra time off. This time she shipped off up North by plane and took our 8 month old daughter with her. I’ve been relishing the time at home alone, but when the reality struck, it was clear just how much I rely on her to prop me up because the void and freedom was overwhelming. ...

One summer night not too long ago, I endulged myself in a self bondage session in my back yard. As I do this very often, I was very experienced and had become over confident in my kinky habit. Normally I would plan my session and test that everything goes to plan, hopefully, and then proceed to actually lock myself into my predicament. You should know, every story I post on here is 100% true unless stated otherwise. This is one of those true stories I have to tell that I almost didn’t get to tell. ...

story continues from part one Part 2 I looked around the boiler room again, hoping against hope to find my clothes. No such luck was to be mine. The only cloth I found was a dirty red mechanic’s rag, that would barely cover my crotch. I stood looking at the items on the work bench. Well, what an idiot I was, there on the bench were my car keys, and parked right next to the building was my car. I didn’t have to dodge my way bush to tree all the way across town after all, I could drive home in comfort. ...

He was depressed of late. Work was long at night and he missed his wife. They had just spent two days off work together but hardly saw each other. They both had so much to do. They needed time together. He knew it would be a while before that happened, but he could dream. He dreamed of coming home from work. He went to the bed room to check on her and found a note on the bed. It read: ...

Since having broken up with what was the most sensual woman I have ever had in my life, time had really rather become boring. I wasn’t dating and really filled my life with work, work and more work. I had though perfected several methods of self bondage that I used to keep myself sane and practiced this whenever I could. I suppose living alone helped somewhat. The relationship I had had with Tania was indeed one to mourn. We had fallen so easily into mutual bondage and she even encouraged me with my penchant for a little cross dressing. Fridays were always our nights for the most fun. After getting home from work, we would both take showers and would put out the clothes we wanted the other to wear. Tania always looked so hot in her black stretch velvet mini dress, stockings and heels but she looked hot in anything! ...

First a little bit about myself. I am a heterosexual male in my mid 30’s and I am an average height of 5ft 10 and weight of around 180lb. I live with my girlfriend in our own home in a typical western town. My sex life is good but not kinky that often. I love my girlfriend dearly and while she knows of my kinky side it’s not often I get to tie her up or get tied up by her. ...

The Scenario, an event by Professor Challenger. [This was a play scenario I had been working up for some time. First, I wanted to receive a hundred strokes on the buttocks, something we hadn’t done before. Second, my Mistress had acquired a sexy new Steampunk outfit I wanted to incorporate–.] The Prisoner has been pulled off the street by the Secret Police. He has no idea why or what he is suspected of. Perhaps it has something to do with his sketchbook? He hasn’t sketched anything that looked secret. He was stripped and sprayed down with some chemical that took most of the hair off his body. He heard someone murmur ominously about “electrodes.” ...

My knees were hurting a lot now, carpet may be quite soft, but when you are stuck in one place for a few hours it gets very uncomfortable. But, the pain in my knees was taking my mind of the pain in the shoulders and lower back, I tugged again with my wrists and felt a little movement. My wrists were handcuffed behind me with a chain attached to an ice lock, which in itself was attached to one of the corner posts of my bed. ...

Kyle was always happy when Michelle asked him to come by her house and tend to her huge exotic salt-water fish aquarium. She had told him that it was 300 gallons and had a mixture of fish from around the world. Michelle said she had to be careful when picking new species to put in the tank and make sure her new additions were not predators to any of the species she currently had in the watery habitat. Kyle especially like the different Seahorses she had and was amazed by how much their heads actually looked like horse’s heads. ...

Warning! Some portions of this story contains elements of extreme pain, body modification, and blood which readers may find difficult and/or too graphic to read. If descriptive text of this nature bothers you, I recommend you find a lighter story to read. EPL “Paul…are you there? Pick-up if you are there Paul. I called to tell you about my flight, or, better yet, lack of one. The plane had an engine explode during take-off. Yes! Actually explode! Don’t worry. It happened almost as soon as the pilot throttled up and we never left the ground. There were no injuries and we simply returned to the gate. They called it a catastrophic failure of engine two. There will not be another flight available until tomorrow so I have to stay in London again tonight. If you get this message in the next half hour or so, give me a call; otherwise, I will call you in a couple of hours. I love you slave! Bye.” ...

A message from the author: This is a true story of a narrow escape from one of my electro-torture self-bondage sessions that seemed to go tits-up without me realizing it until well into the session, and it was too late. If you are a novice at the practices of self-bondage, please, please, please, read up on all the ways things can go wrong, and heed all the warnings and advice afforded by more experienced self-bondage practitioners. It may seem stupid, unnecessary, over-cautious, less fun, less exciting…what have you…but experience is usually gained by screwing up at one time or another and learning from those mistake. ...

I’d been out to see him several times in the past. I’d also sneaked around at night, peeking in at him. So I knew what he did. When I heard his old truck grinding up the road again I decided to have some more fun with him. I waited until his second night, then walked down to his property. It was almost dark when I arrived and I could see the flicker of candlelight from within his trailer. I moved in slowly and was disappointed to see he’d drawn the curtains. But maybe not all of them. I went around to the back side and sure enough, there he was, kneeling on the floor in a circle of candles and mirrors, wearing jockey shorts, a tee shirt, and socks, bound and gagged by his own hand. ...

I have not written anything for a long time, be gentle. Having purchased my ticket I start walking to my theater, the movie has been out for a bit and it is a week night so it should not be busy. I find my seat and noticing I have about 15 minutes before it begins I start my fun. See, I am wearing blue shortalls with a long sleeved black shirt on, since it is a little cool. Around my wrists, and under the sleeves, I have on a pair of leather wrist cuffs. Under my shortalls I have a belt going around my waist. Through the side buttons of the shortalls I slip long cable tie through the space between the buttons, around the belt, and back out the same space. This leaves me with both ends of the tie hanging out. ...

A while back Kim and I had gone to Las Vegas and there was one instance when I was walking up a set of steps to the room and as you topped the stairs you were basically for a fraction of an inch at eye level with the bottom of the hotel room across the hall. It so happens that this hotels floor was highly polished marble or something similar and you could sort of see into the room. It of course made me think if you were positioned just right and the light was just so you would be able to clearly see a person…. ...

Black Saturday (or an adventure of the guy who likes dressing like a Goth Girl) So, let’s talk about Saturday night. Actually, this starts a little sooner than that. On Sunday last week, my wife found out that her Godfather had passed away and was on her way to Dayton, Ohio starting Wednesday to Sunday night. My daughter was to go to a sleepover birthday party on Saturday night and so, I had the house to myself. I thought this might be one of the rare times that my alter ego Elizabeth would get to come out without anyone knowing. ...

The old hospital was dark. The faint aroma of antiseptic cleaners still lingered in the stale air. This disused four story, plus basement, facility was going to be my next self bondage venue. A little back ground info just to set the stage for you. I live in rural Canada. In the small town in which I reside stands the above mentioned hospital. Here, the government owns an operates the regional health districts which over see the medical facilities in their area. The hospital in my town was closed two years ago in a politically motivated “stream lining” of the health care system. The bad news is we have to drive fifteen miles to the neighboring town for a hospital. The good news, for me anyway, is that I was hired to be caretaker \ watchman of the mothballed building. This means I have the keys and the right to enter and move around the empty building and grounds. ...

I have enjoyed self-bondage for such a long time. I try to be as creative as I can without putting myself into a position I don’t want to be in. I do have anxiety so it gets scary sometimes. We bought a new house and had just moved in. I was working from home and have been spending time scouting the new home for ideas. I could see an abundance in my opinion. This is a description of my first SB adventure in my new home. ...

“We’re in real trouble, here.” said Max. “Damn right,” agreed Cynthia. “If Gromet figures out what we did…” “…We’ll get punished for sure.” “Not that. We won’t get punished the way we want to get punished!” “True,” sighed Max. Our hero and heroine had been doing some menial work for Gromet, a task he assigned allowing them to work off some of what they owed him. Instead the pair had wandered through the Plaza checking out the various delights, gotten entirely lost and managed to spill all of Lobo’s stories into a jumbled mess. They were aware their host was now looking for them. ...

Joe has Ideas - Part 1 It was Wednesday night and my wife was away. Some time ago we had moved to be closer to our children and grandchildren. As a result my wife went and stayed overnight to help the one furthest away out. I should say that I have for many years been into bondage of all kinds, and while practising self bondage I liked to pretend I was a damsel in distress. ...

For a while, my wife and I lived in a small cottage out in the countryside, surrounded by fields normally inhabited by cows; nice if you didn’t have to drive anywhere, but around 10 miles for a pint of milk (even when surrounded by cows) meant it wasn’t the easiest of places to live. My wife worked quite a bit in mainland Europe, being away for days at a time, sometimes even a couple of weeks, which meant if I took a few days off from work, or worked from home, I could indulge in my favourite lone pastime, my “me time” as it is. ...

My wife recently secured the ideal job and this involved her spending a day at head office undertaking training. Head office is over a 100 miles away, so they arranged for her to travel down the night before and stay overnight. In the lead up to her training day, my wife made a lot of preparations, booking train tickets, reading up on literature, researching where she was going and ensure she knew exactly what was needed and where the training was taking place. She wasn’t the only one to make preparations. Our love life is fantastic, but she is vanilla to my mint choc chip and I have a secret stash of light bondage and fetish wear. For this first night apart since marriage I ordered a few items, including a chastity cage, which I really would like my wife to share with me, holding my keys. I looked into this to see if it was purely a fetish thing, but I’ve found that there is some philosophy that states it is part of loving relationship, maybe I can convince her? ...

In order to have some dramatic tension, most every self-bondage story utilizes one of three plot points: Either the self-tied person cannot get themselves free, or they are discovered by someone, or some other disaster befalls them. I wanted a challenge that did not involve any of those catastrophies. I decide that I would write Gromet one of my self-bondage stories, then attempt to send it while tied up. I dressed in a nice blouse and skirt, with high heels. Blonde wig, makeup and jewelry converted me into Cynthia, the perfect authoress. I sat down and knocked out a simple story of a woman in bondage, and saved it to a thumb drive. ...

A new piece from Professor Challenger. Hope you like it. The Real Inescapable Self-Bondage Rope Tie (A True Story) By Professor Challenger DANGER! DO NOT ATTEMPT THIS WITHOUT A RELIABLE SAFETY PERSON PRESENT OR SCHEDULED TO RESCUE YOU! Those who have followed the Forums on this site and others may be aware of my quest to discover the inescapable self-bondage using rope, only. We all (I hope) know that it is easily possible to lock yourself up beyond hope of escape using ordinary handcuffs or other locking restraints if you can’t get or use the keys. Rope is another matter, since it can almost always be cut relatively easily with a sharp instrument. (Of course, not wanting to cut your silk cords, or high-end shibari rope may be a deterrent–.) Other authors have asserted that it is possible to tie yourself up with rope in such a way that it is impossible to free yourself, by yourself. ...

Greg grabbed his lunch off the counter and stopped to kiss his wife goodbye. It was supposed to be that easy, but he had to stop and take another look. “Wow, you’re looking really dressed up today. Something going on at work?” He quickly took in the dark jacket over the snug white top. The matching dark skirt looked a bit bulky, but it was halfway up her thigh and he felt an urge to lift it up. The snug top surprised him, but also created an uncomfortable bunching in his pants. ...

Whilst this story is mostly true, there’s just a little creative license in the details, enjoy. Like all things in life, sometimes you have to take the initiative, even if it means taking away your own control. Sometimes it works, other times it doesn’t. This is one of those stories. A few days ago, on a cold, wet Sunday, I had to clear some land we’d been renting but, with our tenancy up, everything had to go and with no intention of taking our children into the howling wind and rain, I did it all myself, moving a lot of heavy items in the process. On my return, my wife promised that later, she’d give me a rub down and a blow job. Amazingly, I didn’t think anything of it at the time and we went about the rest of our day. ...

‘Self bound CD’s narrow escape.. a true story’ The key should have dropped by now. Oh my god I’m stuck. Why hasn’t the key dropped? I can barely see the damn key so how am I going to work out if it is stuck? Panic.. Pulse racing… Rewind to my childhood and like so many others I found bondage at a young age. Always curious about tying knots and particularly tying my legs together, I relished the tightness of bonds, the unfamiliar tingle in my body as I pulled against some form of bondage or other. As I grew so too my desires for bondage and all things involved flourished. A new found sexual desire for bondage grew and, fostered so well by the internet like so many others, I discovered the complete world of BDSM. Most of this initial experimentation was alone time and along with the joys of bondage, I also discovered the excitement of pantyhose and eventually womens attire. After more than a few furtive purchases at second hand stores, I gradually added panties, bras, miniskirts, flirty tops and the highest of heels to my collection - these bought with a curious glance from the helpful store lady - if only she knew! ...

Jim stepped out of the back door in jogging pants, hoody top and trainers carrying a metal toolbox. He locked the door and put the key in the masterlock keysafe. Walking down the garden and through the gate to the footpath running alongside the bird sanctuary. The motion activated security light switched off leaving just the soft moonlight illuminating the path. 50 yards along another footpath lead into the sanctuary, this ran about 800 yards to a wooden birdwatchers hide. Another path passed by the hide from the golf course to a tea garden and row of cottages. All the paths had thick undergrowth along them ideal for ground feeding birds. ...

story continued from part one Part 2 I took Lisa to a quiet little diner for lunch. Things were a little awkward, at first. But I could see the excitement in her eyes. I knew she probably had loads of questions for me but didn’t want to embarrass me by asking. I waited until our order was taken before giving her the opening to talk freely. “I’m sure you want to ask me about some things and I suppose you aren’t sure how to start. Why don’t you just ask the first thing that comes to mind?” ...

So Christmas has been and gone for another year and so I thought I’d share my post Christmas story with you. The day after Christmas, my wife took the kids to her sister’s. I don’t get on with my brother-in-law so am excused this “pleasure” and was happy because I’d already concocted other plans. Before I left, I locked myself in my cb-3000 chastity device and left the key on the side. Being locked in it is exciting enough but knowing I couldn’t get out until I’d completed my adventure made it more so. ...

(This is a repost - The original lives at: https://fetlife.com/users/12075/posts/2354782 ) (The following is a work of fiction… but it contains nothing that could not be real under other circumstances.) Yesterday, when I was discussing this with my best friend, the conversation was straight to the point. He asked: “You know, you’ve done this before. And you’ve gotten hurt every time. Heck, you’ve even done this with HER before. What makes you think it will go any differently this time?” ...

Will knew he was in trouble as soon as the key slipped from his fingers and rattled on the tile floor. The plan had been so simple, yet somehow he missed a very basic concept. Keep the key in a way that it can’t get away. Now his planned method of escape was gone and he shuddered to think of the one that was left. Will was a college student. He was about medium height, but suffered from thinking his cock was too small. That was why he was afraid to have a girlfriend. He’d come home from class an hour ago, plenty of time to indulge himself before his roommate got home from the part time job he had in the afternoons. Will had been looking at the metal post in the basement for some time, waiting for a good opportunity to use it for a self bondage session. Today his professor had started the class, then complained of chills and finally ended class a half hour early. If he hurried home he would be there 2 hours before Conrad and could indulge his fantasy while still getting free with plenty of time to spare. ...

I am a 65yr old Male that has been playing with self bondage for as many years as I can remember. I have always tried to be safe and sure of not getting caught unless I wanted my wife to find me because I couldn’t get out. I have found a Dungeon but as many know it costs for the pleasure of someone else to use you as you wish to be. It is very hard to find someone who enjoys giving what you are craving. So you turn to self-bondage. So on with my story (true). ...

Harry had somewhat reluctantly agreed to participate in his wife’s insistence on another beach vacation. “Seen one beach, you’ve seen them all,” he admonished her during the early planning stages. “Look, honey, Mexico’s got some really great deals at all-inclusive resorts. We’ll all be pampered to death, isn’t that exciting?” she responded. And so it began. The couple’s teenage daughters enthusiastically joined in the frenzy of anticipation of massages, poolside socializing, free night club entry, & an assortment of restaurants to explore at the expansive resort property. Harry acquiesced, although he was really more of a mountain hiker kind of guy than a pool or beachside lounger. Snorkeling adventures were an option he could enjoy, however, he figured. ...

Panic was starting to set in. I could see that the night sky was becoming lighter. Dawn was near. I should have been able to release myself by now. Did I miscalculate how long it would take the ice to melt? Did it get stuck? All I knew at this point was that I was dressed like a cheerleader and bound to the field goal post of the practice field for my college’s football program. The same practice field that would be used by dozens of football players in about an hour or so. ...

“I’m going to make you into my sex doll. That’s right, SEX DOLL. Never again will you be able to move, at least not without me ordering you to, or be able to dictate what is going to happen to you.” “I am fed up with dealing with men, and their sexual advances, always clamoring over my body when I am not in the mood… tiresome, so I have found out how to turn people into objects. YOU, my sexy man, will make an excellent sex doll!” ...

Some time ago my partner Vicki had bought us an all leather strait-jacket. It was custom made in Pakistan and we had now been waited a few weeks for its delivery. We had asked for a few extras such as replacement of the standard lining with a high quality leather. Additional straps down the arms both above the elbow and at the wrist, all the buckles were locking so they looked like a normal roller buckle but had a little eye at the end of the prong that once fastened would accept a padlock so the jacket could be locked on. ...

Not having had the time to play since trying the corset idea (see Corset Theory Testing) I decided that this weekend I would spend time in several different positions, starting Saturday morning I cuffed my ankles together, just to make it more interesting I strapped on the five inch heels a girl friend once gave me challenging me to try and walk in them, she had found them on sale and even though they were just a bit too small I had reluctantly worn them when we had been alone and they gave me a deep appreciation of how uncomfortable these kind of shoes can be. She had pity on me not making me walk in them much but forcing me to wear them all day and into the evening before relinquishing her time in control and telling me that she was sure that since I was almost six foot tall and about two hundred pounds it made walking in heels much more difficult. ...

I built a basic 2x6 “box”. It was the height of a kitchen chair, and 8 inches deep. Once I had attached the “L” brackets to the inside corners to make sure it would hold my weight, I took it out to the dog pen, and screwed it to the tree. I fed my spreader bar through the box, and put bungee cords on either side, then hooked them to the fence. ...

When my mother passed away I inherited her new bungalow, I had just split with my long-term girlfriend so it seemed like a good idea to move into the bungalow until I could sell it. The bungalow was at one end of a dead end road; there was a small park at the far end and some shops beyond. All the properties in the road were modern bungalows, inhabited by singles and couples probably none younger than 70, some 30 years old than myself. ...

sequel to part one HOW MUCH CUM COULD ONE FUCK CHUCK?: BOUND: TIED, TICKLED, AND TORMENTED INTO SPASMS AND ‘GASMS II. Masturbatory Buzz Karen was the daughter of my parents’ very close friends. She was three years older than me and had entered my life five years earlier as a stay-over guest. Because our house was in a very remote area, almost like an outpost in a forest that was adjacent to a huge state park, my folks thought it would be a good idea for me to have company when they were away. They called her my “sitter” as a shorthand term, and they never learned just how appropriate that title would be; Karen would spend a lot of time over the years sitting on me! ...

Selfbondage is something I’ve been doing for as long as I can remember. But it was always done in the relatively safe place of my home. There was always that risk of being caught by family and roommates through the years. Nobody knew my secret love of being tied up. They also didn’t know my love for crossdressing. Fortunately, I was never caught while being bound by my own hand. But it was starting to lose a lot of its excitement. I wanted to take a bigger risk with my selfbondage. I wanted to take it to the outdoors. Not just in my backyard, but in a location I couldn’t control. ...

A new rope, knotted at various spots. Each knot has a different torment. Capsaizin on some, Extra strength Ben-Gay on others, hot sauce on a few, and for some relief, lotion on a couple. I added an eyebolt to the 2x6 holding the garage door track to the front of the garage. I tied the rope to that eyebolt, and the other end to the entrance door handle to the house. ...

It had been over a month since I had the house to myself for a SB session so I had been fantasizing over my next tie for quite a while. I had about a hundred feet of new rope and was itching to try it on a really tight chair-tie. Well, this weekend was it. Everyone was to be gone, so I began planning the scene. I started with my bentwood chair, which is light and strong and has plenty of attaching points. Friday evening after everyone was gone for the weekend, I got out the rope, clothes and equipment. I first put on my thigh-high hose and corset which pushes my boobs up enough that I don’t need a bra. Some hot looking 5 inch heeled pumps with enough straps to prevent them from coming off were next. ...

The story you are about to read is based, in part, on true events. It is difficult to estimate what percentage is true & how much fabrication, but I would guess somewhere around 70/30 in favour of the truth. I will, however, leave it up to you, the reader, to decide which of the events described below actually occurred & which are simply a product of my vivid, bondage obsessed imagination. A word of caution before you start, however: the elements of the story that seem less plausible are more often than not factual, whilst some of the more mundane stuff may be simply fabricated to make the plot flow smoothly. It’s up to you to decide…. ...

I have been into self-bondage for a long time, experimenting with many different positions, but never really getting it ‘just right.’ I wanted to tie myself up in a strappado position, legs tied at ankles and knees, with hands tied behind my back anchored to wall high above me bending me at the waist using a ice release. I also like to cross dress and wear 6” heels stockings and a metal boned corset. ...

Many years ago, I loved to chat on the internet…. it was still new. I’ve been enjoying self bondage since puberty. Essentially straight, I would fantasize about a dom leather couple making me their little sissy slave. I love bondage, plastic and submission. One evening, I started chatting with a dom… a guy. It was hypnotizing. This is what happened on one of the rare times I cammed. I could see him from the waist down. Leather vest, chaps and gloves. His man parts not showing. He told me what to do. I was in the basement of a house I was renting. Exposed beams. I was told to put on panties and my ball gag and strap it in. I had a roll of plastic wrap… I wrapped myself from head to toe… leaving only my hands free….I love the feeling… the tightness… the heat…. the restraint over every part of my body…. I was direct to take a long rope, half it, wrap it around my waist, then down between my butt cheeks, on each side of my boy parts, throught the waist rope…. back between my butt cheeks and behind the waist rope…. I was all ready sweating in the plastic… I could hear his voice changing…. telling me what to do next…. I couldn’t see him clearly on the screen… only his black leather form through the plastic that was covering my eyes… I was told to throw the two ends of the rope over the main beam in the basement…. then down between the waist belt and my back….. I did that…. he was telling me I was a good gurl…. my head was spinning… I fed the rope down as directed…. I was told then to stand with my legs together… then wrap the rope around my ankles.. several times.. then between them .. twice….. it did.. essentially tied my feet together…… He was panting.. my head was spinning…. I was told to take the rope…. the feed it up between the waist rope and my back…. I did…. my head was spinning. I was told to then.. take each end of the rope.. and wrap it around my wrists….. behind my back….. as close as the waist rope as possible….. I did…. He was panting more… my head was spinning….. He wanted to see… I slowly tip toed in a circle… He told me I was a good gurl. He told me to slowly kneel down…. I whimpered… knowing everything would tighten up… He told me to be a good gurl…. I started to lower myself…. I could feel the rope tightening around my crotch… the plastic and rope pressing on my cock…. tightening around my waist…. I whimpered… mumbling something into my gag…. he told me to keep going… to be a good gurl. I lowered some more…. and felt my wrists tightening against the waist rope…. I was beginning to get nervous… but too excited to stop…. I lower more…. Everything tightened up.. and I could feel the rope pulling on my ankles…. He kept encouraging me… “keep going sweetie”…. “A little more honey” …. “That’s it” I bent my knees and lost my balance….. and fell forward…. the rope pulled my feet up and I went to my knees (Bruising them for days)…. The rope around my wrists tightened around them and held them behind my back to the waist rope… I squirmed… grunted.. and moaned…. I was totally restrained….. grunting into the ball gag and plastic…. I could hear him… panting… telling me that he wished he was there…. to feed me ….. I could hear him cumming…. watching me helplessly squirm… My head was spinning… I was panicking… helpless…. but the pressure of the plastic…. the gag… the bondage… all became too much…. and I came…. shooting … panting… crying… in an incredible orgasm….. Then…. it became uncomfortable… he had left the screen…. I was trapped…. In plastic wrap…. gagged…. helpless….. I could see the news papers… the embarrassment of being found like this… autoerotic …. I squirmed and squirmed…. the pre-orgasmic sexual arousal gone… it was uncomfortable…. panting… helpless… I squirmed…. I heard him back on the computer…. asking If is little gurl was ok…. I squirmed… Grunted…. He took that as I was OK. Him talking me like I was his little gurl started to get me aroused again…. I squirmed and squirmed…. the plastic wrap was full of sweat…. He kept encouraging me…. to keep wiggling… I did…. Everything happening.. my head spinning… I came again…. I think he did too… I couldn’t see because of the plastic over my head…. all steamed up over my eyes…. I was very lucky….. the sweat made the plastic slippery…. I managed to get my wrists loose….. and freed myself….. he was gone…. It was a long time before I ever did something like that again…. TRUE STORY

This is a true story - it happened to me just yesterday. I decided to have a short session of self-bondage. I froze string near both ends into a small ice cube, and even melted down the ice cube to a smaller size by running it under the tap. I then attached the handcuff key to one end of the string, and tied the other end to a fixture above the stairwell of our house. My wife was at work, it was 1:00, and she wouldn’t be home until 6pm at the earliest - probably later. With the size of the ice cube, I was expecting to be free in less than an hour. My wife definitely doesn’t know I play these games from time to time. ...

Last week an opportunity came up to get away to a weekend-house & ranch that my parents own. During the weekdays, no one is ever there, and only on some weekends. My wife & I had had a bad fight, and I had to get away for a day or two to clear my mind. I imagined that my darling wife in her anger, attached my chastity tube, and sent me off to her sister to be punished (that SIL hates my guts). ...

Bondage as always a funny one for me. It was something I never spoke about or admitted I was into, being bound dressed in female clothing was always one of my top things to do when I was alone, how ever the opportunities that I got were rare. When going through a dark patch in life I ended up speaking about my issues to a friend who was a mental health nurse and could understand and help out when I was feeling low. We spoke for about 3 hours on my situations before finally admitting my hidden hobby and expecting her to tell me I was a freak and that she never wanted to talk to me again. To my surprise she wasn’t freaked out at all, instead she said she was fine with it, but would never tie me but if I ever needed help in anyway just to ask her. ...

The Self-Hypnosis Files: The First Time This is a story of an experiment I did, not too many years ago when I was single and living alone in my own house. Before I start I should tell you that I’m a cross dresser, a man who likes to wear women’s clothes (it’s more common than you might realize). And, more often than not, I like being tied up while I’m wearing those clothes. So you can probably understand that when I was living alone in my own house I spent a lot of time dressed and bound.

The Self-Hypnosis Files: The First Time This is a story of an experiment I did, not too many years ago when I was single and living alone in my own house. Before I start I should tell you that I’m a cross dresser, a man who likes to wear women’s clothes (it’s more common than you might realize). And, more often than not, I like being tied up while I’m wearing those clothes. So you can probably understand that when I was living alone in my own house I spent a lot of time dressed and bound.

I snapped the padlock shut on the toolbox. Inside were all the keys I would need to escape. There were 2 keys, one I had posted to myself yesterday, the other was in a small plastic bag underneath the shrubs at the end of the drive, this was easy to collect, but would be visible by all my neighbours during daylight. If I didn’t collect the key from the shrubbery tonight I would have to wait until the key arrived in the post tomorrow morning. I would have to wait until nightfall to collect the key from the shrubbery, as it was spring this would not be until after 8pm, probably later to make sure there was no one about. ...

I snapped the padlock shut on the toolbox. Inside were all the keys I would need to escape. There were 2 keys, one I had posted to myself yesterday, the other was in a small plastic bag underneath the shrubs at the end of the drive, this was easy to collect, but would be visible by all my neighbours during daylight. If I didn’t collect the key from the shrubbery tonight I would have to wait until the key arrived in the post tomorrow morning. I would have to wait until nightfall to collect the key from the shrubbery, as it was spring this would not be until after 8pm, probably later to make sure there was no one about. ...

My family was out of state visiting relatives and I had a urge to go farther into self bondage then I have ever gone before. You see I am a self bondage enthusiast and a exhibitionist as well so I wanted to combine the two and push the envelope of my limitations. It was a warm Tuesday evening and I was pumped and ready to go. All I was waiting for was for the clock to turn midnight. I chose this night because I was figuring that most people were not out on this night going out to clubs etc. ...

Having enjoyed latex during most of his adult life John had always shared his passion with his wife Lisa, who also liked wearing latex and the feel of it compressing her body and the noise it made when they made love both wearing the tight clingy material. John and Lisa had amassed a large collection of latex clothes and fetish wear and John almost always wore something of latex under his clothes, the least being rubber shorts that were anatomically correct and allowed him to wear his cock cage that Lisa always kept the key to. She had locked his cock up two years earlier and they had agreed he would only be released when she wanted to play with him, he had no say in it and when he wanted to play he had to get her in the mood first or else it would be a long night for him as his cock swelled against the steel that enclosed it. ...

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The following is true, these notes were written the evening my ordeal. During a hike thru a wetlands/wilderness area, last month I had found an ancient steel fixture, kind of a cage of bars, out in the middle of a stand of trees that were in the middle of a fenced 50 acre wetlands reserve. Hiking trails ran thru a large area that bordered this fenced off reserve. A couple days ago I did a hike thru the wetlands, and noticed how few people were on the trails weekdays in the early afternoon. ...

John had been into to bondage since his teens, finding himself aroused by women being bound in TV and movies. He had girlfriends and some allowed him to explore his fetish but none shared it at the same level and when one girl actually outed his kink to some friends, John never felt comfortable enough to bring it up again with any other girls. During these years he had begun exploring self-bondage and even going as far as making his own equipment and would often “play” and found himself getting more and more strict with himself and it taking longer and longer to achieve an orgasm. ...

In the early afternoon C. called from the airport to tell that she had safely landed. I asked if she would like me to pick her up from the station, but she had different plans. “Put on a rubber suit and a blindfold and wait for me in the bedroom.” She had spent a few days in England with our daughter and her friend. It had been just long enough to build up a desire for her, that popped up when she spoke those promising words. ...

I have always liked door-to-door salesmen. That form of salesmanship has diminished and almost disappeared in our society today, but there are still some companies that utilize that method of selling products. I was sitting at home one day during the weekend, thinking of an assignment that had been given to me by my boss. A young intern in our office (his name was Benjamin) was going to be having a farewell party soon; he was leaving the company after accepting a permanent job, and the boss wanted me to be in charge of a “roast” in Benjamin’s honor. “You know what a roast is….. don’t you Jake?” my boss had asked me. “I think I do,” I replied. “Isn’t it sort of like a good natured, light-hearted bundle of jokes–whether true or false– that are told about a person?” “Right!” the boss had said nodding his head. “You can think of all the strange things that Benjamin has said, or the weird things he has done, or his unusual hobbies, or what he talks about doing in his spare time and make an enjoyable show at his embarrassment. But it’s all in fun! And since Benjamin was working with you the majority of the time while he was here, you probably know more about him than anyone else. You will do a great job putting something together!” He emphasized his point by giving me a big smile and a hard slap on the back before making a hasty exit from my office. (Is it any wonder that “boss” spelled backward is “double s.o.b.?) So now, here I was sitting in my living room straining my brain trying to remember anything and everything that Ben had said or demonstrated or shared with me that could be exaggerated into good “roast” material. While I was lost in thought, a movement outside my window caught my attention. A young man was walking up to my front door at a brisk pace carrying a small briefcase. From my vantage point, he looked exactly like Benjamin. What a stroke of luck! Maybe I could chat with him in person for a few minutes, and get some information from him that would be useful. I didn’t think to question why Benjamin would be visiting me at my home. The doorbell rang, but I was at the door before it had even finished sounding his approach. I pulled the door open–more quickly than intended, which startled the young man and caused him to take a step back. My excitement faded, and I tried not to show my disappointment. The young man at my door had the same brown hair, solid frame, and facial features as Benjamin, but up close, I realized that he was not the guy I had been working with for the past several months. In all honesty, he could have been Benjamin’s brother–the resemblance was amazing! The young man stepped forward and stretched out his hand in greeting. I took his hand and tried to hide my disappointment and concentrate my thoughts on what he was saying. He smiled broadly as he spoke in a very polite manner. “My name is Troy. I am a student at CSC and am traveling in your neighborhood today to introduce you to something that I feel every home needs. I am working my way through college by doing this, and would really appreciate the opportunity to tell you about our product. May I take a few moments of your time right now? By the look on your face, I may have caught you at a bad time though.” I put my concentration on the young man in front of me, and gave him a smile in return. “I’m sorry,” I told him. “I just thought that you were someone else. It’s amazing how much you look like him!” Troy’s smile grew even more. “Wow!” he replied. “If you think I look like another guy, he would have to be a very handsome fellow indeed!” That remark caused me to laugh; I took an instant liking to this guy and invited him in. “I’m Jake,” I told him as I took him around the corner into my living room and pointed to a comfortable chair. Troy had stopped at the door, and was removing his shoes. “It’s company policy, Jake” he told me. “It’s not a good first impression if I get your carpet dirty.” He walked into the living room and sat in the chair I had pointed out. For the next twenty minutes Troy demonstrated his product, and it was indeed something that every house would likely need. With his politeness and enthusiasm, I knew early on that I would be one of Troy’s customers. During his presentation, I kept looking at him closely. Though his nose was slightly smaller, and his jaw a little more square, he had a definite resemblance to Benjamin–who was monopolizing my thoughts lately. Troy stood once to show me a closer look at a statement in his flip chart, and as he returned to his chair, it was definitely obvious: from the back, Troy looked exactly the same as Benjamin. I excused myself and left the room, as Troy waited patiently. I needed to think about something, maybe formulate a plan, but not while Troy was talking to me. I could not afford any distractions while I was thinking. My mind was thinking back to something Benjamin had told me. He had his eye on a young secretary in our office, and had finally mastered the courage to ask Gina out on a date. Benjamin had shared his interest in Gina with me as we had worked together, and though I kept it quiet, other people that he shared this secret with did not. It was soon a hot topic for the office grapevine. I sometimes wondered if Gina had felt compelled to accept the invitation because of all the gossip circulating through the office. ...

One of my deepest desires is to be used by the two women next door. The first is the mother Carol. She is certainly no looker by any stretch of the imagination, and the thought of her in any kind of sexual way does disgust me a little. She is 5’5”, with short brown hair, a hoarse voice and not a single curve on her body. Probably in her late 40’s at best, though it’s really hard to tell. There really isn’t anything sexy or attractive about Carol at all. However, her daughter Theresa is very attractive, maybe 20, about 5’8” and curves in all the right places, while not being some anorexic girl. Theresa’s breasts are a full D cup and she is always flaunting them with a nice amount of cleavage and tight shirts. She also often wears her brown, shoulder length hair in pig-tails, as if she wasn’t sexy enough already. ...

It almost happened today in my first outdoor self bondage session, the fear of being caught. I’ve been into not only self bondage for awhile but bondage in general. I’ve been turned on by it since I was younger and as I grew older I learned more. I loved reading stories about it, videos, toys etc. Most recently a few months back I decided to Google Self Bondage I don’t know how I thought of it but I was looking online for new ideas. New ideas for me to add to my private sessions. New techniques. I came across this site about self bondage stories about some people getting caught, some not almost getting out at all, and their adventures. Outside self bondage is different than just tying yourself up inside. Some of the stories involved both male and female persons tying themselves up and leaving their clothes in a secure area and the key to their release in another. This way what the authors described were tales of them walking thru the woods naked, bound and gagged, hobbling because they were wearing shackles and them telling how they were almost caught. These people were either in areas like public parks after hours, or around their own house. ...

continued from part 5 Part 6: Paying the debt I was in for a big one. Halfway through our third year in college I lost a bet to my roommate. It was a pretty big bet. And I had been absolutely certain I would win. In fact, I had been so sure that I had agreed to his victory demand without even blinking. And then I lost. My roommate was very magnanimous. And smug. He told me not to worry about anything. He would choose the clothing, taking my preferences into account, of course. He would come up with the bondage position, taking both of our preferences into account. And then I would have to perform my duty, to provide what he desired most. ...

I was always sad to see my wife, Marsha leave, that is until she was gone. She would be gone over a week this time, and I was immediately busy preparing my next self bondage session within minutes. I’d been corresponding on line with this guy named Terry and had some new ideas I couldn’t wait to try. What I didn’t know was that my laptop had been linked to Marshas! She never really read all my emails, she just assumed I was cheating on her with a woman named Terry and she was sure she was going to catch me in the act. ...

I have my shed out back cleared out. I have eye bolts threaded into the floor plates around the diameter. To a couple about three feet from the back wall, I attached 3 inch O rings. I did the same to the ones at six inch distance along the back wall. I tied a rope to the ones and the door wall, and tied that tight. I put the rope through another O ring. ...

story continues from ‘A Ride to?’ The Adventures of Ken The Missed Detail I hope that you have read my first adventure, ‘A Ride To?’ If not then a brief introduction: I am a single male age 35. I live in a small rural community in Canada. Needless to say, I’m into self-bondage and have been for quite some time. After my last close call and the ensuing trip in the trunk, I had kept my bondage sessions indoors and lower risk. Well, that was the plan anyway. I had several EDOs accumulated at work, and I decided to take a few and have a long weekend to myself to indulge my passion. To avoid people dropping by the house, I let it be known that I was going to be gone over the weekend. I went and checked my mail at the Post Office and on the way home ran into Jennifer, a 30+ lady who lives in one of the few apartments in town and commutes an hour to her job in Town, as the locals call Lamsburg. I have been on friendly terms with her for a couple of years, but have never pursued a relationship. I don’t know why I haven’t, as I find her very attractive and she is often the center of my erotic thoughts. I chatted with her for a few minutes, mentioned I would be away until Tuesday night. She told me to have a nice trip and with a brief wave headed toward her home. ...

I’ve left the back half of our property to grow back to nature, and is not much more than a weed patch. But the weeds have grown to over foot feet, and it is perfect for these outings. I have kept a six foot wide path leading from an old Box Elder tree on one side to a pine tree across the yard. It is here I go through my courses. ...

continued from part one Part 2: The Voices Return The last time I indulged in some outdoor self-bondage, my planned two hour session was shanghaied by two trespassing women I referred to as Voice One and Voice Two (see Trespassed). They didn’t harm me, but my two hour session turned into thirty six hours of being teased and kept on the brink of cumming without being allowed any satisfaction. The two made use of my home freezer to re freeze my ice timer and then returned it to where I had placed it, so that a couple of hours after they had left the key fell into my hand and I was able to free myself. They left me a note inviting me to spend time with them again the next time I planned an “outdoor adventure”. ...

I’ve been into self-bondage since I was about ten years old. I really can’t recall what got me started, but my first memory of tying myself up is of having bound myself in a hog tie with ropes while lying naked on my closet floor. I was almost caught by my Mother, who opened the closet door so it was partly open and I could see her, but fortunately she didn’t see me. I can still remember the rush; a mixture of fear and excitement, that close call gave me. ...

I often like to get myself dressed up in nylons and high heels and tie myself up just for fun. Being a guy it just isn’t the thing most guys do. I am very lucky that my wife will let me indulge myself and tie myself up for her to find, but sometimes it just nice to tie myself up and enjoy my capture until I finally get myself loose. Just recently we moved and with all of the prep of getting ready to move and then moving I didn’t have a whole lot of time to myself to enjoy my hobby. My wife’s son and myself were just about done putting everything away in it’s new place and life was starting to get back to normal. ...

Dave sprang eagerly from his bed, mind filled with thoughts of a full Saturday of self-imposed helplessness. He wanted nothing more than to get started immediately, but there were final preparations to be made. First, he took a long, relaxing bath, then enjoyed a light breakfast. A trip to the bathroom followed, to make sure he wouldn’t need to go any time soon. Next, he called Brandy, his safety net, and invited her over for dinner. Brandy was a good friend, and he genuinely enjoyed their time together, but he had never quite worked up the nerve to tell her exactly why he invited her over so much. ...

I Opening Myself to Possibilities I reached with all my strength until I could just, ever so swiftly, clip the end of the final handcuff around the thick upright post of the bedframe. It clicked as my body recoiled and I found myself in that sweet, blissful state of full spread-eagle bondage. It had taken me an hour to put myself into my predicament, most of the day to prepare, and about four years to work up the courage to do this. I’d know if it would work within the hour. ...

WARNING Do NOT try this at home, the story is presented here as a fantasy only, to attempt this in real life may result in injury or death. Kens life in Self Bondage 3: The Later Years Ken Solo-M; Sbm; rope; cbt; outdoors; trees; water; beach; catheter; enema; public; torment; stuck; cons; true; XX continued from part two This is my story of self bondage. More specifically my story of cock and ball self bondage. It started over 60 years ago. In the beginning it was all so new and exciting. Today 60 plus years later it is not new but it is still exciting. ...

continued from part one This is my story of self bondage. More specifically my story of cock and ball self bondage. It started over 60 years ago. In the beginning it was all so new and exciting. Today 60 plus years later it is not new but it is still exciting. 2: The Middle Years I had a job working on a farm for a couple of years and quite enjoyed it. For most of the time I was never there by myself as the family that I worked for never went on holidays. In my third year they decided that they had earned a well deserved 3 week holiday and left me in charge of the place. It had a barn with a hay loft in it and a trap door to get the hay down. Shortly after everyone left I got the urge to have some of my pent up fun. It had been a very long time. ...

This is my story of self bondage. More specifically my story of cock and ball self bondage. It started over 60 years ago. In the beginning it was all so new and exciting. Today 60 plus years later it is not new but it is still exciting. 1: The Formative Years When I was about five or six years old we lived in a house that had a lot of trees in the backyard. As a boy I spent many hours climbing in the trees and pretending all sorts of imaginary games. I remember one day trying to climb up one of the smaller trees. I had reached up and grabbed a hold of one of the branches and wrap my legs around the trunk of the tree and started to pull myself up. I remember as I was pulling I started to get this strange feeling in between my legs. I can remember how good it felt as I pulled myself up slid back down the tree. The more I did it the better it felt and I kept doing it until something happened and I thought I had peed my pants. I can remember the feeling of being paralyzed and just hanging there with my legs wrapped around the tree unable to move. After a couple of minutes I was able to climb down the tree and when I checked I had this gooie white stuff all over me and my pants. ...

“It’s been way too long my old friend,” thought Alan, as he caressed the padded steel frame. It had been more than a month since he had been able to find time for a session. A combination of awkwardly timed shifts behind the hotel bar, and the hectic work leaving him over-tired meant that indulging his own passions was the last thing on his mind. After a while though, the itch to tie himself up became impossible to ignore. ...

Well I did it again. I have been reading lots of stories in Gromets Plaza and came to one and thought I have some thorny vines so let’s see what we can do. The girl in the story tied her ankles and attached a winch to them to drag her through the vines. I looked at the vines here and thought " If I tie my winch to my ankles they would drag me through them like they did her but these vines wouldn’t scratch me they would dig in and pull chunks out and thats not what I think would be fun in any way". ...

My grandfather was still young when he passed away. He was a cruel joker, and had the sense of humor of laughing gas is what his friends always said. He took care of me when I was young, my mother passed in child birth, and no knowledge of who my father was. So my grandfather took care of me, with the help of the maid. Until I was in college he lived in the city, so I could take the bus and go to school, but once I left for college I became busy, and he moved out of town, up on a hill with the lake on the back side, very private, very beautiful, but yet old and creepy. ...

My grandfather was still young when he passed away. He was a cruel joker, and had the sense of humor of laughing gas is what his friends always said. He took care of me when I was young, my mother passed in child birth, and no knowledge of who my father was. So my grandfather took care of me, with the help of the maid. Until I was in college he lived in the city, so I could take the bus and go to school, but once I left for college I became busy, and he moved out of town, up on a hill with the lake on the back side, very private, very beautiful, but yet old and creepy. ...

I had to write with a situation I put myself in recently. I enjoy cross dressing and getting messy so after reading many of your stories and a few experiments I planned a day were I could get well and truly messy. The idea of an obstacle course appealed to me so I set out planning around my garden. It is about 1.5 acres and is mainly grass lawns with wooded part at the bottom of the slope where a small stream runs. There are also 2 old sheds which I keep the gardening tools and mowers in. There is a compost heap were all the grass cutting go, as these rot down and being next to the steam become a thick gooey muddy mess. As you walk on it your feet sink in at least to the top of your wellington boots. This is ideal especially with a bit more water added. ...

I discovered my love of bondage as an adolescent and have enjoyed self-bondage ever since. Of course, ensuring that there will be an out can be challenging while still obtaining the thrill of the predicament. The possibility of discovery also adds to the rush. The lower level in my last home included a narrow hallway ending in the door to the garage. On either side of the hallway were doors to the laundry room and a bedroom. Let me describe a favorite self-bondage scenario. I dressed in comfortable clothing, usually a tee shirt, corduroy jeans, leather vest and cowboy boots. Next, I put on a leather jock strap over the jeans, locking leather wrist and ankle cuffs, a leather hood, a locking leather bondage collar and locking leather bondage belt. Next, I inserted handcuffs through the ring on the back of the belt. ...

My, was I pleased to finish that job. It wasn’t much, just change a ballcock in the attic, but that must have been the filthiest attic I have ever been in. Muck and filth everywhere. By the time I had finished I was black. Still it was Wednesday, two thirty in the afternoon, and I was finished. Tomorrow was Thanksgiving. Four glorious days with nothing to do, but relax. Just as I got back to the van my cell phone rang. ...

This is a true story taken from my diary for the year of 1990 and titled: My Housekeeper Harriet September 28, 1990 Friday 8:30pm This is the most bizarre entry to date. I had always hoped of something like this happening but never sure if I really wanted it to. Well, it did and I’m sure this is a one time deal. I’m just glad she took it in her stride and didn’t make things worse. I was embarrassed enough, so, maybe that’s why she didn’t make a fuss. ...

This is a scenario I came up with and performed. So my relatives were out of the state for at least five days which means I had a chance to do some self bondage at their place. First I planned on locking all doors to the house, locking myself out nude. The key to the house was in a thicker ice block in the mail box out front where everyone can see me. So if I got there too quickly then I would have to wait increasing the chance for me to get caught. ...

I’ve had a lot of memorable adventures. I’m an avid crossdresser, so being bound while wearing at least hosiery and leotards is natural for me, affording me the most eroticism and intense sensations. One time, I dressed up wearing black Lycra tights and a black short-sleeved Lycra leotard. Underneath the leotards, I had on a pair of old tights, with the crotch-lining cut out for my head to pass through. This way my arms were covered, and my hands were covered like thumbless mittens, making finger dexterity difficult. To complete the ensemble, I wore black 4 inch heeled shoes. This made walking interesting, especially on a surface I planned to be on. ...

The obstacle course My plan was to expose as much naked flesh as possible to the biting flies, mosquitoes, and any other insects for as long as it would take to get my escape completed. So first, the course: I took my hemp rope out to the backyard, to the trees. I tied one end to a small tree, ran it to a larger, second tree, then knotted it around the bottom of the trunk. I walked about 50 or 60 feet to a Box Elder tree, wrapped the rope around the trunk, knotted it, and tied it to another tree off to the side. This will be my track. Once in position, I would not be able to untie the rope, and release myself. I had taken two 6 foot 2x6’s, notched both on the ends with a 2 inch by 3 foot “slot”. I had also rigged a spring release to each of the slots to keep my legs in place, once I passed those springs. This notch will hold my ankles in place once I make it to the tree. I brought those boards out to the Box elder. I nailed them on edge to the trunk, got onto my knees, spreading my thighs, and marked about where my ankles would be. ...

The room was small and sparsely furnished, containing only a cot and a sturdy chair. Near the door lay a small heap of cloth. Light from a single overhead fixture shone on the sole occupant, a nude Asian woman who lay silently on the cot. The woman’s eyes were wide with fear, yet her body lay limp, motionless. Soft moans occasionally slipped from slightly parted lips. Silently, the door opened. In stepped a stooped, aged figure. “Hello, Mary,” the figure said in a rasping voice. “I’m Jason Murdoch. Get used to the name, my dear. You’ll have years to familiarize yourself with the rest.” ...

I had a fantacy of being caught naked tied up but never got to do it. I was determed to do it some time. My neighhour asked me to take her to town the next morning and I had a plan. I wanted to cuff myself helplessly and wait for her to catch me locked up. I waited till early morning, got the cuffs ready and sent her a text telling her to come in and see me when she was ready. ...

I. The Pool It was the week of Spring Break and my parents had taken my “sister”, Karen, to visit some potential colleges. Karen was the daughter of people who traveled abroad a lot, and so they’d asked the family to take her in so she could stay with her school and friends. That had been three years earlier, and their visits were infrequent and brief. But all that is another story. ...

I have been a fan of bondage and self bondage since I was a teenager, even as far back as nocturnal emissions, I knew this would be my life path, but finding a partner in this lifestyle is awkward and complicated. The first time I touched a pair of pantyhose, I immediately had a discharge, so I think it was a biological indicator I had a fetish. I spent years trying to keep this side of my life safe, I had enough guts one time to actually wear the pantyhose and try to tie myself up. I came then the power went out. I realized I was stuck and could not escape. I had to hop out of the bathroom, as I tied my ankles and had a silk scarf over my mouth. I found my door wide open and all my neighbors out because of the power outage, I was in plain view of all my neighbors all trussed up. ...

It happened that I was assisting a friend in rehabbing a local rental property she had bought recently. I’m no great shakes as a workman, but I could periodically check in and send her updates on the status of the work. The house was a duplex, with flats on the first and second floors. It also had a delightfully dark and dingy old-fashioned basement, which was last on the schedule of things to be upgraded. The space had been divided into a number of small (cell-like!) rooms with concrete block walls. One, a windowless room in the center of the north wall, had been fitted with a cage like door, a welded steel framework with a grille of heavy mesh. There was a latch only on the outside, although an opening in the mesh allowed it to be opened from the inside as well. There was also a hasp for a padlock that could be accessed the same way. I had plans for this room. ...

I recently found myself home from work early on a Friday afternoon and feeling like having a little fun. My wife will act as my safety on occasion when I find myself wanting to be bound, but usually has little interest in bondage of any type. I knew that I had a couple of hours home alone before she was due to get off work and I wanted to try the Selfbondage CD tray opener program I had downloaded from Gromets. I figured worst case scenario my wife would come home and find me, and release me with a stern talking to about “Playing tie up games”. ...

I stepped off the bus into the cool, damp evening air. Protected from the elements by one of the only items in my collection I feel comfortable to wear outside, a full length shiny black rubber mackintosh. Finally, another boring week of work over and a quiet weekend of just me and my secret passion awaits. I love rubber and have spent quite some time amassing a reasonablely sized wardrobe of the slick, shiny material. Every weekend, I immerse myself in latex, it’s my way of unwinding from the weeks buildup of stress. ...

I was in a self-bondage chat room some time ago, and the topic came up, of using clothespin zippers in a scene. I couldn’t hang around very long, and didn’t get too many suggestions but it started me thinking, and I think I have found one way. I was going to have the entire day to myself one Saturday, so I planned on attempting it then. On Friday, I bought 6 brand new, 18" bungee cords, 2 -3" steel rings, and 3 pair of leather boot laces. I have plenty of clothespins, so no need to buy any more. ...

BOUND: TIED, TICKLED, AND TORMENTED INTO SPASMS AND ‘GASMS I. Oh God, oh Fuck A ticklish clit can be a bitch. A super ticklish clit can be an agony, but of the very best kind. I learned this from my “sister” in a quite unexpected way. Karen was not my sister in any true meaning of the term, but had been the daughter of my parents’ very close friends. She was three years older than me and had entered my life five years earlier as a stay-over guest. Our parents were members of the local political scene and spent many evenings and weekends away from home. Because our house was in a very remote area, almost like an outpost in a forest that was adjacent to a huge state park, my folks thought it would be a good idea for me to have company when they were away. I don’t know what they thought when they chose to have an incredibly sexy girl stay alone with me during the most raging stages of my raging hormone period, but it was a decision that put many a smile on my face. They called her my “sitter” as a shorthand term, and they never learned just how appropriate that title would be; Karen would spend a lot of time over the years sitting on me! ...

Skye and I had been friends with Tim and Rita for many years. We used to live beside each other in town. We bought some land together, divided it up, and we each built a home on it. Our houses were about 75 yards apart, and there was not another house closer than a mile. It was so nice living out here, so peaceful. We spend many evenings together with Tim and Rita… in one of our homes watching a movie, or simply sitting out on our porch. We had many meals together, and we could not ever ask for better friends. Did I mention that Rita was hot?… she was soooo fine. I had fantasized about her many times. I always loved to hug her whenever I could, just to have her marvelous breasts against me. ...

I’ve been into self bondage for years. At least I thought I was until I found Gromets Plaza. My bondage was cuffs and weigthed clamps and maybe hobble my ankles and put the key in another room. You have to sort out what is real and what is possible but I wanted to try real hard bondage and I enjoy the outdoors so here is my story Believe it or not. ...

continued from part one Part 2 Recap Chapter 1 In the first installment of the Arcade Surprise, I related how I was unexpectedly caught while in restraints in a video booth. Additionally as this was my first male-male bondage event since my late teens / early twenties, this created some conflict in me. Introduction Meetings After several days and significant lost sleep, I sent him an email to arrange a meeting the next time I was scheduled in the area. I was in town for the week and we got together at a restaurant/bar not too far from the arcade where we first met. Things started a bit awkwardly, but got better as we got to know each other. He was Bi and had been into a dominate role in bondage for about 15 years. He was curious about my experience level and the toys I have collected. We talked awhile and then scheduled a second meeting the following night. ...

I have a long weekend off, the wife is gone, for the same, and so, I have planned a day of self bondage. I have never tried the ant theme, so this weekend will be my first. I will use our dog pen as my place. We no longer have the dogs, but when we did, I built a 10 x 12 chain link pen. I had to cover the outside with privacy fencing because the dogs would bark at anything. So, now, it is completely secluded, and far enough in the back yard to pose no threats from neighbors. Either from sound or visual. I plan on not only the self bondage, with the ant attack, but also anal pleasure/torment, and increasing weights to my balls. ...

“So, what ever shall I do with myself with all this free time off,” I thought to myself. I had just seen the wife off to work and my work had been on a slowdown. Of course, for those of us who are into cross-dressing, this is the time when you can just go all girlie and enjoy yourself. Of course, it does help if the wife has no issues with you dressing up. ...

I am a 35 year old male and this is a true bondage story. I was really bored and horney and decided to do some self bondage. I had a really good idea. I got out my sexy black bodysuit my handcuffs and ankle cuffs. I had a nice hot bath and shaved my balls and crouch. I took the keys to the cuffs wrapped them in a bit of toilet paper and slipped them into the nice deep crouch pocket of the bodysuit. I then put on the bodysuit, it fitted nice and snug on my body. ...

Part 1 This event took place over a summer weekend a number of years ago. I am a male, in my 40’s, that is into bondage, self-bondage, electric toys and cross-dressing and have been in various levels since my early teens. I normally do my self-bondage activities around the house or in hotels when I travel. This time while I was traveling, I got the bug to go to adult video arcade and watch some bondage flicks. As it was open 24 hours, it was very late, and I was thinking with the wrong head, I decided to take / wear some of my toys to the arcade. My plan was to go into a locking video booth and restrain myself for the duration of a movie. As I have done this before in other states without incident, this seemed ok. ...

(story continues from A Couple’s Games) Part Two So, we return again to visit with Bob and Jane. A married couple normal in every way except for their love of kinkygames. Bob and Jane are technically switches who love exploring all kinds of games. One day, Bob got home from work early and realized he had an hour before Jane would get home from work. He had talked to Jane earlier in the day and knew she was in a good mood and having a relatively easy day at work. So, Bob decided this was a good idea to play a game he’d been thinking about for a while. Bob took out his phone and sent Jane a text, “I have a surprise for you when you get home. Love you.” Jane texted back, “Ooh, can’t wait to see what it is!” ...

continued from part one Part Two The two women were efficient and professional in spite of the fact that I was naked and tied to the stair rail. Sandy went about cleaning the kitchen, doing dishes and laundry, while Jan vacuumed and dusted the living room. For the most part, I was ignored. There were occasional comments about how ridiculous the situation was and a few about how I looked all tied up but mostly they talked about normal things. Of course I was frustrated and embarrassed and I tried to get loose. Jan had secured my handcuffs to the railing and tied the final knots so that they were out of reach. My futile attempts to escape went unnoticed. They finally finished cleaning the upper level and came back to sit in the living room. ...

History In my last recounting, “Building My Dungeon” I spoke of how I constructed my new play space and a pillory with an auto-locking & release system. I also related how my wife was introduced to my new toy. I continued to do self-bondage activities in the pillory using the auto-release mechanism. Each time I would tell my wife what I was planning and that she was my safety. On occasion I would intentionally set the timers longer than I knew it would take her to return. This allowed me to create scenes similar to my first solo attempt. She would cooperate by teasing and spanking me until I was released by the system. She would frequently increase the time left on the timers when she was done. ...

continued from part 4 Part 5: Playing the odds I was in for a big one. At the end of our third year in college my three roommates and I decided to go to Vegas for a weekend. In the run-up to the weekend some dealing had taken place. My roommate and I had made a bet about something unimportant. He had been so sure that he would win that he told me I could name whatever I wanted because he wouldn’t have to do it anyway. Except that he lost. I decided that I wanted to spend a full night in strict bondage at the next possible opportunity. ...

continued from part 5 Part 6: Revenge I had spent Sunday night in tight self imposed bondage mummified in the Sleepsack. It was sensual to be held in that tight embrace and exciting to know I may not be able to escape. Yes I know that’s not true. I had the box cutter the right way round this time so I could have cut my way out. However it felt like I could not escape. ...

continued from part 4 Part 5: Slave to Myself. I was still buzzing from last weekend. Finding it hard to concentrate at work. Finding myself thinking how I hated to be used. How I would hate to be a slave as that other man obviously was. Surprised that I could not get the thoughts out of my head. I wanted more! I wanted much more. I wanted to feel the tight constrictive bondage and worse still I wanted to be under her control. To be in her power. To be her slave! Oh hell, were did that thought come from. What has she done to me? ...

This story was an entry into the 2011 Winter Fetish Story Contest ***Adam*** As instructed, my preparations for tonight started with a thorough cleaning, inside and out. After the water ran clear, Brandon’s instructions next required me to insert a wireless egg and a vibrating butt plug. The plug was chosen because it was large enough to stay in place through some action; The egg, because its frenzied vibrations drove my prostate to spasm. The remote controls for both devices were each M.I.A, presumably in Brandon’s possession. ...

Story entry in the 2011 Winter Fetish Stories Contest ***Adam*** As instructed, my preparations for tonight started with a thorough cleaning, inside and out. After the water ran clear, Brandon’s instructions next required me to insert a wireless egg and a vibrating butt plug. The plug was chosen because it was large enough to stay in place through some action; The egg, because its frenzied vibrations drove my prostate to spasm. The remote controls for both devices were each M.I.A, presumably in Brandon’s possession. ...

This story was an entry into the 2011 Winter Fetish Story Contest - continued from [part three](http://www.Spandex Stories/storiesek/itwasdark3.html) Part 4: The Life Style. It was Friday night. I had been out with some of the boys from work. I was not drunk; however I had drunk a few beers. Well may be more than a few. So I was not concentrating as I got out of the car, closed the garage door and went to walk inside. So I tripped over the parcels stacked near the kitchen door. How the hell had they got there? ...

continued from part three Part 4: The Life Style. It was Friday night. I had been out with some of the boys from work. I was not drunk; however I had drunk a few beers. Well may be more than a few. So I was not concentrating as I got out of the car, closed the garage door and went to walk inside. So I tripped over the parcels stacked near the kitchen door. How the hell had they got there? ...

This story was an entry into the 2011 Winter Fetish Story Contest I had always had odd interests growing up, but it wasn’t until I got to college that I had any hope of acting on them. I had always been attracted to shiny clothing. I didn’t know at the time that it was fairly common and I assumed it was something odd with me. I hadn’t gone out much in high school, so I had most of my money from working at my part time job during school. Paying for college wasn’t much of an issue either due to a scholarship, so I was more or less free to do as I pleased with my money. ...

Story entry in the 2011 Winter Fetish Stories Contest I had always had odd interests growing up, but it wasn’t until I got to college that I had any hope of acting on them. I had always been attracted to shiny clothing. I didn’t know at the time that it was fairly common and I assumed it was something odd with me. I hadn’t gone out much in high school, so I had most of my money from working at my part time job during school. Paying for college wasn’t much of an issue either due to a scholarship, so I was more or less free to do as I pleased with my money. ...

After a tiring journey, I eventually arrive at the hotel. The hotel is a cheap, no thrills hotel, and it will be my home for the next two nights before attending the important meeting my company have sent me to. At least it is in a town that I know very well and used to live in. I complete the booking in procedure with the disinterested receptionist and with bored “Enjoy your stay” ringing in my ears from her, I make my way to my room. ...

I didn’t intend this to be a cautionary tale, but it worked out that way. It just goes to show how experienced self-bondagers can still get “stuck”—in my case, through a series of incidents involving recklessness, false assumptions, and impatience. My employer allows me to work from home on occasion. Now, if you have that kind of arrangement, I’m sure you have probably worked in whatever seemed comfortable to you—pajamas and slippers, old sweats, or—perhaps—nothing at all. I got the idea for my home work environment from an old union bargaining poster, that portrayed workers chained to their desks. ...

It was a stupid idea to begin with. It was Thursday, I had nothing better to do, and my roommate had already moved out for the summer. I had needed some sort of break having taken two exams back to back. Since I didn’t want to do anything until I at least had tried to do some laundry, I decided to take out almost my entire collection of handcuffs. I left my thumb cuffs and a pair of cuffs with broken double locks. ...

“I think it’s time,” she said. “Time? Time for what?” He was genuinely puzzled. “Time to find out if you’re as ready as you think,” she responded. He still didn’t get it, so she went on. “You were telling me how you want to spend more time tied up, right?” “Well yeah. Is that what it’s time for?” She nodded. “Yep, that’s what it’s time for.” “Well then I agree. It’s definitely time. What do you want me to do?” ...

continues from Should’ve Locked The Door It was a hot August afternoon as he pulled up to the trailer in his dusty old GMC. He sat in the cab for a moment, looking at the trees, listening to the birds, and unwinding from the drive. He stepped down from the cab with a slight smile and began unloading. He had done this enough times that the work was second nature. He set the clothing and food items on the porch, carried the batteries to their spot at the front of the trailer and hooked them up, slid the tools under the truck, and unloaded the five 7 gallon water carriers. He climbed onto the porch and carried the items he’d left there into the trailer, stowed them in their places and coaxed the little gas refrigerator to life. ...

Let me set this up. I used to have two dogs. They barked at everything they saw. So I ended up putting a 7 foot tall privacy fence around their pen. Got rid of the dogs-kept the pen. It’s a 10 x 12 foot area with a tree in one corner. The dogs had pretty much worn down the ground surrounding the tree, so it has a natural slope from the dirt up to the tree trunk. Almost like a recliner. The base of the tree is almost two feet from the dirt ground. ...

It isn’t everyday that we get an opportunity to find out things about other people that we would never know. It’s even more interesting, or scary when you think about it, when they learn something about you that you would rather others NOT find out about. However, sometimes the two of them come crashing together completely accidentally and, well, there is nothing that you can do about it but, well, survive. ...

It was mid July and I had some vacation time to use, so I took a few days off. My wife and I both work at professional jobs and often have trouble scheduling our together, although we do manage a couple of weeks in the mountains or at the beach. This time my wife was out of town for a few days on business and I had the house to myself. ...

I am a 46 year old guy that enjoys dressing in women’s clothes and getting tied and gagged. One of my main problems is when I get the itch I don’t care what happens to me as long as I get tied and gagged. I have more than once found myself tied and gagged in a seedy motel room wearing satin panties heels and stockings. I had been talking to this male dom for quite a while and he offered to tie me up and I was feeling that itch so I jumped at the chance. He asked me to get dressed and tie and gag myself. I did not even hesitate I got a room in this little seedy hotel a place where he could sneak in and out easily. Not smart but such a turn on. ...

I have seen a lot of interesting stories regarding the use of nettles in self bondage scenes. After reading a little about these weeds, I decided to try a shot at them. From what I can find, letting your cock head come in contact with the needles may not be a good idea, so I have decided to follow that advice. Now the set up. My back yard is rather large, fenced and tree lined. ...

I am a grad student in history at a medium sized public university. My girlfriend, Kim, is an art major. We met in line for tickets to an upcoming concert. I live a conservative lifestyle but had learned to love self bondage at a very young age. I have amassed a large collection of items but keep them hidden in a medium sized safe and hide my little secret from her. She often asked me to be the “subject” of her art projects; however the level of difficulty has been increasing as the year progressed. I had been forewarned but the class is now moving towards the human form and that of course requires a nude subject. I am not shy in front of her, but have never wanted to be a published nude and certainly not “graded” by a professor. We have fought over this point a few times and therefore our sex life had come to a screeching halt. Her deadline is approaching for a project and she still does not have a “model”. Her project is to create a nude but not a typical, model on a stool, something to stretch the comfort zone, a bit edgy perhaps. ...

A Whirlwind of a Story! Part 1 As the East Coast was getting slammed by a lot of Storms and Tornado’s, I managed to pick a day that was never going to be forgotten. As my marriage of twenty years slowly and painfully diminished and the fights escalated to all most every week end, there was no more fantasizing about a great sex life or bondage sex or play anymore, the days grew tiresome and seemed like they would never end. Our neighbors began hearing our arguments as they became loud and nasty. My one neighbor that lived to the right of me always flirted and made conversation with me while I was married to my wife, I usually would make a quick exit or try not to pay any attention to her so that she would leave me alone, now I know I aren’t an eight or a nine, but I am in shape and I have blue eyes, lol. I know I am shallow though because the main reason, other then the fact that I was a committed husband, was that I was totally not into heavy or plump women, now my neighbor had operations on her stomach and all to make herself look better, but she was still plump to me, and that is what I saw in her. It was a shame too, because she was like thirty two, when I was in my early forty’s, she had a great personality and a nice smile, and on top of that she had a great job being a Registered Nurse that she made into her own business by going to families that needed a Nurse on call, so she basically worked her own hours, other then that, that’s all she was. ...

continues from Bound in the Woods There is something about us self-bondagers. Something that makes us keep at it, even when we should know better, even after a close call. Such was the case with me. The previous day I had an exciting time self-tied to a tree, but it had come close to ending badly. Fortunately I had been able to free myself, but for a while it seemed as if I may not. I had let the moment overwhelm me and got into a spot where I could not reach my emergency escape tools (EMT scissors and a knife). I was sure it had been a lack of preparation rather than any inherent danger in the practice. All night I had remembered the delightful feelings I’d experienced while bound to the tree and my sleep had been full of erotic dreams. So of course I decided to go do it again. ...

Part One We had been together for almost five years when it happened. I’d always known that my first love was rubber and although I loved my wife she had never really been a replacement for it and despite a few tentative efforts from me never showed much interest in it herself. She was supposed to be away on business that weekend and I had a great session planned for myself involving locking myself into my full rubber suit and gasmask for an overnight session on the Friday night. ...

I have been fascinated by bondage since childhood and, while I’ve had a few amazing scenes with other people, I still greatly enjoy playing by myself. I have twenty acres of secluded forest with a small travel trailer parked in the middle and this is where I chose to go for this self bondage adventure. It had been a while since my last session and I was definitely ready and was looking forward to something a little different. I decided that I would try outdoors rather than in the safety of my trailer. ...

I have been into bondage for as long as I can remember. My earliest experiments with self-bondage where in my early teens. My ex-wife indulged me in my bondage fantasies (this is the only thing that I miss about the relationship), however, I am now in a vanilla relationship which means that self-bondage is the only release for my fetish and this is on very rare occasions. After separating from my wife I had a few years on my own and soon settled into the bachelor life and began to take full advantage of the endless opportunities to indulge in self-bondage. I had a home made full body harness left over from my earlier experiences and wanted to find a way to use this in self-bondage scenes. The harness consisted of a long 2" wide leather strap, which could be attached to the top and bottom of the bed and pulled tight across the mattress. This strap was really a series of shorter straps connected together with steel rings, where more belts of various lengths where attached at 90 degrees to the main belt. I would lie down on the strap and the series of 2" wide belts would be fastened around me. ...

I found a secluded spot not far from home where I could finally put myself into some outdoor bondage, something I hadn’t done in years. The night before I filled a plastic jug half way with water. After it was frozen I put the keys I would need on top then filled it the rest of the way. Once frozen it would take about four hours to melt before the keys could be retrieved. ...

If you’ve read my earlier story, “Self-imposed Punishment” (Please do; it’ll provide valuable background that will help you better understand what I’ve written here), you know the drill at my house; in order to cum, I must first suffer by the cock and balls. Intense application of electroshock is the punishment of choice. Two things on which I unfortunately didn’t elaborate in that last story are the self-bondage method that I employ and the excruciating pain that I endure as I struggle to free myself. Those omissions I hope to rectify here. ...

Self-imposed Punishment A little background might give the reader a better understanding of what is to follow. I’m Jack, a successful, fairly well educated person, fun-loving and upbeat, with a variety of interests. I’m 59 years of age, 6’, 220lbs. and while not naturally submissive, slip easily into the bottom role. In fact, when aroused I experience intense masochistic cravings that allow a clever Domme to effortlessly manipulate me into wantonly and agonizingly suffering for her. I adore being visually teased and then, while tightly restrained, being subjected to heavy CBT (especially by electroshock) for my lustful attitude. ...

WARNING Do NOT try this at home, the story is presented here as a warning only, to attempt this in real life may result in injury or death. A true and dangerous session that nearly ended my life. Everyone has those events that change their lives forever. Something that makes you look at everything differently. You can measure your life by the events before and after it. For this one, fifteen years ago to the day on new years eve. ...

He was floating down a city street. It was night time. There was a noirish feel to the scene. He was meeting a woman. It promised to be a good meeting. He could feel it in his loins. He had no idea who she was, where he was, even who he was. And that was fine. The way it was supposed to be. “I’ve been watching you.” His head jerked up. He stared in shocked disbelief at the woman standing in the doorway of the trailer, then started frantically working his wrists free. ...

I wanted to send you a self bondage story, but I wanted to DO it first. I read other stories and picked the parts I liked, and set my goals for a three day weekend, all to myself, except, I wasn’t by myself. By the way, it’s a true story, November 2010. After finding the bondage pictures my ex-girlfriend took of me when we were still together, I decided I had to be tied up again!! I started studying self bondage stories and tips, picking out the parts I liked and wanted to use, then I added a few new tricks of my own. ...

The bondage and release method in the story is a description of my actual experience last night. She will show up this time, I am sure of it… I am getting things ready. Rope, cuffs, locks, a ring gag and the timer for the light. When she gets here she will expect me to be secure. I use the light with a combination lock and a timer as a safety in case her arrival is too late. The timer will make the light go off at midnight and back on at 2 a.m. If she shows up after 2 she will have to make due with vanilla sex. ...

It was a bright autumn day and my house mates were out, as I was alone, I had decided to try out a new bondage position that I had seen in a magazine. I went to my toy drawer in the bottom of my chest of drawers, to get some equipment, as I rummaged I could not see my hinge cuffs, spreader bar or ballgag that I had used on my previous outdoors session, I thought I had put them back in from my sports bag afterwards, but must have forgotten. Still rope and two pairs of handcuffs were what I was looking for and soon found, together with my spare keys. Rather than fetch my sports bag I decided not to bother with a gag. I put on an old pair of yellow speedo trunks that were now really too tight to wear in public, but added to the restriction of my bondage games. ...

Anjali was strapped for cash. She thought to herself “How could this happen?”, as she looked herself in the mirror. In her mind, she saw a 22 year old in the prime of her life, college educated with a degree in music and arts. In other people’s mind, they saw a young brunette, 5’ 6”, very pretty, with a good body, lithe, well developed, but not overly so to be ackward. Anjali never saw herself as desirable or beautiful. She always thought of herself as “ok” or “not bad”. She really never took efforts to enhance her appearance and thought that people would just have to take her as she was. For now, looking in the mirror, she was not looking at herself but thinking “How can I not find success? How long can I go on maxing out credit cards and living off of friends?” ...

(story continues from Rebecca’s Reason Part 2) Chapter 3 The house grew chilly as the night wore on. The furnace was computer controlled and tried to save a few bucks while everyone was supposed to be asleep. When it kicked back on, Ryan knew he had just a few hours and that his wife was probably at the airport already. He counted, estimating fifteen minutes. “Unnn! Eeee! Oooo!” He began to thrash, arching his back and twisting his right shoulder. His whole right arm seemed to be in a spasm of some kind. ...

continued from part 3 Part 4: Sunday Afternoon So many thoughts went through Jeff’s mind as the time passed. How much time? The burn of the hot sauce on his balls and on the welts left from the belts had faded, or he’d just gotten used to them, and he cool breeze hitting his skin had soon dried the sweat and just left him naked and chilled. Because of the angle of the garage and the plants around the property, nobody would be able to see into the couple of inches open at the bottom of the garage door to see his bare feet. What occupied most of his thoughts, though, was the idea that Ellen had changed from a wife telling him not to indulge in self bondage to a torturing bitch. He couldn’t blame all of this on Beth. Ellen had a truly happy smile when she brushed that hot sauce onto him and the only good thing Jeff saw in it was that she hadn’t painted his cock. Still, he could see the welts from the belting he’d gotten even if the reddish glow from the flogging had faded along with the burn. ...

On rare occasion, a visual image imbeds itself deeply into your mind. An inspiration built from guided fragments of thoughts from various disparate contexts that suddenly coalesce into a perfect storm of self-bondage scenario. Once it happens, it holds onto portion of your attention span like a pit-bull, handicapping your ability to do even the most mundane of activities until you eventually realise your fantasy. You fill out the necessary bits of the scene and perhaps add a few extra elements, but center-staged is your main inspired element. ...

continued from part 3 Part 4 I was stuck. I had planned, ever so elaborately, for the ‘perfect’ straightjacket self-bondage: I wouldn’t be able to get out of it at all, however hard I tried, so I would be -and feel- completely helpless for 24 hours, After which my partner would come in to set me free. And I knew I could face the long bondage session, because self bondage left me tied less stringently than at the efficient hads of my partner, so I would have enough freedom to change positions and adjust over time, avoiding the pains of strict immobility. ...

This story is 100% true and very recent. I had talked my wife into trying some chastity play, and we purchased a very secure device from Extreme Restraints. All steel, inescapable, locking and for me. We had played around with it a little and added some bondage to it, and had some great fun with it. However, my wife is not really dominant or even a tiny bit mean. I have accepted that as she is a great and sexy lady. ...

continued from part 2 Part 3: Morning Torment Jeff didn’t sleep well. Making the night even longer, he had no idea what time it was. When Ellen had decided it was time to put him to bed, she’d tossed an inflated mattress onto the floor of the guest bathroom along with a few blankets, then cuffed his hands in front of him. She’d found his light chain and locked one end around his neck and the other around the toilet, leaving too little slack to reach the light switch. After warning him not to roll over too often at the risk of choking himself, she’d dropped the keys to his locks into her pocket, turned off the light, and closed the door behind her as she walked out. ...

continued from part one Chapter 2 “Oh, shit!” Ryan began humping and sliding across the floor toward the knife by the bathroom. The race was no contest. With the need for stealth gone, Holly ran into the room and grabbed the rope wrapped around his knees, hauling him back to the floor at the foot of the bed. “Whoa! Where are you going in such a hurry?” Holly’s voice was steady, as though she handled bound men in lingerie every day. ...

Part One I’m a guy with my very own great pair of tits. For whatever reason, Mother Nature decided to bless me with- in addition to the normal body and genitalia of a man- a round, high pair of breasts and sensitive nipples. I’m not an expert in the human anatomy, but part of it is genetic, inherited. My ‘anatomic extras’ developed in high school. Locker rooms were torture and my social life was nonexistent because I couldn’t bear the thought of getting naked and exposing my breasts to a girl, and that’s how I ended up a 36-year-old virgin on the south side of Milwaukee. ...

Chapter 1 The phone rang just as Ryan stepped into the kitchen from the basement stairwell, dusty gym bag in hand. A glance at the display showed that his wife was calling. “Hi, Rebecca. Conference still going strong?” “Just breaking up for dinner sessions. Did you remember to eat?” “Of course. I don’t fall completely apart when you’re away. I had a nice salad at The Cafe and picked up a few snacks on the way home.” Ryan placed the bag on the table, trying not to make any noise. “No interesting mail. No messages.” ...

Some true self bondage experiences Bondage has been a kink of mine since I was very young. Self bondage is something I started playing with as soon as I moved out of my parent’s house. I am 54 years old now so I have been doing this for quite a while, although lately it has been getting more high tech. I have decided to share some of my more memorable experiences. ...

continued from part 2_ Part 3 _There I was, on my quest for the perfect straightjacket self-bondage. I had managed to put it on, in a way that I could not get out of, except with outside elements. I had put on a legsack and connected it to my straightjacket. I had managed to get into a self-hogtie. But I had still gotten out, so I was looking for even more… Except that I knew full well that I had already gone (see part 2) to the very limit of what was potentially terminally dangerous: tieing myself up beyond any possibility of getting free. ...

A nice early fall day, temp 60 with a few clouds. The weatherman was predicting a chance of rain this evening. I have been planning this for a few weeks and today is the day. Friday noon and I’m done with work. I get home and by 2pm I’m ready for my adventure. I showered after I cleaned myself out with three enemas; the last one came out clear. After drying off I super glued my special strap to my ass crack. This strap fastened together in front and when pulled tight they worked like using my fingers spreading my crack and exposing my anus. ...

Part 2: Moosehunter’s Walk - Return Challenge Over the next two weeks the urge to take another walk was too great to pass on and this was the last chance before the leaves change and winter. I decided no more nettle leaves up the anus, but I wanted more of a challenge: First a way to limit my vision, this was done with a modified welders goggles, they allowed me to see straight ahead but not to the sides and any fast movement or looking up caused the shield to drop and virtual darkness. Now I could raise the shield and using both hands lock the shield in the upright position, so the blindness was only temporary and of course they locked on so I couldn’t remove them without the key. Second I decided on a one and a half pound weight for my balls, I hadn’t retrieved the allen wrench so I would take the other one with and leave it there so I would have to return there to remove the weights. Of course I could leave the weight on a day or two first. Third I really wanted to be spanked so I was leaving a note for a friend telling him where I was taking a walk and inviting him to join me. He would know what I was doing and what I was hoping for. ...

Part 1 My name is Heather and this is my story that started many years ago when I was still at college, back then I was an average young student with lots of time on my hands. One thing that was different about me compared to my mates was that I enjoyed bondage and worse if anyone found out I liked to wear ladies lingerie and outfits. Combined together I was in heaven. I had a hidden bag of items that I kept at home, including wrist and ankle cuffs, gags, small butt plug and a CB3000 chastity device and some basic girlie skirts and underwear. Wearing the CB3000 while dressed and bound meant that I was unable to cum so was permanently aroused until I could release myself. ...

Part 1 My name is Heather and this is my story that started many years ago when I was still at college, back then I was an average young student with lots of time on my hands. One thing that was different about me compared to my mates was that I enjoyed bondage and worse if anyone found out I liked to wear ladies lingerie and outfits. Combined together I was in heaven. I had a hidden bag of items that I kept at home, including wrist and ankle cuffs, gags, small butt plug and a CB3000 chastity device and some basic girlie skirts and underwear. Wearing the CB3000 while dressed and bound meant that I was unable to cum so was permanently aroused until I could release myself. ...

continued from part 7 Part 8: Heading Home Tuesday-Heading Home 2 We woke early the next morning, had a cold breakfast and packed up everything for travel. Still naked I pulled the RV out into the road and hooked the Jeep up to it. Felt kind of funny being able to do this with no restraints whatsoever. When all was ready to go I asked Jane if she wanted to go with me to tell our neighbors goodbye and see if he had been released yet. She agreed and suggested I at least put a couple of zipties on my hands. When we got to the camp they were just getting up and he was still tied the way we had left him last night. I asked how his shoulders were, and he said, “They hurt like hell!” I told him to hang in there it gets better as you get used to it and I should know because I just spent the better part of two weeks with my hands behind my back. At that we told them we would be leaving in a few minutes and we had enjoyed spending the last two evenings with them. We walked back to the RV and Jane cut my hands free and asked what I would be wearing today. I had thought maybe I’d wear a thong and a short shirt that came down to almost my waist line leaving my cheeks completely bare but the front not illegally exposed. ...

I had this wonderful idea. I was moving home out of this apartment tomorrow and had a lot of tea chests around. The only problem was that for a few weeks I had to put them into storage while my new house was finished. (The people who had bought this place wanted to move in straight away). I had been packing for weeks and only had my furniture such as my bed, sofa and one chair and dining table left. The rest had been packed away. ...

Before I began my story, I would like to explain my situation. My wife and I both lead busy lives, and when one of us gets time off, the other is usually working. And if both of us have time off, our son is usually home. Needless to say, our sexual life is drastically affected. My wife is absolutely gorgeous (I lucked out big time). And on top of that, she is very understanding about my desire for BDSM. I love being tied up and dominated, and my wife will often use me for her personal servitude. But because of our busy schedules, I often partake in self bondage. ...

This is a true story. I am Polemanme; I should explain I am very much into bondage and to small extent domination. I would describe myself as submissive and love to be tied up and played with in a sexual way. The bondage has to be very effective and I love to push the envelope of bondage. I have tried and still do indulge in self-bondage but never seem to have the courage to try one of the tried and tested self-release mechanisms. Like ice in a stocking. I will however try this in the near future. ...

This is a true story of an 18yo guy about 6" tall and has strong, shapely, long legs. Whilst growing up I had a fascination with both cross dressing and bondage. I loved the thought of being helpless and left to my own devices, totally stuck and looking sexy at the same time. I had fallen in love with pantyhose and stockings my favourites being the ultra shiny flesh toned tights and where I could get hold of them one-piece lycra (spandex) swimsuits. I used to dress up whenever I could in my sisters clothing by waiting for her to go off to uni, so I could ‘borrow’ her swimsuit for my next adventure - These adventures usually revolved around putting on some skin toned pantyhose and her swimsuit and then wearing some jeans and a shirt over the top of them and just going for a walk around the block. This was satisfying for a while but did not get the excitement to the level I had been craving for. Our family lived in a small country town where all the houses in the town all had a big back yard full of grass and the houses were close together (except for their yards), which meant there was a chance of getting caught but at the same time was reasonably safe due to the fact the front door of the neighbours house was about 40m away from what I was planning. I have always been a HUGE fan of magician and magicians assistants and especially loved magic tricks where the beautiful assistant is tied up or locked into something that was ‘in-escapable’ They usually wore some sort of leotard and had beautiful long pantyhosed legs. I dreamed of being in their shoes and wanted to feel that sexy and that helpless. I didn’t know how I could do it without help, and planned for weeks a way of dressing like I wanted to and at the same time being tied down and helpless. At this time in my life there wasn’t the internet to get ideas from so I had to come up with my own solution. The night was drawing near, I knew my whole family was going out to see some theatre that did not interest me and ’the football’ was on the telly that evening I had an excuse to stay home alone. I had to make preparations prior to the night and did all the work the night before they were going out. My plan was to use the grassy backyard as my place of bondage, I would tie myself down spread eagled using wooden stakes that had small lengths of rope with hang-mans nooses tied on the end of them. The plan was to take place just after they left to go to the theatre and see how long I could survive out in the back yard without losing my nerve. The time came to put it into action - It was about 6pm in the evening and the family had just pulled out of the driveway. I raced to gather my stakes and headed out to the backyard. Each stake had about 15cm of rope and noose attached and I knew as I tightened them they would lengthen, so I had to make sure they were out at the limits of my reach before I hammered them into the ground. I had a few minutes of natural light left before the sun set and I had to still get changed. The location was set I just had to set myself, as this was the first ‘out there’ thing I have tried whilst cross dressed. I went onto the house and removed all of my clothes and nervously got ready. First I pulled on my shiny flesh toned tights that I had bought the day earlier from the local supermarket, I bought it with milk and bread and some other incidentals of a fake shopping list so that the girl at the checkout didn’t think I was some sort of pantyhose wearing weirdo. (little did she know). Anyway I slipped the sexy pantyhose over my legs and started to immediately get an erection, I had worn them before and knew I had to be careful not to make them run. To save my sisters clothes from any of my ‘accidents’ I used a kitchen freezer bag (plastic bag), over my member just in case I lost control whilst I was dressed up, as it would be very hard to explain any mess left in her swimwear. The next thing was to get the black one-piece Speedos (they were lime green and black camouflaged pattern on the front and plain black in the back) out of her closet and put them on over the top of the pantyhose. I always loved to feel of sliding them up my legs and the tight feeling as the lycra held everything in place. The final thing was to use a couple of her elastic belts that were in fashion in the 80’s and early 90’s to slide around my waist in an attempt to feel like a corset and add to the feeling of being stuck in her clothes. The light was fading but it was still possible to find my way around in the dusk light and also meant that if the neighbours were looking in my direction they would see me in all my glory. I decided to bite the bullet and just go for it - I figured that once I was in position they would have to walk over to the 5ft tall fence that separated the houses and look over it to see me, something that I didn’t think they would have any need to do. I walked briskly from the back door out into the backyard, my heart pounding a million miles an hour. I got to the stakes in the ground and began slipping my legs through the lops and then pulled them tight. I pulled at the posts with my legs stretched out and there was no movement - perfect. The next loop was that of my left arm, I stretched out and just slipped my wrist though and pulled it tight. Almost there and no going back now. In hindsight this being the first ‘real’ self-bondage session I should have had an escape plan but I didn’t, I just assumed I would be strong enough to pull out the stake holding my right arm and it would all be ok. More on that later. Finally I slipped my right hand into the last loop and took a deep breath - here I go. I pulled it tight and the job was done. I was just as I had imagined it. Helpless and sexy - Wearing my sisters swimming costume and my sexy shiny tights, just like the women in the magician acts. They were all helpless and so was I . I had a little slack in my right arm, but not as much as I thought I might have which didn’t leave me as much leverage as I had hoped for to aid me with my escape. I decided to struggle a bit and just enjoy it for as long as I could. I had all sorts of thoughts running through my head - what if the show was cancelled, or it was the wrong night, or my little brother felt sick and they had to come home early, I would be stuffed. Just as that thought left my head I heard the noise of a car approaching and immediately felt sick - what was I going to do? As the car approached the headlights got brighter and I began to struggle in an attempt to get free, the car came closer and then turned into the driveway of my next door neighbour. I couldn’t see them from my position and I knew they couldn’t see me unless they looked over the fence. Out of the car popped Mike my neighbour (A guy in his late 30’s) and two of his best mates, who had obviously been drinking due to their rowdy nature and had turned up to watch the game at his place. I breathed a quiet sight of relief and tried to keep quiet as a mouse. Where his carport was meant that I was about 10m away from the guys separated by a 5ft tall wooden fence. The guys got out and Mike wanted to show them his new motorcycle before they went inside. I knew his bike was almost directly opposite me on his side of the fence so I just remained calm. The next thing was a surprise to me as Mike turned on the light in his carport so that he could better show his mates his new bike - I was basked in light and would definitely be seen if any of them wanted to look over the neighbours fence. I held my breath - After what seemed like hours the guys stopped looking at the bike and retired inside to watch the game. I was excited and relieved at the same time and made the decision that it was time to finish up. I wrestled for about another 5 minutes or so trying to get my right arm free and finally it gave way and I was able to pull the other ones out of the ground, given my extra leverage. I decided not to undo the loops outside and go inside into the bathroom where I could lock the door and do it in there. I unhooked myself and then looked at the clock, I probably had about 30 minutes or so before they would be coming home, so I did what I loved to do the most, still wearing the pantyhose and tights I went and humped a pillow on my bed, the amazing feeling of lycra and nylon and the predicament I had been in did not take me long to come. I tidied up the place and made sure everything was back where it should be- Had a shower and then settled on the couch to watch the end of the game. About an hour later the family came home, we talked about the game and they talked about the theatre and they were none was the wiser of the situation I had put myself in only an hour or so out in our backyard. I have been more adventurous since then and maybe if people like this one I will post a couple others. Please let me know what you think. [email protected]

As always, this is a work of fiction. Any and all SB practices should be done with the upmost care. Any small slip may very well result in relieving one’s self of that pesky breathing habit. Always have a backup… one you can trust. Do take care… Kyle bounced up the stairs in his brand new Converse sneakers. One last time with Scott. The two knew each other from birth. they were almost born on the same day. Their houses were right next door, and it was just assumed they would look out for each other. Such predictions were true. They grew up not unlike brothers. Even though their families were worlds apart, they developed completely in tandum. So much so they were often mistaken for brothers or even twins. Two lithe muscular bodies equipped with long legs and arms, a nest of raven’s hair on each of them, and piercing dark blue eyes. ...

Well I wanted to surprise my wife when I got home from a 2 week business trip on the in another state. Let me explain, we have been married for just over 2 years and we have a very healthy love life and this is the first time we have been separated for more than an overnight trip. Also we both enjoy giving and receiving bondage in our love making. So this is where the surprise came in. I have rescheduled my return trip home earlier than Tammie expects me so I can get ready before she gets home from her job. ...

Well I wanted to surprise my wife when I got home from a 2 week business trip on the in another state. Let me explain, we have been married for just over 2 years and we have a very healthy love life and this is the first time we have been separated for more than an overnight trip. Also we both enjoy giving and receiving bondage in our love making. So this is where the surprise came in. I have rescheduled my return trip home earlier than Tammie expects me so I can get ready before she gets home from her job. ...

continued from part 6 Part 7: Wednesday-Propane Problem 2 Jane had removed the lock between my wrist and ankles before we turned in for the night so I was able to hop and jump outdoors. It was raining very lightly by bedtime and she dried me down on my return. The next morning I was up early and went out. The rain had stopped but everything was wet and it was still pretty much overcast. I let Jane sleep ’til she woke up. She unlocked my cuffs and I put on a nine-inch hobble and a twelve-inch chain between my hands. We had breakfast, cleaned the kitchen and started packing the things to go up the hill. We ended up with three boxes. I checked that the boats and shed were secured and picked up one of the boxes and started up the hill. When I got there I unlocked the RV, put the box inside and turned off the water pump and opened the valve to drain the water tank so that it wouldn’t freeze over the winter. Jane had given me an opened lock and I worked my feet over the wrist chain and my hands up my back. I put the lock on such that I had a three-inch length between my wrist cuffs. ...

This story was an entry into the 2010 Winter Fetish Story Contest “Steven, Please come to my office immediately. Thank you, Melissa ” I had no idea that simple, one-line e-mail would change my life. It was almost eight o’clock on a Friday night and I was getting ready to leave work. I was single and didn’t have a large group of friends, so it was going to be another weekend alone. I’d probably go to the gym, maybe a run, watch the game on Sunday and, of course, a session or two of self-bondage. ...

continued from part one Part 2 Hi there, it’s Tommy again. After discovering me in self bondage my roommate had offered to help me if I wanted him to. Some time went by before the subject came up again. He asked me once and I said I was still thinking about it. In addition at least one of our other roommates was in the house as well most of the time making the whole thing impossible. Then both of them left on Friday afternoon for the winter holidays giving my roommate and me a “free” night before I was going to leave on Saturday. ...

continued from part 5 Part 6: Sunday-Rain Rumbles Yesterday afternoon it had been hot and humid with the temperature over one hundred degrees and the humidity close to that. The clouds started gathering late in the day and by ten o’clock the temperature had dropped maybe ten degrees. When we went to bed I had put my six-inch hobbles on and Jane had locked my hands together and put the chain to my cock ring on me. I was getting to where I kind of liked this arrangement. Jane put on a long tee shirt for a nighty and we turned in. About midnight I woke to thunder rumbles in the distance and the pitter-patter of light rain on the roof. I woke Jane and we went to the front door, turned on the street light, the light switch was inside the cabin, and watched the rain falling. We could see reflections of lightning on the clouds. Jane said, “Let’s walk down to the beach and see if we can see the lightning strikes.” ...

My girlfriend refused to have sex with me; I think it was a religious matter, which was unfortunate considering her appearance and intelligence. So I decided to push the issue with some self-bondage, leaving myself open and helpless for her to play with. (She lives across the hall from me in a condo building; we each have keys to the other’s door.) I bought some clothesline and tied a length to three of the corners of the bed; only the one at my right hand was loose. Then I stripped naked, went to the bathroom (including an enema) and then laid on the bed. I wrapped a rope around each ankle and pulled them as tightly as I could before knotting them. Then the same for my left hand. For my right hand, I had made a loose knot and tied a brick to the end of the rope. Since I was expecting her to come in within the hour - - we had a date each day to watch Wheel of Fortune - - I decided to add a ball gag. After I pulled a sheet over me, I made a loose knot and then dropped the brick through the hole. When it hit the floor, it pulled the knot tight. Now there was no way out except from Susan’s good graces. ...

Two years after I left uni I was totally in debt, and was totally overspent. My 100% mortgage I could no longer pay was like a weight around my neck. Doing some part time modeling kept the creditors away for long enough though. I did a couple of standard shoots, but there were hundreds of guys wanting the same jobs. I was no stranger to bondage, and that became my niche - rather that than be forced to lower myself with ‘working with other men’. ...

I entered the parking lot of the office building, walking straight to the rear of it. My car was parked about a mile away in a residential street so as not to attract suspicion. I had chosen this place as it was an upscale office complex. In one of the rear corners of the first level, stood the reception area. With the ground level sunken, there was one dock for truck and just beside it, the garbage container. ...

continued from part 3 Part 4: Tuesday-Cop Check 2 Tuesday morning we woke with the sun and found ourselves both naked in the great outdoors. Jane ran for the cabin and got a shirt and shorts on while I relieved myself and then I went to the cabin to get my chains on. I didn’t figure on doing anything energetic today so I put my leg chains triple up, or with a six-inch hobble, and my wrist chains with three-inch slack, as that is as short as I can do by myself, behind my back. Jane fixed muffins for breakfast and hand fed me mine. ...

continued from part 4 Part 5: Wednesday-Fisher Folk 2 After breakfast Jane exchanged the lock on my ankles for the nine-inch hobble chain so I could get around a little easier and changed my wrist lock to a six-inch chain in front. We sort of cleaned and straightened up the place and I made sure we still had plenty of bait and hooks in the shed for the trotline. We went down to the middle cove and I collected firewood for the fish fry and made three trips to bring it back to the cabin. By then it was lunchtime and afterwards we just stayed around the cabin area doing nothing. ...

It was a beautiful Friday afternoon in the last week of September. My son and daughter would come over for the weekend, to support me in my weekend of mixed anniversaries; tomorrow will be my 46th birthday and the day after it will be 3 years since my husband passed away after a five year struggle against cancer. I got home early from work, but my twins just called traffic was a horror today, and they wouldn’t be here until between 18:30 and 19:00 (if things on the roads wouldn’t get worse), I decided it to take the dog for a walk before making dinner. I changed my skirt and pumps for a pair of jeans and walking shoes and went out the door. After walking down the driveway, I have two choices, right into the village or left… not that I ever go right with the dog. ...

It was a beautiful Friday afternoon in the last week of September. My son and daughter would come over for the weekend, to support me in my weekend of mixed anniversaries; tomorrow will be my 46th birthday and the day after it will be 3 years since my husband passed away after a five year struggle against cancer. I got home early from work, but my twins just called traffic was a horror today, and they wouldn’t be here until between 18:30 and 19:00 (if things on the roads wouldn’t get worse), I decided it to take the dog for a walk before making dinner. I changed my skirt and pumps for a pair of jeans and walking shoes and went out the door. After walking down the driveway, I have two choices, right into the village or left… not that I ever go right with the dog. ...

As I step out of my car, a flood of emotions washes over me. At only 24 years old, I think it’s safe to say I’ve been through my fair share over the past year. Between discovering that my “passing interest” in what mainstream media would call “BDSM” was more of a visceral need, and deciding that fulfilling that need was enough reason to leave the wife I once thought to be completely devoid of understanding towards said need, I’ve been living one hell of an emotional roller coaster. ...

continued from part two Part 3: Monday-Spread and Stretched We got up Monday morning with nothing particular to do so, after breakfast I had Jane release my hands and lock them in front and then got the grass whip to take down some more weeds around the yard. I worked on it ’til around noon when we had lunch and Jane said lets take a walk. We put me on the eighteen-inch hobble with hands locked behind and leash attached and started for the beach. We kept going to the third cove to see what shape it was in. It was looking good so we started back to the cabin. ...

continued from part one For Gromet and all those who read this site. You are real to me. This is a work of fiction. As per standard, take extreme care when you tie and/or bind or lock yourself up. And especially when you play with anyone. Don’t, I repeat, DON’T burn anyone! And always have an ‘out’. Know your limits. And know theirs. Otherwise you may very well kick that nasty breathing to live habit you got going on. Savvy? Anyway, on with it. ...

continued from part one Part 2: Wednesday-Propane Problem In the last chapter of this story you learned my wife, Jane, and I were at a friend’s cabin on a large lake and I was naked and chained hand and foot and also had tight plastic cuffs applied by the local sheriff. When I woke I had to get up and hop and jump outdoors so I could water a tree. I then noticed that the gas lamp was off. We had left it burning last night because I couldn’t turn it off with my hands behind me. I hopped into the cabin and tried lighting the stove. It wouldn’t light so we must have a gas problem somewhere. I woke Jane and asked her to cut the plastic thingies off me and unlock my hands leaving just the eighteen-inch hobble on me. I turned off the gas lamp, locked my hands together and put the six-inch chain between my wrists and neck collar, locking me up as we had agreed. I could then go up the hill and try to figure out what was wrong with the gas. ...

Part 1: Tuesday - Cop Check It has been about eighteen months since Jane and I have had a vacation. My company has been working on a two-year contract that is about to finish. The next contract will not start to ramp up for about three more months. In the meantime the company is encouraging employees to take their vacations and any “compensating time off” (unpaid overtime) that accrued while we were trying to finish the contract on time. I have four weeks vacation and another four weeks CTO and the company is willing to pay for health insurance and retirement plan premiums for the rest of three months. So I can take three months off and only lose one month’s pay. ...

“Come on, guys, stop it. This isn’t funny!” Will was confused and angry, but the boy holding each arm kept pulling him backward. “What’s wrong with you guys? Stop it!!” His backward movement stopped when his back hit the trunk of the tree that stood in the middle of the small clearing. He bit his tongue when his head rocked backwards and struck the trunk with a thud, and the pain in his mouth distracted him for a moment. ...

It was mid morning, my only day off from work so I thought I would have some fun alone. “But what to do” I thought to myself. Actually I knew what I was going do, something I hadn’t done in a while, tie myself up. I got my rope and tape, placed a chair in the living room. It was cold out so I put the fire on so I could keep warm. As it had been a while I decided to just practice on my wrists, I looped a small piece of rope into a knot and placed over my wrists, a gentle tug and it secured my wrists tight, a tug one the ends and it was undone. ...

I’m Tommy. This is a story of how I once was discovered playing with myself. It was during my third year of college. I was living in an off-campus four-bedroom apartment with three other guys. The parties were great and the privacy of our own rooms was ruthlessly enforced. Quality alone time was a big part of my entertainment and stress relief. One Sunday morning I awoke with the urge. I had abstained of masturbating and bondage for eleven days. Two of my roommates were gone to see their family and the third had just left for his choir practice. I had some breakfast, took a quick shower and was ready to go. Still naked from my shower I walked back to my room and pulled all the stuff I wanted to use out off their hiding places. ...

It was Thanksgiving week and I was off work for the whole week and wife had to work through Wednesday. I was not sure what I would do the whole week while she was at work but decided to plan a trip to the hunting ranch on Tuesday and return late Wednesday. After speaking with Megan about this she agreed as long as I was home before Thursday. She stated she needed help getting ready for Thanksgiving dinner and would prefer me to stay home but since it was the only time I had to go, I could if I wanted. I agreed and began to make plans. ...

continued from part one Part 2: Punishment Ellen pulled into the driveway and parked next to Beth’s car. They’d had an interesting discussion during their shopping trip, but the latest talk was all about what condition they would find Jeff in. He’d been told to pack up or tie himself to the table, but there was also the third option that he wasn’t quick enough getting out of his bindings and was still laying on the bed in pain. Although Ellen still wasn’t sold on the idea of bondage play, she was beginning to enjoy the possibilities of this day as she thought about paying Jeff back for doing self bondage after she’d told him to stop. The women grabbed their bags from shopping and Beth picked up the special bag she’d put together during a quick stop at her house, then they went up to the front door and Ellen let them in. ...

It was a late Friday evening, I had hog tied myself for self-bondage session with hinge cuffs and leg cuffs all locked into my brand new waist chain. I was wearing a long sleeve thermal shirt, a pair of loose cargo shorts and a pair of suspenders to keep the cargo shorts from falling off as I would be crawling around to get keys. For safety I had no gag and I had a cell phone within reach with several emergency numbers programmed on speed dial. I had used a very short padlocked chain to leash my leg cuffs to one of the legs of my upright piano. The piano weighs in at about 400lbs and having moved it several times there was no way someone hogtied was going to budge it, particularly on carpeting. The key to the padlock was held by a magnetic lock on the ceiling above me. The power to the mag-lock was supplied by an extension cord that ran along the ceiling and through a doorway and plugged into a simple electric light timer plugged into a living room outlet. There was no way to get to the outlet while leashed to the piano leg or reach the power cord on the ceiling when hogtied on the floor. To make sure nothing bad happened when the mag-lock was de-energized and the key dropped to the ground I attached a piece of fish line to the padlock key. The fish line dangled down so I could touch it with my hogtied hands. The keys to the padlock connecting my leg cuff chain to my waist chain were in bedroom on the bed. The keys to the hinge cuffs were in the kitchen on the counter. I had had a good time rolling around on the floor for 2 hrs in an inescapable hogtie. Right on schedule the timer turned the power off and the key dropped in front of my nose. I used the fish line to pull the keys to me and then quickly unlocked the chain that leashed me to the piano leg. Still hogtied I crawled and wiggled my way into the bedroom. I pulled the coverlet on the bed towards me until the padlock key fell off on the floor then I maneuvered until I got the key in my hands and was able to unlock the padlock and remove the hogtie chain. I straightened up, it felt great after 2 hrs. My hands and legs were still shackled but the uncomfortable part was over. I shuffled into the kitchen and got the key to handcuffs and started feeling working on getting the key into the handcuff keyhole. This always takes a few minutes. After several minutes not having any success I went to a mirror to see. I quickly discovered I had locked the cuffs with the keyholes facing away from my fingers. I was usually careful about that but I had screwed up this time. I wasn’t worried because I had done this once before and had been able to get my hands in front of me by scooting them by my legs. ...

continued from part 1 Part 2 Now, if I could write this story, it is obvious that I could (and did) get ouf my straight-jacket self-hogtie. First, I tried to escape. It is my favorite activity, and, clearly, I had earned the right to do so. I thought that, maybe, the fact that my arms were not strapped very tightly behind my back and not threaded through the side loops would give me a chance. But that was without counting the chest strap and the pinion straps. First, I tried to see if, thanks to the slack in the sleeve straps, I could grab one of the buckles and somehow, even without seeing what I was doing, and without much feeling or dexterity thanks to the thick leather mitts that terminate my SJ’s sleeves, still manage to undo one of the buckles. If I could, it was game over, in the positive sense. But, even though the straps weren’t pulled tight at all, I couldn’t even come close. As if the SJ designer had kept this in mind when putting it together… ...

Why did I have to do it? I love my leather gear and have a complete wardrobe of the stuff. The only thing about it being that when my body scent mixes with the leather, that fantastic new leather smell wears off. Not to worry though, I still love the feel of it and have found a place that does the spray leather scent they use in for older cars in used car show rooms. ...

As long as I can remember, I have always been fascinated by being tied up and helpless. In particular, medical restraints are the ones that are the most suggestive. They obviously mean business. Not style, fashion, visual impact, comfort or not, just helplessness for the person being restrained. And obviously, no medical restrain is as daunting as the straightjacket. A straightjacket is particularly well suited to my desires, as it is reasonably comfortable to wear, even for long periods of time. Spending one, two, even three days on end in one is something I have done more than once. Providing there is someone to help me with toilet duty, food and drink, it is not overly uncomfortable. And this although any good jacket not only is unescapeable, but lets the wearer know of the futility of his/her struggles. ...

I was spending an idle afternoon on-line when I hit on a chat site, I tie up F’s. I checked the profile: A man who did what he called “directed self-bondage” CynDy: “What is your opinion of over-the-hill transvestites?” ITieFs: “The gender thing is a bit off-putting, but it might be OK” I told him that I could pass for femme (at least on-line) and he agreed to give me a tie. I quickly went out and dressed as a woman: Blonde, black lace blouse, calf-length red satin skirt, and platform pumps with six inch heels. I grabbed my collection of rope and hurried back to my computer. ...

I was spending an idle afternoon on-line when I hit on a chat site, I tie up F’s. I checked the profile: A man who did what he called “directed self-bondage” CynDy: “What is your opinion of over-the-hill transvestites?” ITieFs: “The gender thing is a bit off-putting, but it might be OK” I told him that I could pass for femme (at least on-line) and he agreed to give me a tie. I quickly went out and dressed as a woman: Blonde, black lace blouse, calf-length red satin skirt, and platform pumps with six inch heels. I grabbed my collection of rope and hurried back to my computer. ...

Note: Although the story gives quite explicit details for the construction of the headbox, I haven’t (yet) made one. If someone wants to try it out and give feedback, I’d be interested to hear how it worked. Otherwise, I’ll get around to making one and then be able to correct the design if necessary. Scarecrow. It was a box, just a box hanging from a chain, but the implications sent a thrill down Paul’s spine. He had spent each evening of the week working on the project. Paul worked as an engineer. He was used to ensuring that every last detail was perfect and, in his workshop, he had the tools to do the job right. ...

It was that time of year when the sun is a little lower in the sky. The leaves on the trees are turning from a rich green to rusty brown. He sat staring out the window dreaming of more exciting times. Dreaming of the Mistress he was still yet to meet yet was willing to serve. On the stereo, the music just added to his mood. It was slightly depressing, yet strangely uplifting and sexy. It was as if the weather was matching the music’s mood. As the song reached it’s crescendo, the rain started pouring. The umbrella’s of the passers-by were raised one-by-one. ...

This story is the second in this series and follows “Distress Call”. It was Friday afternoon and Jeff was feeling horny. It had been over 4 weeks since the first time he’d phoned Liz to help him get out of a selfbondage mistake and since that first time there had been 3 additional times he’d phoned her, all at her instigation. Jeff had continued researching and had gathered a few more bondage items and wanted to put them to use. Liz hadn’t invited, or directed, him to phone her, but he planned to use this as an anniversary of sorts. A month since the first call and 4 weeks since that first Friday night when she had directed him to position himself on the coffee table. That would be his theme again tonight. ...

Nothing gets me more worked up than thinking about self bondage. These stories always start out with the line I have always been into bondage and I am no exception. I discovered it at an early age playing the ole tie me to the lawn chair game with an older neighbor girl. I am an adult male in my fifties now but always get excited at the thought. I have had many play partners of both sexes thru the years and was even married for a time but moved on. ...

My outdoor escapades had started on the night of an unusually cold storm the previous winter. The first snow in a couple of years was forecast and I had a sudden urge to expose myself to the weather. I ran down the quarter-mile drive through the sleet, put the house key in the mailbox, returned to the house and stripped down to my underwear. Then I thought of a way to add spice to the experience - I put on handcuffs before locking myself out of the house. The gusty wind rattled the leaves of the palm trees and the sleet grew heavier. Even in the shelter of the carport I felt cold and was reluctant to venture out. I began to regret my impulse but decided there was no point in waiting for the weather to improve. As I dashed down the hill for the key, sleet pelted my face and my bare feet splashed through cold puddles. The top of the mailbox was crusted with slush. My feet were numb. I grabbed the key, ran back up to the house and released myself. Standing in a hot shower, I was pleased with my adventure, even though I had cuts on my feet that bled into the water. I decided to try again as soon as I could, protecting my feet but making the bondage more severe. ...

My outdoor escapades had started on the night of an unusually cold storm the previous winter. The first snow in a couple of years was forecast and I had a sudden urge to expose myself to the weather. I ran down the quarter-mile drive through the sleet, put the house key in the mailbox, returned to the house and stripped down to my underwear. Then I thought of a way to add spice to the experience - I put on handcuffs before locking myself out of the house. The gusty wind rattled the leaves of the palm trees and the sleet grew heavier. Even in the shelter of the carport I felt cold and was reluctant to venture out. I began to regret my impulse but decided there was no point in waiting for the weather to improve. As I dashed down the hill for the key, sleet pelted my face and my bare feet splashed through cold puddles. The top of the mailbox was crusted with slush. My feet were numb. I grabbed the key, ran back up to the house and released myself. Standing in a hot shower, I was pleased with my adventure, even though I had cuts on my feet that bled into the water. I decided to try again as soon as I could, protecting my feet but making the bondage more severe. ...

Part I: Reality When I first wrote this record of my night in captivity, I embellished the truth slightly to make it more gripping. The result read like pure fiction, which was not my goal. The version you are reading now is the unvarnished truth, my best recollection of the chain of events. It was two in the morning and I had been shackled for seven hours. Reclining on the couch in a red baby-doll nightie, I was totally relaxed. I was helpless, unable to escape, but confident of being free in time for breakfast. As sure as the Sun rises in the morning. There was no point in struggling because there was no escape, and no need to worry since I was certain of release when the time was ripe. No decisions need be made, no actions taken. A delicious languor crept over me. I was snug and safe in my little cocoon, quite self-satisfied. ...

Part II: Fantasy I was sitting at the kitchen table eating soup a few hours after my escape, thinking it over. It was sheer luck that I was free. Without the pilot light in the furnace, I would not have been able to see the combination lock. I should have extinguished the pilot when I was removing light sources from the area of my overnight bondage but I assumed it had been shut off weeks ago at the end of winter. I wondered if, without the lit pilot, I would have given up trying to escape by now and phoned for help. Probably not, so I’d still be down in the basement, twenty hours into an escapade gone wrong, chained hand and foot, dressed in a red baby doll nightie. ...

Friday at work was a hectic day. The mainframe computer was down and the forecast was for it to be unavailable for the rest of the day. My department was being excused to leave by 10 AM. Lisa came by to let me know she expected to leave by 2 PM. She suggested we could play that afternoon in our guest house. Of course I readily agreed. At home I fixed a light lunch for myself, then gathered a few things in a gym bag and went out to the guest house to prepare. I stripped out of my work clothes and put them in a locking chest. I didn’t bother about locking it, Lisa would do that after she stripped and put her own street clothes in. I dumped everything from my bag out on the couch, then started dressing. First nylons, then garter belt, panties, bra, breast forms, blouse, short skirt, a wig, and high heeled pumps. I placed leather cuffs on my ankles and wrists. I padlocked those in place. I sat down on the couch and put on a blindfold. I put my hands behind me, passed a short length of chain through the wrist cuff D rings and used a small padlock to fix the chain. I was now virtually helpless. I wouldn’t dare try to go to the house dressed as I was and I was helpless to change clothes. I could only sit and wait for Lisa who I knew would have no intention of releasing me very soon. ...

Hi there my name is DEE and I am a 34 year old male cd and I would like to tell you about something that happened to me not so long ago. I was on nights and after a long hard shift I came home and thought that I would have some fun, first I went and had a shower, after that I locked on my CB 2000 cage and put the key for it next to the knife that I would need to cut the ropes after. I then put on my thigh boots, PVC mini skirt and corset which I laced as tight as I could. Next came the ankles which I tied but left enough rope to do a clinch knot for my wrists then on went the blindfold. I took a deep breath, placed my hands through the rope loops and pulled up the clinch. So there I was dressed as a slut, chastised and tied tight. Nikkei won’t be home till about 5 I thought to myself so I decided to relax and enjoy myself. ...

Hi there my name is DEE and I am a 34 year old male cd and I would like to tell you about something that happened to me not so long ago. I was on nights and after a long hard shift I came home and thought that I would have some fun, first I went and had a shower, after that I locked on my CB 2000 cage and put the key for it next to the knife that I would need to cut the ropes after. I then put on my thigh boots, PVC mini skirt and corset which I laced as tight as I could. Next came the ankles which I tied but left enough rope to do a clinch knot for my wrists then on went the blindfold. I took a deep breath, placed my hands through the rope loops and pulled up the clinch. So there I was dressed as a slut, chastised and tied tight. Nikkei won’t be home till about 5 I thought to myself so I decided to relax and enjoy myself. ...

Part 1: Caught Jeff was aimlessly rearranging the tools in his basement workshop on a cold and cloudy Saturday afternoon. His mind started out on a project for some shelves in the master bedroom closet, but they soon wandered off to bondage. He thought of how he could hide restraint points in the shelves so he could play there on those rare opportunities he had to indulge his love of being held snuggly in place. He’d hoped to have more time, now that the kids were off to college or living in their own apartments, but it seemed like he was having more trouble than ever getting time free from his wife. Maybe it was just that he’d hoped so much for having time that every time he was denied that freedom it was magnified. He idly kicked the locked bottom drawer of his tool box, thinking of the ropes and straps it held, and the key to another locked box that held toys, gags, and cuffs. ...

This is a work of fiction. I don’t know that this scenario is actually possible, but surely isn’t safe to try without someone there to release you. As with everything else in life… use moderation–and common sense! The day had been another long one at the office, added to a string of long days that seemed to be blurring together in my mind. The repeating phone calls from the co-workers, the same questions each day about procedures, and the boredom of being one cog among many… it was no wonder I was starting to let my mind wander at work these days. If only the people around me knew what I planned to do this weekend… ...

Crystal City 8:00-9:00PM Just a little about me to start things off, my name is Jeremy, I’m 26 and I grew up on a dairy farm in Nebraska. In 2005 I graduated with Masters Degree in Engineering from Purdue University. My first paying job after college was for a very large Aerospace Company. In November of 2005 my company sent me to Crystal City for a 180-day assignment. Crystal City is corporate city, everything is owned by a private company, and is across the Potomac River from Washington DC in Virginia. The city is built around a Washington DC Metro train station. The Washington Metro is the main mass transit rail system for all of Washington DC. Immediately around the Metro station is a cluster of a dozen or so a 20-30-story apartment buildings and enormous office buildings populated by companies that do business with the US Government. My particular form of kink with self-bondage is the excitement of seeing how close I can get to being caught without actually getting caught. This actually means that I have to put myself in situations where I could be caught. One of my biggest thrills is to have people see me but not notice that I’m tied up. All of the buildings and the Crystal City Metro are connected by a series of underground corridors. Within those tunnels is a small city, called, not surprisingly “The Underground”. The Underground has restaurants, a grocery store, barbershops and other stores. During weekdays employees of the company’s occupying the outer ring of building arrive via the Metro and use the Underground to get to their offices. After working hours the Underground is almost a ghost town, all of the restaurants, bistros and stores close at 6PM. Most of the traffic after the 6PM is the local apartment dwellers accessing the Metro Station. Because I was on a long term assignment and he Washington DC, Crystal City area is a very expensive place to rent hotel room the company put me up in a one bedroom furnished apartment in one of the large apartment buildings in the Crystal City complex. It was great, in the morning I could walk out of my 10th floor apartment go down the elevator out into the Underground corridors and come up in my office building. I could also go from my apartment to almost anywhere in DC without ever going outside using the Metro. Purely by accident one afternoon after work I found that I forgotten to bring my access card to enter my apartment building from the Underground when I had gone to work that morning. This access card allows you into the building from the outside, access the parking garage, swimming pool and all of the other apartment building common areas. It looks like an ordinary blank credit card, you wave it in front of the scanner at the door, the door buzzes and it unlocks. Building renters apparently forget this card a lot, as I did, because just outside the apartment access door there was a speakerphone speed dial button with a sign that read “Press for Access 24/7” That day I pressed it and it digitally dialed within a ring or two it connected me with a security attendant. I told the attendant I had left my cardkey in my apartment, the attendant asked me my name, apartment number, and the name of my favorite pet. They also asked me if I had the key to my apartment, I said yes. Within 10 seconds a buzzer went off and the access door unlocked. I opened the door and rode the elevator up to my 10th floor apartment. No fuss, by accident I did the same thing some weeks at 2AM coming home from a trip home and the exact same thing happened. I thought there was a way to use this in self-bondage scene but I hadn’t figured it out yet. The following events take place between 8 and 9 PM. Just before Christmas on a Friday night I had a number of friends from work over to watch a basketball game, the game was a rout so the game ended just after 8PM, without all the drama of timeouts pervading the end of most basketball games. This was a regular Friday night things with some of my co-workers. Most of my friends were DC area residents and lived outside the capital beltway, I was a transient and my apartment was close so it was convenient. During the game my friends and stuffed ourselves with pizza and gotten very drunk and very high. I had continued after my friends had left. This is when I got a self-bondage idea centering on “accidentally” forgetting my access card. Just across the doorway to my apartment building from the Underground corridor is a branch of the Navy Credit Union with an ATM in the wall of the corridor. This corridor was not well traveled after working hours. The office buildings were closed so it was generally just people returning to their apartments from the Metro from other parts of DC. The idea was to leave my apartment unlocked, handcuff myself, and ride the apartment elevator down to the Underground and check my account balance at the Credit Union ATM. The thrill part was to leave my apartment access card key in my apartment so I would have to use the 24/7 security call button at the access door to have them buzz me in, all the while standing in a very well lit Underground corridor. Since I wasn’t going outside, I didn’t need a jacket so I left my grey sweatshirt and some faded blue bib overalls on that I had been wearing. I took my ATM card out of my wallet and slipped it into my back pocket, I didn’t need my wallet so I left it and made sure my apartment door was unlocked and was just about ready to put on my handcuffs when I decided to wear my leg cuffs as well. My hand and leg cuffs both took the same key so I put one key in each of my back pockets. Then I put on the leg cuffs over a pair of high ankle hiking boots I had gotten during a stint in Army ROTC in college. I double locked the leg cuffs. Once I dropped my pants leg down over my shoes, if I was standing with my feet together, even a very observant person could only see a bit of chain on the floor between my legs. No one could see the leg cuffs at all. Then I put on my hinge handcuffs with my palms inward and the keyholes were facing down, towards my fingers. I evened up the hasps tight enough so that I could get my index finger between the cuffs and the inside of each of my wrists. Then I rotated my hands so that my palms were facing outwards, then I tightened down the cuffs 3 more notches on each. Finally double locking them with a fork. This seems tight, it is hard to rotate your wrists, but it’s actually more comfortable and gives you that secure feeling. With the cuffs on like this when I’m ready get free, I have to rotate one wrist in the cuffs so my palm faces inward then I can unlock myself, this hurts for a second but I only have do it once on one wrist. I usually use soap to help the rotation. I was ready for the first part of the plan, I opened the apartment door and checked both ways to ensure no one was coming, patted my back pocket to verify I had the cuff keys then took off down the hallway to the elevators to the 10th floor elevator waiting area. When I got to the waiting area I pressed the down button then I sat down in one of the chairs in the waiting area, a car came almost immediately. I let the door open, then close then waited a couple of minutes, and watched the elevator location lights 1 of the 4 elevators was moving so some one was using the elevators. I decided to go back to my apartment and wait then try again. I sloshed about a 1/2 of a cup of Jack Daniels into a glass and drank it then chased it with a beer, soda straws are wonderful things when your wearing handcuffs. I sat down on the couch still wearing the handcuffs and shackles and watched TV for about 20 minutes then decided to try again if it didn’t work this time I was going to pack in the idea. When I get drunk, I lose my inhibitions, but things I wouldn’t do normally, I will do when I reach a certain level of drunkenness. This was one of those times; I decided it would be even more exciting to leave the keys to the cuffs in the apartment while I went down there. I set them on the coffee table then left. This time the ride down to the Underground level was uneventful with no one about. At the level the elevator opens into a small room with the glass access door to the Underground and several doors leading to resident underground parking. From the elevator I could see through the door across the corridor into the corridor and saw that no one was coming in so I stepped out of the elevator. Then turned around and watched the elevator, the doors closed but the elevator location lights showed that it wasn’t moving, in fact the lights turned off indicating no one was calling for the car. The coast was clear for stage 2, operation ATM. I opened the Underground access door and checked both ways for anyone in the corridor. I didn’t see anyone so I slipped through the door allowed it to close and lock with what seemed like a very large click. Now, I was now locked out of my apartment building. This corridor I was in was one that led from the outer ring of buildings to the Underground Café area, at this time of the evening it wasn’t used much but it did get some ATM traffic. The Navy Federal Credit Union was just kitty-corner across and up the hallway about 25 ft. I hurried over to the ATM machine and laboriously slid my ATM card in and typed in my PIN. Being buzzed and cuffed it took forever to get card in and the keys punched. I finally got my account balance printed out. I took the print out looked at it, verified from the balance that I had gotten paid again and tossed it in the trash. Then I started back for the access door. While walking back I heard then saw someone coming up the corridor towards me. From a distance I could tell the person coming up from the hallway was a security rent-a-cop. The Underground has uses a security company called Capital Properties Security (CSP). There guards patrol the Underground corridors area after hours. I had seen them before; they were the-observe-and-report type of security no guns or handcuffs. They were far away down the corridor that I knew whoever it was couldn’t see the handcuffs, but I also knew that there was no way I would get into the building fast enough. For me this is the exciting part and not having the keys definitely increased the thrill level to intoxicating levels. Coolly, I leaned against the wall next to the ATM machine and put my feet together and slid them out a bit and slouched. Then looked at the floor and completed the “I’m lost in thought look”. In my escapades when a person gets close enough for eye contact I usually smile and say Hi. Most people just mumble Hi, look elsewhere and keep on going. That was the plan. this time I was done in by because the ATM chose the moment when the woman had almost reached my location to start beeping loudly. I had left my ATM card in the machine. There was no way I was going back to get it, so it just beeped insanely loudly for about 15 seconds, then ate my card. The security guard was a black lady maybe 30 yrs old a little overweight. She was wearing a uniform, consisting of black pants and white shirt and had one of those big belts with a flashlight radio and a couple of cell phones hanging from it, no guns or handcuffs. She stopped in the middle of the hallway in front of me and said “Sir, didn’t you hear that, you just lost your ATM card” I said, “Oh crap!”, then I said “I was trying to figure out what I was doing next and just didn’t hear it”. This was absolutely true though, I was sure she had no idea what I was thinking about. I smiled at her. She laughed and said, “you must really be thinking hard to have missed that racket”. I smiled back at her and said, “Yeah, I was, sorry” Out of the corner of my eye I could see her continue walking down the corridor in the direction she came to an outside access door about 20 ft from the ATM. She straightened the mat in front of it with her foot then looked at me and said in a mock southern accent, “Did you lose your tractor farm boy?” I looked up her and said, “Pardon” and I noticed her nametag said Snowden. She said, “Your overalls, I don’t see those very often around here, they look good on you” I smiled are her and said best farm drawl, “Why thank you Ma’am I’m from Nebraska, these is my best Sunday school clothes”. She laughed and as she started walking away but said in a bad southern accent, “Be careful farm boy or I’ll come back and take those off you”. I snorted at her “Hah!” She laughed gave me a big smile and continued down the corridor. She went out of sight around a corner. I heaved a sigh of relief at surviving that one. It was definitely time to bug out. I hurried back to the access door and used my shoulder to press the call button. as expected the digital dialing was immediate when I pressed the call button. There was a click and I immediately got a recorded message “Sorry we are away from the phone now, we’ll be back shortly. If this is a real emergency hang up and dial 911. If you’ve forgotten your apartment access card call the Capital Properties Security office at XXX-XXX-XXXX. There was a phone dial tone, several clicks then silence. ...

Jeff got home from work on Tuesday evening, opened the apartment door, walked in and dropped his shopping bag on the couch. It held 100 feet of rope and he was already excited just thinking about the possibilities of the evening. He fixed some dinner and cleaned up, then set about getting things ready. A girl he’d dated about a year ago had laughed and offered to tie his arms to the bed. He’d complied and later half wished his hands had been free to roam across her body while he half wished she’d done more to tease him. That relationship had ended with a peaceful breakup and he’d started searching the internet. That was where he learned about self bondage, and since he’d gone a while without a girlfriend he decided to try a few things. Up to this point, everything had been done with items of clothes or belts. Tonight would be his first solo run with rope and he had a hogtie planned. ...

I as most of you practice self bondage, over the 20 years I have done this I have gotten very good at self binding and have been stuck and caught. Getting good at sb sadly turns into boredom, so I was thinking how could this be more fun, more risky ? Then it came to me, I am a healthy 38 yo male straight. So what I thought would make things scary was to make up some fliers to drop off where I knew some gay guy’s hung out. I live in the country there are lots of woods around my home so I thought the flier should say “6'4 athletic male to be self bound and ring gagged completly helpless and blind folded at 2p.m tomorrow by the big pond on the west trail”. I dropped these at 12 diffrent places, easily seen, first thing in the morning 6 a.m a lot of hours for them to be read and re-read and passed on. Or perhaps no-one would see them I guess I was going to find out. ...

continued from part one Part Two Well as i was left by Mike and Vern bent over a tree branch strictly bound bent at the waist ring gagged with an inflatable plug holding in what there was of Verns mess while a butt plug held in Mike’s all natural lube, this is how we will pick up from, if your lost please read part one. I heard them walking away, the fun in the situation was gone i wanted out though no matter my struggles nothing would break i was going to play this till the end no matter what, i was a slave no longer selfbound and only in my mind Dominated but honest to god stuck, taken over and worst of all taken with written consent.. What have i done ?? ...

This is a true story and this happened about six months ago. It took me awhile to get over this but most of us make mistakes. This episode happened about six months ago. At the time, I was thirteen months into my gender change. I had been on hormones and other therapies for more than two years. I have been a bondage enthusiast since my early childhood. Never had a partner, obviously, so I resorted to selfbondage early in my life. After fifteen years of practice I became very proficient. I love very tight bondage. But even when bound very tightly, I knew I could escape when ever I wanted too. ...

This is a true story and this happened about six months ago. It took me awhile to get over this but most of us make mistakes. This episode happened about six months ago. At the time, I was thirteen months into my gender change. I had been on hormones and other therapies for more than two years. I have been a bondage enthusiast since my early childhood. Never had a partner, obviously, so I resorted to selfbondage early in my life. After fifteen years of practice I became very proficient. I love very tight bondage. But even when bound very tightly, I knew I could escape when ever I wanted too. ...

Tula turned off the engine and stepped out of the car at the last house. Stretching from the long drive she looked down the valley at the lights of the small town twinkling in the dusk. The flurry of snow had stopped and the clouds were breaking so she should have no problem getting the job finished and home. She set off round the house to check it was all still secure and in passing the back door she noticed vapour issuing from the boiler vent. ‘Strange’ she thought, the security firm who employed her usually e-mailed if the owners wanted something like that doing. As she rounded the corner she saw the car. It had been carefully parked by the detached garage so as to be out of sight from the front of the house. Checking her options she didn’t recognise it as one belonging to the owners. ...

Something very interesting happened to me one stormy night during what I thought was a private session. This is the scenario, being somewhat imaginative I create a lot of my bondage gear. One piece of equipment happened to be a homemade vacbed made out of ½” pvc pipe and plastic drop cloth. I have tested this unit multiple times each time making more and more strict. The night has come, its dark, rainy, thunderstorms all around and my wife is working late. The opportunity knocked and I answered. I pulled out the vacbed, clear plastic with a nose hole and my homemade mouth dildo. This dildo goes into my mouth and sticks out of the plastic about 4”, having a hollow center for breathing in case my nose gets covered. The only thing i’ve found for stimulation that works is an e-stim unit so I place the miniplug in my ass and the two rings are slid over my penis. I set the electronic timer hooked to the shopvac for 30min with it turning on in 5, knowing full well that I would orgasm at least twice during that period with the e-stim. ...

My mistress and I had always enjoyed our games; she would love to send me little notes and instructions during the day about how she wanted me when she got home. She enjoyed my efforts and I enjoyed pleasing her. One of our favorite restraint systems involved latex vacuum beds, when the latex was thick enough and the vacuum strong enough the beds allowed almost no movement what so ever. The problem with most vacuum beds is that you have to keep the vacuum going, and you run the risk of frying your vacuum if you leave it on too long. Also nosy neighbors in our apartment building might wonder why the vacuum was running for more than say 20 minutes, especially at night! Well in one aspect we were lucky our neighbor across the hall had become good friends of ours, and both Tom and Mandy knew of the kink in our lifestyle. One night after several drinks they admitted they had a kinky lifestyle also, but we could never get them to expand on that, but it was nice knowing they would understand and late night moans and groans. ...

Tony was a good looking guy he thought, getting on at 40years old but happy with life so far. he had been married twice, had a couple if kids, did the whole package both times. Weddings, house, mortgage, divorce. Now single and carefree he realised that happiness had been missing. Sure family life had been great and all his friends thought he was a good normal bloke, but no-one knew the full story. His wives had loved him but never understood him. So now with his kids grown up and rarely visiting he had more than enough time to try everything he had dreamt of. ...

Mistress and I had always enjoyed bondage. Sometimes I would be tie myself up so that she would come home and find me; however I loved when she would place me into inescapable bondage, I could struggle and try to get free as much as I wanted, and so far I had not succeeded yet. I doubt I ever would, because Mistress was very good. One of Mistress’s favorite techniques lately was to trap me inside one of our several latex vacuum beds. We had several different ones, but they all had one major problem. We had to keep running the vacuum in order for them to work; now during the day the vacuum noise can be explained to any nosey neighbors, but who really vacuums for an hour straight at 11 at night? And if you ran the vacuum for any length of time it would get overheated and you risk burning up the motor. ...

I’m sitting here rock hard thinking about what happened over the weekend. It couldn’t have worked out any better, I had to stop by my in-laws on my way home from work around five o’clock to drop off a few things on my way home. I knocked on the door but did not get an answer; it looked like nobody was home. I went around to the garage to get the hidden key to let myself in. As I opened the door the phone was ringing I looked at the caller id and noticed that it was my wife calling from our house. I answered the phone only to find out that my mother-in-law must have just left about five minutes ago and my father in law would be over grandmas until at least tomorrow. ...

I am one of the unlucky ones. This past spring the company I had worked for the last 15 years decided to reduce the number of employees. Although I had the highest proficiency rating I had two major things going against me: (1) Unlike the service manager and assistant manager I was not a relative of the owner by blood or marriage. (2) I was the oldest employee. I was given a liberal severance payment. ...

I begin my decent into the world of rubber. It is a methodical decent of stages. One layer at a time I add to my sensual arousal. Each layer tightens the grip of the rubbery skin in which I am enveloped. For me the journey is as important as the arrival. The first layer starts out simple enough… a latex brief with attached sheath and pouch. I pull on a surf suit with a reinforced ring that the sheath and pouch encased jewels slip through with willing ease. The narrow elastic ring tightens behind my balls, locking the jewels into place. ...

Click! The front door popped open. “Hi Honey, it’s only me” my wife called. Right at that moment, I knew I was in trouble. I started to struggle, but in my current predicament, I wasn’t going anywhere. Earlier that morning, after my wife, Emma, had left for her weekly walk and talk with her best friend from down the road, I had decided that the time was right for a little bit of self bondage. ...

So there I was. A hot Arizona sun beating down and a whole afternoon full of… nothing. Just me. And my thoughts. Of course the first thing I thought about was sleep. But then that nagging creature-like thought entered my brain and gave me the endorphins I’ve felt under lock and key and knots twisted and tied tightly. Unable to escape, or just waiting for the clock to run out and release me. ...

So, tonight I decided to have a little fun with my straight jacket… (mind you, I can get out of it on my own it just takes a long time, or I have a hook on the wall in my place that makes it easy and quick.) So, Wearing shorts and a tank top (with sandals) i set off for the basement of my 12 story condo building, my straight jacket folded under my arm. I saw nobody on the way down but I was still nervous. ...

continued from part one Chapter Two Mark woke and sat bolt upright. He was not in his bedroom, he was confused and shocked. The memories rushed back to him as he looked over and saw her there beside him. Still holding a long thin chain that lead to his neck. He reached up and found the collar there…. it was locked onto him, with no way to remove it without the key. ...

John arrived outside the main gates of the local allotment. Since food prices had risen so sharply, he’d decided that getting one was not only economical but good exercise as well. That wasn’t the only reason; John liked to dress up in his wife’s clothes and he realised that down there was pretty secluded and he could wear her clothes under his own while he worked. As time went on, the thrill of wearing women’s clothes and the risk of being caught caused him to introduce bondage into the cross-dressing. Tonight was going to be the night of his longest session so far and he couldn’t wait. ...

John arrived outside the main gates of the local allotment. Since food prices had risen so sharply, he’d decided that getting one was not only economical but good exercise as well. That wasn’t the only reason; John liked to dress up in his wife’s clothes and he realised that down there was pretty secluded and he could wear her clothes under his own while he worked. As time went on, the thrill of wearing women’s clothes and the risk of being caught caused him to introduce bondage into the cross-dressing. Tonight was going to be the night of his longest session so far and he couldn’t wait. ...

Well today is a day off for me. The sun is shinning and the temperature is finally warm enough to be outside. The last of the snow in my back yard has melted. I took out two wood pallets and laid them on the patio right beside the privacy fence. I went back into the house and took off all my clothes. I put on my wrist cuffs and locked them. Next I grabbed two ice release bottles. One an 8 oz bottle, the other a 12 oz bottle, both with a string attached to a key at the bottom of the bottle, both with measured amounts of water and both very frozen. Taking three 1" nylon web straps, like the ones you use on backpack, a 12’ length of chain, 2 padlocks and a blindfold, I headed outside. I positioned my release devices close to where my hands would be. I had arranged my back yard so that no one could see me, however if you peek over the fence and look straight down you could see everything. ...

It was Saturday night and Lisa had agreed to be my slave. While she showered, I carefully picked out what I wanted her to wear. I relaxed on the bed while I watched her dress. First was the garter belt and stockings, then the G-string panties and a lacy bra that showed her nipples. A pair of low heeled shoes, a white blouse and a short black skirt just reaching her stockings completed her clothing. The last few items were wrist and ankle cuffs, a collar and blindfold and her penis gag. Once she had those on, I locked the buckles of the cuffs, then locked the d-rings of the wrist cuffs together behind her with a short length of chain, and locked her gag. I attached a leash to her collar and led her outside through the back door. ...

I am currently kneeling on the floor leaning forward with my nose and forehead also touching the floor. I am waiting for Mistress to enter my room as I have given myself over to her tonight. I have dressed myself in feminine clothing as it amuses Mistress to see me like this, but there is more that she has instructed me to do. I have a Velcro cable tidy wrapped around my testicles and penis with the hard plastic side against my skin and as I get erect the strap pushes all the plastic prickles tighter into my skin. Over this I am wearing some satin knickers which are currently bulging with my erect penis. On my legs I have patterned stockings and between my ankles wrapped securely around each one and padlocked is a chain and on my feet are peep toe platform shoes. My wrists are locked together behind my back with my pink PVC cuffs and these are padlocked so that I cannot remove them. I have a black pencil skirt and a satin blouse under my blouse is a pair of clover clamps clamped securely over my nipples with a chain linking them together. On my head is a latex zip hood, this hood has open eyes, nose and mouth, but there is also two front panels which when zipped enclose my face preventing me from seeing anything but allowing me to breathe through the zip. My mouth is gagged with satin knickers; I was instructed to wear these for a day and then place the crotch piece against my tongue so that Mistress can laugh as I taste the sweat from my own penis and testicles. ...

Authors note: This is a true story. It is based loosely on The Bathtub Bound scenario found at http://www.boundanna.com/html/en_scen_bathtubound.html It has been adapted to suit me and is not an exact copy of the scenario. Looking at the bath I knew what I was doing was silly, idiotic and a little bit dangerous but I also knew that certain urges are part of me and the only way to deal with them was to involve self bondage. Well, either that to pay for someone to do it for me but that’s not the kind of thing you come across in the Yellow Pages! ...

I’ve recently had a rather hairy experience in a cage I was locked into, and it was ultimately due to a moment of carelessness that I should have known better about. I thought I’d just give a suggestion relating to combination padlocks, and relate the incident that happened to me just recently because I didn’t pay full attention to this, and breached one of the basic ironcast rules I believe should be followed, especially in solo play with locks and containers. I’m referring to the type of combination padlock with several (usually 3 or 4) separate dials, where you can choose your own combination - not the type with a single dial which you turn clockwise and anti-clockwise, whose combination cannot be changed with any models I’ve seen of this type of lock. My suggestion (and one of my basic rules) is: Before you lock a combination padlock, make sure that the correct combination is set to what you think it is. This is because you can accidentally change the correct combination when locking or unlocking it, especially if you are fumbling with it in an awkward confined space. Verify that the number you think it is set to actually does open the lock immediately before closing it and twirling the dials to lock it. This is what happened to me: A few weeks ago, I bought one of those lightweight collapsible wire dog crates, for the purpose of locking myself inside it. It is 30 in. long, 19 in. wide, and 22.5 in. high, and I fit in quite easily, but must be in a somewhat loosely curled-up position. I’ve been gradually collecting a variety of secure containers, and enjoy playing around with them; and I decided it was time to try a dog cage. ...

In the winter of 2008, I had a rather hairy experience in a cage I was locked into, and it was ultimately due to a moment of carelessness that I should have known better about. This reinforced the importance of carefully observing one of the basic rules I believe anyone who engages in any form of self-bondage or -confinement should observe, relating to combination padlocks. I will explain this briefly, and will then relate the incident that happened to me just recently because I didn’t pay full attention to this, and thus breached a fundamental rule that should apply to any use of combination locks - especially in solo play. ...

After reading all of the inventive stories here on grometsplaza I wanted to plan the ultimate self bondage/ teasing session unlike nothing I have read or heard of. It would involve dressing like a proper bondage slut, tight gagging, even tighter bondage, a forced enema, endless teasing and stimulation, and a possible visit from my sometimes play partner Vanessa. I would be strapped to a leather covered wooden saw horse. The forced enema would start after a set period of time by a melting ice cube. I attached a clip to the hose shutting of the water flow. Attached to this clip is a heavy weight suspended by a string and held high by an ice cube. The ice cube melts, weight drops pulling the clip from the hose starting the flow of water. ...

Yes, we are the older folks who are still playing games but unlike many of our long time married friends who’ve been married 30 + years and their relationship is boring basically they’re just roomates our marriage of 40+ years is active, alive and still playing . I know I earned it, but I had never realized that my discipline would be that wild a ride!! It all started about 5:30 PM when Techie called and asked me to put the stew we were having on the stove on very-low. ...

It was a free weekend all to me and I haven’t enjoyed self mummification in a long time. I first learned how to do it reading various tutorials online while putting some of my own twist on how to do it. The first time I did it I ended up with tape residue all over my body that took a long time to remove, a day to completely remove. I later found out starting with some kind of clothing on works best. I originally had purchased a leotard that I would wear under the duct tape, still having tape directly on my legs, now I have a full unitard which eliminates that problem all together. I started to get my items ready; grabbing the duct tape rolls, saran wrap, extra thick diaper, vibrating butt plug, mp3 player with horrible music, unitard, spandex hood with open mouth and last but not least the scissors so I can cut myself out. ...

continues from part one Caught Part 2 Hi, Don here again. I hope you read the first installment of getting “caught” so you know a little about the family and how we live. Today is Sunday and our daughter, Janie and her boyfriend of three or four years, Joe, usually play tennis or volley ball at the park in the morning and then come back to our house for lunch and play in the pool for the rest of the day. They use to alternate between our house and Joe’s but when Joe started college two years ago, his parents sold their home and bought a bigger and better one about a thirty minute drive from here. They haven’t put in a pool yet and don’t know if they will, so the kids spend lots of time here in the summer. ...

continues from part two Caught Part 3 Hi, Its Don again. It’s Saturday morning about ten, we’ve had breakfast and I’m out on the patio relaxing, naked of course, and trying to figure out if I really want to clean the pool or let it wait until tomorrow. Janie comes out and asks if I had any plans for this morning. I said no and asked what she wanted to do. ...

My wife left for work in the morning and I was home all alone for the day. To relax I decided to do a little bit of dress up and some self bondage. I do this when I alone so I can relax and enjoy myself. Once I saw her car leave the drive way I went upstairs to get all my gear together. I went to the bedroom and went to our toy box. My wife is also my Mistress when we play, but this I always kept secret from her as I didn’t want her to think I was really weird. I enjoy dressing in her Mistress outfits and tie myself up. So I went to work and started getting ready. I first put on a pair of nipple clamps, and then I put on a bra over them so it would press them harder against my nipples. Then I put on a pair of fish net stockings followed by a pair of knee high boots and tied them tight. I now slip on her leather floor length skirt. At this time I am getting a hard on and have to fight so much not to play with myself. ...

My wife left for work in the morning and I was home all alone for the day. To relax I decided to do a little bit of dress up and some self bondage. I do this when I alone so I can relax and enjoy myself. Once I saw her car leave the drive way I went upstairs to get all my gear together. I went to the bedroom and went to our toy box. My wife is also my Mistress when we play, but this I always kept secret from her as I didn’t want her to think I was really weird. I enjoy dressing in her Mistress outfits and tie myself up. So I went to work and started getting ready. I first put on a pair of nipple clamps, and then I put on a bra over them so it would press them harder against my nipples. Then I put on a pair of fish net stockings followed by a pair of knee high boots and tied them tight. I now slip on her leather floor length skirt. At this time I am getting a hard on and have to fight so much not to play with myself. ...

also appears trashcan stories Times are tough. Perhaps that goes without saying, but for Delia and Jim, it was doubly true. They’d both just been laid off. They’d met quite a few years back at a local bondage club, and had hit it off immediately. Both Delia and Jim were switches, and their kinks overlapped in many different, wonderful ways, but like everyone, there were a few kinks they didn’t totally share. Both were totally into bondage, but Jim was into latex, and Delia didn’t really have a thing for it. Her kink of kinks was objectificaiton. She loved being turned into an object - furniture, art, or her deepest most secret kink, trash. ...

Times are tough. Perhaps that goes without saying, but for Delia and Jim, it was doubly true. They’d both just been laid off. They’d met quite a few years back at a local bondage club, and had hit it off immediately. Both Delia and Jim were switches, and their kinks overlapped in many different, wonderful ways, but like everyone, there were a few kinks they didn’t totally share. Both were totally into bondage, but Jim was into latex, and Delia didn’t really have a thing for it. Her kink of kinks was objectificaiton. She loved being turned into an object - furniture, art, or her deepest most secret kink, trash. ...

Times are tough. Perhaps that goes without saying, but for Delia and Jim, it was doubly true. They’d both just been laid off. They’d met quite a few years back at a local bondage club, and had hit it off immediately. Both Delia and Jim were switches, and their kinks overlapped in many different, wonderful ways, but like everyone, there were a few kinks they didn’t totally share. Both were totally into bondage, but Jim was into latex, and Delia didn’t really have a thing for it. Her kink of kinks was objectificaiton. She loved being turned into an object - furniture, art, or her deepest most secret kink, trash. ...

I am 30 year old male. I have been married for a year. My wife Jess was not aware of my passion for bondage yet, but I have a plan to change that. Jess had to go to her job for a few hours. For the past week I have been working on some stuff in my workshop. Now was the time to use them. She was going to be gone for about two hours. I first put a note on the kitchen table where I knew she would find it. It stated: ...

I am 30 year old male. I have been married for a year. My wife Jess was not aware of my passion for bondage yet, but I have a plan to change that. Jess had to go to her job for a few hours. For the past week I have been working on some stuff in my workshop. Now was the time to use them. She was going to be gone for about two hours. I first put a note on the kitchen table where I knew she would find it. It stated: ...

This was bad. Really bad. And the worst part was knowing it was my own fault. Have a backup release, went the advice. Be careful. But no, I had to do it all wrong. No backup release. In a public place, or at least not a controlled location. I liked trees, and being tied to them. And being naked. Yeah, I got all that, and better get used to it. ...

I found the box simple and yet very alluring. It was a plain cardboard box, but not your average box; it was larger, triple corrugated cardboard, held together with industrial staples. I stared at it for some time before finally deciding to go thru with what I had been fantasizing about. I had moved all of my belongings into storage days ago, and now I am about to move out of my house, going to the east coast. The bulk of my personal belongings will go with my girlfriend, and I will fly there to join her later. At least that is what I told her yesterday. Yesterday I mailed a letter to our new address, telling her the truth. ...

Hello, My names Emily I’m a 24 year old transsexual, I just did a long self bondage session and would like to share. First a little about me, I am I confess a very lucky transsexual I’m 5'11 but my figure and muscles look very sexy, I have long black hair and look very cute when I blush (which i am doing allot writing this). Well lets explain what happened…. ...

My roommate had left for a short run up to the store so I thought time for some self bondage. When she came back she would see me helplessly tied and voila! I used a rubber ball as a gag, not sure if you remember the type of pink balls, they use to call them super pinkies. Well I took that with some strong duct tape and placed it in, passed the tape completely around my entire head. I took a second piece and used it on the lower portion of my mouth from my lower jaw to chin. Blindfold and ear plugs covered the rest of face. I used some nylon tie down straps to put me in a tight spread eagle. I took another set placed them on side of bed higher up to attach some rope to. I put the ropes around my leg just below the knees. This way not only would they be pulled to the side of the bed but towards the top of the bed as well and sure not to slip off. I assumed she would be gone at the most 30 minutes. ...

My tale occurred a few years ago when my housemate James announced that his sister Sue was coming to stay overnight, but before getting to that I should briefly fill in the gaps of how I got there. Like many of us I had developed an interest, if not obsession with bondage at a surprisingly early age. I enjoyed initial forays into self bondage as a young child & had become quite well practised by my early teens & even experienced my first self induced orgasm whilst in bondage. (lets face it I was doomed from there!). Over the following years I had several girlfriends, some of who would indulge in a little bondage, but none to any great extent & usually always with me in the dominant role. Some of them found my desires frankly quite weird & I guess I subconsciously kept it more & more to myself & retreated to indulging in solo adventures. ...

Click! The front door popped open. “Hi Honey, it’s only me” my wife called. Right at that moment, I knew I was in trouble. I started to struggle, but in my current predicament, I wasn’t going anywhere. Earlier that morning, after my wife, Emma, had left for her weekly walk and talk with her best friend from down the road, I had decided that the time was right for a little bit of self bondage. ...

My fascination with being buried, unable to move under hundreds of stuffed garbage bags had been with me all my life, and like the others out there that I had seen online, I had often tried to stage these scenarios at home using big tough bags, tape and rope. More often than not, this turned out to be a big disappointment, but I knew that one day, I could find a way to safely make this fantasy come true. ...

My heart beat quickened as the bus pulled away for the final time before my stop. This journey had started three months ago when I began chatting on an internet site with a lady called Susan, she was really easy to talk to and for the first time in my life had confessed to another human being my love of cross-dressing and self bondage, she was extremely understanding and over months leading up to me being on this bus asked lots of questions and even offered advice on how to dress. She also told me that she had a secret desire to be a dominant and the thought of having a man dressed as a woman bound for her pleasure turned her on. ...

The time had come. Will grinned at the pieces of his homemade harness strewn on the bed, and at the spandex clothing that would soon hold him captive. He was really going to do it: tie himself up all night in his spandex, with no way to escape until daylight. All week he had teased himself, trying to make himself so horny that he would actually go through with it. Every night he had wriggled into a different piece of lycra and rubbed his cock around inside it, over and over stopping just at the brink of ejaculation. Will had counted down his remaining time as a free man. “Enjoy your freedom!”, he thought. “Tonight you could peel off the leotard and throw it on the floor, or get up and walk to the kitchen like anyone else. But in four days you’ll be tied up helpless in your skintight costume!” Three days left. Two days left. Thirty-five minutes more to be free. ...

John sat at his computer when his mobile phoned beeped with a text message; the one he had been waiting for. “Hi babe. Now getting in the taxi. Home in about 20 minutes. Love you. X” John didn’t bother to reply to Kerstin, his long term girlfriend. He just cleared his internet history, closed down his computer and headed to the bedroom. Earlier in the evening, when he had planned his surprise for Kerstin, John had showered and given his groin a little trim. For the rest of the evening, he’d stayed naked while killing time. Now in the bedroom, he looked at the ropes, belts and handcuffs he’d earlier laid on the bed and allowed himself a moment just to touch them before beginning his surprise for Kerstin and all of his preparation would be for nothing if he left it too long! ...

Part 1 I have been separated for some time now, BDSM had been partly responsible for the breakup. I wanted it and she didn’t. We are still friends. In fact not much had changed since the separation and the last year of marriage. Difference between roommates and husband and wife is usually sex. Which we didn’t have for about a year. In that time I had expanded my interest in self bondage since I only on rare occasions could get her aid in tying me up and even rarer it was that she played or teased me while tied up. But as I said I was getting pretty good at doing the tying myself. Lately however I had a fantasy that now was developing into a plan. ...

Part 2 The time passed slowly as I laid there hogtied and helpless, wandering what she had meant by training and how long I would have to wait for it to begin, all of this mingled with the expectations that I had had before today whirled around my head, periods of intense arousal at the thought of what might happen were interrupted by periods of panic and anxiety at my predicament. ...

If I don’t get out of here soon, she will find me here. Yes, I know it’s all my own fault, I shouldn’t have done it, but I did OK? And now I can’t get out again. And soon she will be doing her rounds and she will find me here, and while that’s a fantasy I might enjoy in private, I really don’t fancy it in reality. It all started when we took a holiday down on the farm. This farm here as a matter of fact. A proper working farm, complete with animals, arable crops, manure spreading the lot. And when we arrived I first set my eyes on the lovely Celia. Tall, strapping Celia. With the mass of curly dark hair and a figure made hard and lithe by endless hours working the land. I guess there must have been other people about, but it was Celia I always noticed. Celia in the skintight jeans, jeans that squeezed an arse so tight and muscular it made my manhood hard and my palms sweaty. ...

I am a transvestite who enjoys BDSM. Many years ago, I built an automatic rack for self torment. The device consisted of a 1 x 10 inch plank, nine feet long, that was supported by bookshelves along one wall of my apartment. At the foot end a piece of one by three pine was bolted to the plank longwise, set on edge. I cut notches in this piece about 1-1/2 inches deep. It looked somewhat like a sawblade parallel to the plank. ...

I am a transvestite who enjoys BDSM. Many years ago, I built an automatic rack for self torment. The device consisted of a 1 x 10 inch plank, nine feet long, that was supported by bookshelves along one wall of my apartment. At the foot end a piece of one by three pine was bolted to the plank longwise, set on edge. I cut notches in this piece about 1-1/2 inches deep. It looked somewhat like a sawblade parallel to the plank. ...

I am a transvestite who enjoys BDSM. Many years ago, I built an automatic rack for self torment. The device consisted of a 1 x 10 inch plank, nine feet long, that was supported by bookshelves along one wall of my apartment. At the foot end a piece of one by three pine was bolted to the plank longwise, set on edge. I cut notches in this piece about 1-1/2 inches deep. It looked somewhat like a sawblade parallel to the plank. ...

For as long as I can remember I’ve had a fetish for spandex, even a little bondage when I was younger, but I didn’t know that’s what it was back then. Now however, through the discovery of the internet, my fetish has grown even more. Which is why I was spending my Saturday night, tightly tied down to my bed in two layers of spandex, trying desperately to find the key to my cuffs which seemed to have disappeared. Let me explain. My two roommates where going out, so I’d have the apartment to myself, which is a very rare occurrence, so I decided to indulge myself in one of my fantasies. As soon as they left I opened my wardrobe and pulled out my treasure chest, containing everything I would need for tonight. I pulled out a pair of black spandex tights and pulled them over my legs, relishing in the feel of the spandex gripping my legs. There was a slit in the front of the tights large enough for me to pull my cock and balls through, and after I did that I pulled on my black long sleeved leotard. I then pulled out four pairs of cuffs and attached each of them to the edges of my bed. Then I pulled out my ball-gag, dark red in colour and large enough to silence any of my screams, I buckled it tightly around my head. Finally I reached in and got my dark blue spandex catsuit, with hands feet and hood attached. I slowly put it on, loving every minute of the spandex sliding over my body, and once I’d zipped it up the back, leaving the hood down for now, I ran my hands all over me, groaning into the gag. I unzipped the crotch zip on my catsuit and pulled the crotch of the leotard to the side and started pumping my cock, loving the feel on the spandex covering my hands on my cock. Eventually I stopped, and put the crotch of the leotard back over me and zipped myself up, pulling the hood over my head.. I then went over to the bed and lay down, I cuffed my ankles to their respective corners of the bed, locked them, and put the keys at the side of the bed, then cuffed my right wrist to the bed, locked that cuff, and carefully put the key beside my wrist, making sure I could still reach it. Then I went to the last cuff, which was different because I couldn’t lock this one, so when I clicked it shut after a lot of twisting and turning, I checked to make sure I could reach the latch which would unlock the cuff, just in case the key to my right cuff fell. Then I was done, I relaxed for a minute, enjoying the feel of the spandex on my body, and the slight pull of the cuffs on my limbs. Then I started to struggle, lost in my own fantasies. I pulled hard against the cuffs and arched my back, feeling back cock slide against the spandex, but not enough to get me off. So I twisted and turned, pulled and pushed, groaned deeply into my gag, desperate for the orgasm that eluded me, until I heard a small giggle. I stopped dead and opened my eyes. I couldn’t see much through the spandex hood, but I could see a shadow that shouldn’t be there, a shadow in the shape of a woman. “Hi, I’m Kate, Scott’s girlfriend?” She said in a husky voice. Scott was one of my roommates. “I decided to stop by and surprise him turns out he’s not here, but I got a nice little surprise here, don’t I?” The shadow moved towards me and reached for my head, unzipping the hood a pulling it off me. Kate was a gorgeous brunette, slender and tall, wearing a little white blouse and short black skirt with no pantyhose. She reached over to me and rubbed my hard cock through the spandex, making me moan into my back and push up to meet her hand. She chuckled, and started to unzip the crotch of my catsuit, then pulled the crotch of the leotard to the side, letting my rock hard cock spring out and stand straight up. She grasped the base of my cock and slowly pumped up and down. I groaned into my gag, frustrated. ...

For as long as I can remember I’ve had a fetish for spandex, even a little bondage when I was younger, but I didn’t know that’s what it was back then. Now however, through the discovery of the internet, my fetish has grown even more. Which is why I was spending my Saturday night, tightly tied down to my bed in two layers of spandex, trying desperately to find the key to my cuffs which seemed to have disappeared. Let me explain. My two roommates where going out, so I’d have the apartment to myself, which is a very rare occurrence, so I decided to indulge myself in one of my fantasies. As soon as they left I opened my wardrobe and pulled out my treasure chest, containing everything I would need for tonight. I pulled out a pair of black spandex tights and pulled them over my legs, relishing in the feel of the spandex gripping my legs. There was a slit in the front of the tights large enough for me to pull my cock and balls through, and after I did that I pulled on my black long sleeved leotard. I then pulled out four pairs of cuffs and attached each of them to the edges of my bed. Then I pulled out my ball-gag, dark red in colour and large enough to silence any of my screams, I buckled it tightly around my head. Finally I reached in and got my dark blue spandex catsuit, with hands feet and hood attached. I slowly put it on, loving every minute of the spandex sliding over my body, and once I’d zipped it up the back, leaving the hood down for now, I ran my hands all over me, groaning into the gag. I unzipped the crotch zip on my catsuit and pulled the crotch of the leotard to the side and started pumping my cock, loving the feel on the spandex covering my hands on my cock. Eventually I stopped, and put the crotch of the leotard back over me and zipped myself up, pulling the hood over my head.. I then went over to the bed and lay down, I cuffed my ankles to their respective corners of the bed, locked them, and put the keys at the side of the bed, then cuffed my right wrist to the bed, locked that cuff, and carefully put the key beside my wrist, making sure I could still reach it. Then I went to the last cuff, which was different because I couldn’t lock this one, so when I clicked it shut after a lot of twisting and turning, I checked to make sure I could reach the latch which would unlock the cuff, just in case the key to my right cuff fell. Then I was done, I relaxed for a minute, enjoying the feel of the spandex on my body, and the slight pull of the cuffs on my limbs. Then I started to struggle, lost in my own fantasies. I pulled hard against the cuffs and arched my back, feeling back cock slide against the spandex, but not enough to get me off. So I twisted and turned, pulled and pushed, groaned deeply into my gag, desperate for the orgasm that eluded me, until I heard a small giggle. I stopped dead and opened my eyes. I couldn’t see much through the spandex hood, but I could see a shadow that shouldn’t be there, a shadow in the shape of a woman. “Hi, I’m Kate, Scott’s girlfriend?” She said in a husky voice. Scott was one of my roommates. “I decided to stop by and surprise him turns out he’s not here, but I got a nice little surprise here, don’t I?” The shadow moved towards me and reached for my head, unzipping the hood a pulling it off me. Kate was a gorgeous brunette, slender and tall, wearing a little white blouse and short black skirt with no pantyhose. She reached over to me and rubbed my hard cock through the spandex, making me moan into my back and push up to meet her hand. She chuckled, and started to unzip the crotch of my catsuit, then pulled the crotch of the leotard to the side, letting my rock hard cock spring out and stand straight up. She grasped the base of my cock and slowly pumped up and down. I groaned into my gag, frustrated. ...

Long have been the summer days of late. Hot, with a threat of thunderstorms in the distant. The heat of the day had long gone down by the time that I ventured back home after a long day working. Having parked by the side of our cottage; I sat back in the seat of my car I give myself a moment after the long journey home. My wife had always loved the old country cottage ever since the day’s when she had lived nearby as a little girl. She once said that she had always wished that she could have seen the cottage from the inside. (I say cottage in jest really. In real terms; the building was a big farm cottage that had number of farm buildings attached. We had the buildings converted as part of the house over time) ...

My heart beat quickened as the bus pulled away for the final time before my stop. This journey had started three months ago when I began chatting on an internet site with a lady called Susan, she was really easy to talk to and for the first time in my life had confessed to another human being my love of cross-dressing and self bondage, she was extremely understanding and over months leading up to me being on this bus asked lots of questions and even offered advice on how to dress. She also told me that she had a secret desire to be dominant and the thought of having a man dressed as a woman bound for her pleasure turned her on. ...

I have become addicted to the pleasures of self bondage erotic play. If you don’t participate in this type of activity you are missing out on some of the most prolonged and pleasurable sessions you can imagine. Orgasm delay and ruined orgasms are the foundations of my sessions. “Ruined orgasm is a technique used to deny a person the physical pleasure of release, while still allowing climax. It is often performed by removing all stimulation of the genitals at the moment the subject crosses the brink of orgasm.” (Source Wikipedia). You have all the sensations, except you don’t ejaculate. Tease and denial are tools used to build up the intensity of the climaxes. ...

It’s been a while since I asked my wife for a favour. Something that she actually did even though I know that she doen’t like it. And because I know she doesn’t like it at all I spend alot of time planing selfbondage and living it out as often as I’m home alone. Not giving as much satisfaction as playing with her would give it goes to take the edge of… (even though not for long) ...

“Why don’t you go upstairs and get ready for me while I send Ken and Laurie off?” she whispered into his ear quietly as he was clearing up some plates and glasses. He tried not to show too much of the “deer-in-the-headlights” look as he nodded his head and continued on to the kitchen. Ken and Laurie were already getting their coats on when Rick emerged from the kitchen. After some pleasantries and “we-must-do-this-again-soon’s” were exchanged, Rick quietly slipped away as his wife, Debbie, led the last of the dinner guests to the front door. ...

Friday, 7 p.m. I was standing in the small bedroom upstairs, encased in three rubbersuits. I would be unable to get out of them for 12 hours. The preparations had started an hour earlier, as soon as I got home. First I administered an enema and emptied my bladder with a catheter. Then I pulled on the first rubbersuit, a thin red one with an extension that covered my penis and balls tightly. Over my head I pulled a thin red latex hood and my arms got covered with long, thin, red latex gloves. As I checked myself in the mirror I inserted a gag into my mouth and inflated it to a comfortable pressure. ...

Peter looked curiously at the nondescript package Anna handed him, still wrapped for postage. It was large enough that it required two hands to hold, but it wasn’t all that heavy. “I know you like being locked up, Peter, and keeping the key away from you is always a challenge. Well, I happened to find this on the internet. Open it up.” He began peeling off the brown paper. He wondered quite what she could have found. “Well, you haven’t lost any keys yet,” he said. The keys in question were for the padlock on the chastity cage he wore most of the time. It wasn’t an expensive model, but it wasn’t cheap either. “Yet. But it’s been a near thing. Probably more than you think.” “Oh?” But he wasn’t sure he wanted to know. There’d been one truly scary day some weeks earlier when she couldn’t find the keys. Peter was petrified she’d actually lost them and that he’d have to destroy his chastity cage to get out. It turned out she’d just left them at work, but it meant she hadn’t got any sex that weekend, either. It had been the only time it had happened that he had known of. He discovered that whilst it was a nice fantasy to be permanently locked, he wasn’t sure he really wanted that as reality. “It would be so much simpler if I could just put it with my car keys…” “… but you can’t get out of the habit of leaving them around the house. I know.” They’d tried that early on for a short while, but Peter could barely resist unlocking himself when the key was so easily available. It wasn’t much more often than Anna would have released him anyway, and she’d been decent enough to realize that she had created that particular problem. Since then, Anna struggled with trying to keep a second set of keys on her person. Actually, it’d been kind of useful as she couldn’t always find them quickly. The package unwrapped, Peter looked at the box. It was plain white, and unmarked except for a barcoded label on one side. The text under the barcode said ‘Ice key cup set, 5 cups. Deluxe model.’ “Ice key cup set?” He opened the box. Anna just smirked. Inside the box were five large, grey plastic cups and what appeared to be a holder. There was also a slip of paper that clearly said ‘Read The Instructions First’ in big bold letters. Peter quickly noticed the cups weren’t for drinking out of, however. The bases of them weren’t flat but instead had a raised round section, he guessed for latching into the holder. The top was a kind of cage at the top over a hole perhaps half the size of the lid. The cups also appeared to be double-walled. Peter wondered if they were insulated. Anna was watching him carefully as he looked briefly at all the cups, verifying they were all the same. “You put your key in one cup,” she said, “then fill all of them with water and put them in the holder and that in the freezer.” She picked up a cup to look at it herself. “Mmm. It’s like a guessing game when you want the key.” Peter was intriuged. And he had started getting hard. “Exactly.” She picked up the holder to look at it. It was L-shaped with a latch on the bottom. The latches seemed to move, too, though why and how was not obvious. Peter noticed the instruction sheet and pulled it out to read it. “The holder is important,” he said. “Once you put all five cups in, it will only let you take out one at a time.” “Ah. That’s cunning.” “Well, come on. Let’s set them up.” Anna obligingly fished out a key and put it in one of the cups. It clunked inside. “It doesn’t fall to the bottom does it?” “I don’t know. I guess you’d want it in the middle of the ice, wouldn’t you?” Both of them peered into the cup. The inside was black, however, and they couldn’t see anything. “It doesn’t look like it’s hit the bottom,” he said. “Since there’s a cage to stop it falling out, maybe there’s one to hold it in the middle.” Peter returned to the instructions that Anna had so far ignored. “Ah. Look.” He pointed to a diagram. “There’s a cage inside, too. It holds the key in the middle.” He read further, then took the cup out of Anna’s hand, pushed hard down on the top and unscrewed. There was a loud screeching as he turned it and both of them wondered if he’d broken something. “Is it supposed to do that?” she asked. Peter had another look at the instruction sheet. “Oh Yes, look:” and he pointed. “The lid has a temperature lock so it can only open at room temperature or warmer. And it has a thing to make that noise when you open it.” Peter turned it further, trying to ignore the screeching sound. It didn’t need to be turned far before it came off. “I guess there’s no way of opening it when it’s full of ice and even when it can be opened it can’t be done quietly.” “My stars.” Peter was marvelling at the ingenuous of the design. Anna peered inside the now open cup. “And there is a cage. Neat. So even if you could get the lid off, the key would be smack in the middle of the block of ice.” Anna put the lid back on - interestingly it didn’t screech going back on - and filled it with water from the tap. Then before Peter could react, she filled the other four cups. Now there were five cups will of water in the bench and Peter wasn’t sure which one had his key. “Now to put them in the freezer.” Anna pulled open the freezer and Peter picked up the holder and set it in the freezer. “Do the cups just push in somehow?” She picked one up and tried to set it in the holder, but it didn’t seem to fit. Peter fetched the instructions again. “You’ve got to push it in on the bottom.” He took the cup from her, placed the bottom on the front edge of the holder and pushed. It went in with a click. It also didn’t come out. “Ah.” Between them they put the remaining four cups in the holder. Peter thought he knew which one held his key, and pulled it out of the holder. It was the second on the left. “That came out easily.” “Try another.” But a second cup woudn’t budge. “Wow. That’s clever. But once I know which one has the key, I’ll always grab that one again.” “No, you won’t.” Anna had finally started reading the instruction sheet, so now she took the cup from Peter’s hand and pushed it between two others in the holder. Like magic, the two cups between the vacant spot and where she was pusing the new one slid smoothly along and then there were five in a row again. “It makes shuffling them so easy.” She pulled out another cup and pushed it in a different spot. Then she saw Peter’s look, so she did it again. “We should leave them to freeze.” And she shut the freezer. Late the next day, Peter found himself home alone. Anna wouldn’t be home for a few hours yet. He hadn’t been unlocked for almost a week and the thought that he actually knew where his key was overpowering. It would just take some effort to get it. Opening the freezer, he spent a few minutes trying to think which cup it was that had the key. He’d tried to keep track when he and Anna had set them up, but he still wasn’t sure. He pulled out the one he thought would be it and shut the freezer. At first he wondered how long it would take to melt naturally, then he decided he could wait and set the cup on the sink upside and went away. He was really looking forward to being free. The need to wait an hour or so for the ice to melt was almost welcome. It took almost two hours to fully melt. Peter had been checking on it in roughly 10 minute intervals as he looked forward to his immanent release. At about 90 minutes, it thought it was all melted, but there was no key. Unfortunately, he couldn’t easily see if there was any ice still inside or not. He tried opening the lid a few times, but it wouldn’t budge. He hadn’t tried opening it before they’d filled it up, so he didn’t know if it was just tight or the temperature lock was working. It was finally at two hours that the lid did finally come off, along with the horrible screeching noise of the telltale, only to discover the cup utterly empty. No ice and, more importantly, no key. Peter was so dejected. He’d been so sure that that was the one with the key. He mused over this a few minutes, still aroused in expectation, but it was so different this time at having been thwarted. The frustration was delightfully delicious and it was that in his mind that he put the lid back on, refilled the ice cup with water and put it back in the freezer. Ten minutes later, he was back at the freezer, pulling a different cup out. He’d changed his mind. And this time he was determined not to wait. First, he boiled the kettle. He had decided he was going to make the ice melt. Once the kettle was boiled, he propped the ice cup upside down in the sink, and poured the whole kettle of boiling water over the cup. Still no key. He picked up the cup again and thought it still felt full of ice. Hmm. He refilled and boiled the kettle again and poured it over the ice cup again. He was becoming a bit suspicious now and had a closer look at the top of the cup. Strangely, it seemed to be shut. He tried to push it open, but it wouldn’t move. He wondered how they’d filled the cup yesterday if it was sealed. As he watched, it slowly slid open and Peter could clearly see the ice inside. He was wondering what he did to make it open, when a dreadful suspicion grew in his mind. Putting the cup in the sink, he picked up the kettle again and just splashed some hot water on the top of the cup. Instantly the little door shut. Peter stood looking at the ice cup. He’d been so taken with the anti-tampering they had discovered yesterday that it hadn’t occurred to him that there would be more anti-tampering features that they hadn’t discovered. He seemed to have found another: hot water in the top closed the hole. And since it seemed determined to prevent him cheating, he figured the insulation changed under hot water, too, protecting the ice. He left the cup on the sink, defrosting naturally. 2 hours later, and it, too, turned out to be a key-less cup. At this point, Peter had had enough of this game, refilled it with water, and stuck it back in the freezer. He could stay locked. It was almost three weeks before he finally defrosted the cup with the key. By that time, he’d grown used to shuffling the cups whenever he opened the freezer, or indeed, most times he walked past the fridge. Peter and Anna had the best night together. After such long abstinance, they were easily able to satisfy each other multiple times until they both fell asleep in utter exhaustion, still half entwined and very naked. When they had awoken the next morning, Anna had a suggestion to make. “Would it be okay if I played, too?” “What do you mean?” “Well, you’ve been picking a cup when you think you want out and seeing if it was the lucky one with the key. What if I pull one out to melt if I feel like it, too? Makes me part of the game.” Peter was quiet a moment, not sure how enthusiastic he should be. “Of course, if you don’t want it,” she continued, “then you could just put it back before it’s unfrozen.” “Which means you want to be free to put one back if I pull it out.” Ah hah. There’s the catch. “Well, naturally.” “Okay. I’m game for that.” “So you need to go back in, then. I believe you spent all night unlocked.” It appeared a new game was afoot…

This is a true story about one of my adventures. Whether you are a male or female reader should not matter as long as you understand the mental arousal derived from dressing for pleasure. My motto is don’t take it off, put it on for sex!! First a little background. I am a straight single white male who is always in charge during play and I am a sensual erotic domme. I like to give pleasure and always wondered what my female partners felt and what mental stimulation they received when they were dressed in fetish outfits and bound, so on my own I tried on some of their outfits and high heels, along with a gag and cuffs. The attraction was immediate and I have been hooked on cross dressing and self bondage ever since but always in private and by myself. ...

This is a true story about one of my adventures. Whether you are a male or female reader should not matter as long as you understand the mental arousal derived from dressing for pleasure. My motto is don’t take it off, put it on for sex!! First a little background. I am a straight single white male who is always in charge during play and I am a sensual erotic domme. I like to give pleasure and always wondered what my female partners felt and what mental stimulation they received when they were dressed in fetish outfits and bound, so on my own I tried on some of their outfits and high heels, along with a gag and cuffs. The attraction was immediate and I have been hooked on cross dressing and self bondage ever since but always in private and by myself. ...

When we bought our house ten years ago, I did not realize that the basement would be a great place to practice self-bondage. I am sexually excited by being submissive to my wife. My wife and I do not belong a any bdsm clubs, we do not attend munches, and I have never talked to any of my friends about how I like to serve my wife. Bondage is strictly personal between my wife and I. ...

Fellow Enthusiastics, I was glad to discover others in the world with similar tastes. Good not to feel so alone, or so evil and perverted. The trick with the ice escaped me … Thanks, all of you… Whoever. I was going the other way, trying to put keys into boiling pots of water which would have to then cool, obvious problems with that idea, the least of which was that it wouldn’t work. Ice never occured to me. ...

The night had been planned for a week, and the essentials worked out and in place now for two days as I awaited opportunity and a COLD night. Opportunity: time alone without the wife worrying … Cold night: the freezing rain on my nylon sheathed legs… Be it known, this IS a true tale, and happened as I now relate. The night came with temperatures near freezing, the mid thirties. ...

The story begins one Friday night. I’d had a hard week at work and was incredible horny. Not having anyone to share this with meant I had to indulge in a little self-gratification to deal with my “stress” problems. I had received the instructions via email and was to follow them to secure both my restraint and my release. Of course, the entire episode will be filmed live on the web cam I had recently purchased for the viewing pleasure of my Mistress. ...

She would soon arrive and I must be ready for our game. I begin by stripping off my clothes quickly and placing them in a pile on the side of the basement room. Next to the clothing is a short black end table, upon which I place a pitcher of water, a glass, a riding crop, and a few lit candles. Knowing that she has picked these things to have ready for her, my gaze lingers on the candles, knowing full well the possibilities that lay in their flame. Shaking the thoughts from my head, I realize that making my preparations in the nude has started to get me in the mood, but after a few gentle strokes I stop myself. Wouldn’t want to spoil my appetite by sneaking cookies before dinner, would I? ...

I work over night so when I arrived home Monday morning the first thing I did is take the kids to school. It takes about 10 minutes. I did this and returned home. I noticed a note on the bed and so I read it. It said: “Take a shower and then tie yourself spread to the bed. Put 15 clips on your balls and shaft and use the clothshanger with clips on your nipples and tie off to the bed (it’s one of those metal hangers with clips to hold the cloths). Gag and blindfold yourself and wait. I am not sure how long this will last.” That was all it said. ...

My fiance needs the truck to go to work today… I gladly hand her my keys; which has the key to my handcuffs on the ring. Shortly after she takes off… a plan forms in my head. We both love to play various bondage games, both of us a ‘switch’ and she even likes me to dress in lingerie every now and again. This day, I wait for her to get to work and clean up around the house a bit. I wait until she only has 2 hours left on the clock and I jump in the shower for a quick rinse. ...

My fiance needs the truck to go to work today… I gladly hand her my keys; which has the key to my handcuffs on the ring. Shortly after she takes off… a plan forms in my head. We both love to play various bondage games, both of us a ‘switch’ and she even likes me to dress in lingerie every now and again. This day, I wait for her to get to work and clean up around the house a bit. I wait until she only has 2 hours left on the clock and I jump in the shower for a quick rinse. ...

continues from Angela’s Wedding Night The 747 from Barbados made a perfect touchdown at Heathrow Airport, bringing to an end the equally perfect honeymoon of a certain couple named Max and Angela Anders. They had had a wild three weeks of sex, adventure, sex, fine dining, sex, lazing at the beach, sex, and when they had the time, more sex. Not, however, the bondage that had brought them together. Given their passion for each other, it was Not Required On Voyage. ...

I was laying half on the floor and half in the air. The part of my body that was hanging in the air was about from my waist down. The upper half was pretty much face down on the carpet. The main reason, well honestly the only reason I was like that was because I couldn’t find the knife to cut myself down. Believe me it wasn’t such a wonderful position to be in. However, let me start from the beginning. ...

I love to look at myself in the mirror, especially when I know I look good. Now don’t get the wrong idea. I’m not a stuck up or vain man, when I look good I look good. No extra weight around my stomach, legs are better than average. Fantastic butt. I just wish other people could see me like this, or at least my wife. One more glance in the mirror. Black was my color. Shiny black spandex to be exact. The black footed tights I had on shaped my legs just right and the seams running from my toes up the back of the legs to the waist were as straight as you could get them. The tight spandex black leotard I had on over the tights fit perfectly. I looked as good as any woman I had seen wearing the same outfit. The crotch of the leotard didn’t show the bulge of my erect penis too much. I had tucked it down between my legs as far as I could. The only thing bad about that was that every time I moved there was so much pressure against my crotch I thought I would probably shoot off. ...

Nothing to do tonight. I’ve been divorced so long it seems like forever. So I do what I usually do when I’m bored and horny. I get the ropes and pantyhose out of the drawer and get ready to have some good intense orgasms. Self-bondage can make me have the most intense orgasms I have ever had. I don’t know if it’s the straining against the ropes are just not having any control. It’s just great. ...

I have been a player for many years and enjoy the helplessness of really secure bondage. I have collected many toys over the years, lots of rope, various gags, leather cuffs and harnesses, leg irons, nipple clamps, handcuffs (chain linked, hinged, rigid), thumbcuffs, hoods, sleepsacks and even a chastity belt. But I still find good tight rope bondage to be the most fun. The advantage of rope is there are no locks to jam, buckles to over tighten or keys to lose. Most people can untie knots or use scissors, snips or knives to release you. ...

(This is my first writing, comments welcome, please write to : jhe1411(at)web.de) URGENT ADVICE : Don’t try this alone unless you are sure what you are doing !!! Saturday morning after breakfast, having no plans for the day, I decided to do the housework as a chained slave and afterwards, do some stricter selfbondage. First of all, I took my whole bunch of keys and deposit them in my letterbox, which is located just behind the front door of the house. The house itself is divided into a small shop, 3 further offices and my apartment in the 4th floor. The shop will be opened until 16:00 hrs on Saturdays, the other offices will be closed, maybe the cleaning teams will show up. So for any use of the keys, I will have to wait at least to 16:30, maybe even longer, since you could see the mailboxes from outside the front door and as the house is located in the inner city, many people pass by until late in the evening. ...

This is a story of how I got the desire to dress in women’s clothing and my fetish desires. I have been dressing in women’s clothes for quite some time now. It started at a very young age and has continued into my adult years to the present. My dad was the one who started me on the road to wearing female clothes. I don’t know why I still do it, I guess it is a unconscious desire. I don’t really want to be a woman but only to wear the clothes of a woman. ...

This is a story of how I got the desire to dress in women’s clothing and my fetish desires. I have been dressing in women’s clothes for quite some time now. It started at a very young age and has continued into my adult years to the present. My dad was the one who started me on the road to wearing female clothes. I don’t know why I still do it, I guess it is a unconscious desire. I don’t really want to be a woman but only to wear the clothes of a woman. ...

First of all let me introduce myself - I’m Alan, apart from my interest in bondage I’m a perfectly normal guy in a normal job who likes the regular things in life, football, beer etc… This is the story of my life as the prisoner of the cruellest woman I’ve ever met, and I love every minute of it and have never been happier. The worst thing is - she does too! It all started out a few years ago as a perfectly normal relationship, I was single having just split up with the girlfriend I’d had since leaving university the previous year, she was nice enough, but I’d never brought up the subject of bondage with her - I think she’d have freaked out and left me quick smart if I had. Anyhow, I’d just left her and was quite rightly moping around in the typical single bachelor style of late nights watching the football with a curry and pint of lager in front of me. Then She happened. I was in the local corner shop getting some of the afore mentioned lager, She was standing at the counter talking to the shopkeeper. She was wearing the typical British Police uniform of the white blouse, dark heavy jumper with the bands for Her radio to clip on to, lower down She was wearing one of those just below the knee skirts, and of course the opaque black hose and flat shoes. She had dark hair pulled up in to a bun just under Her Police hat, and the most beautiful smile you’d ever seen! Since childhood I’d always had a thing for police women, I guess it was the authority and handcuffs which did it for me, not to mention the overall effect of their uniforms. It was kind of a blur, one minute I’m single enjoying life in my bachelor flat with the football and curry, the next thing I know I’m moving my stuff in with Her. I seemed to blink and a few months had gone by, and we were like the old married couples you see around, quite happy, but continually arguing about the stupidest of things. We were just living life, She was busy being a police woman, I was busy being the mediocre office worker that I was. Of course I always let Her win any argument and make the important decisions, after all She was earning more than me and well, I liked it that way. I’d get home in the evenings an hour or so before She did, so it was easy for me to fall into the traditional role of the “wife”, I’d cook dinner, have things ready for when She came home. She’d put her feet up afterwards whilst I did the washing and cleaning, then before bed I’d give Her a foot massage whilst She’d tell me what went on in the day, what kinds of arrests She’d made etc… Sex was normal enough, however I’d imagine Her arresting me and keeping me prisoner! One weekend I’d found myself alone, as she was on a training course due to finish on the Sunday. I was just knocking around doing the usual household stuff, and was quite bored by the end as you’d expect, after all She was away and my usual tasks of cooking dinner, listening to Her day simply weren’t needed. I decided to dig through some of the junk I’d still not got around to unpacking. Handcuffs. I found my old handcuffs and a few other bits of old self bondage equipment at the bottom of one of the boxes… As I was alone for the weekend (She wouldn’t be back until mid day on the Sunday), I decided to have a little fun! I was lucky enough that the bed we’d bought when I’d moved in was fitted with a solid wood slotted headboard, so with some glee I chained the cuffs to the top of the bed, and through the legs at the other end I threaded a thick chain with an unlocked padlock on either end. Before I got too excited I locked an adjustable chastity cuff on, it was one of those with the closed end metal tube and a handcuff for the locking mechanism. Now for the escape mechanism… I’d been reading up from various websites about what is known as an Ice Release, where you get a stocking, put some ice in the toe section, and slide a ring over the outside with your keys attached via a string; the idea being that when the ice melts the ring falls off and swings over to your waiting hands. Anyhow, I set this up, filling up one of Her stockings with the ice (I’d used a whole tray-full!) and tying it to the light in the middle of the room - I’d set it in such a manner that the keys would swing into my hands, eventually! I lay back on the bed for five minutes, my legs in a spread-eagled position, ankles next to the chains at the bottom, a couple of small open padlocks in my hand… My heart was going and I was sweating, after all since I’d known Her I’d not done anything like this! When I’d managed to muster my nerves and stop shaking I locked the chains around my spread ankles. Now I was trapped, there was no way I’d be able to stand up from this position to get the keys to unlock chains, I was committed! I lay back and applied a pair of nipple clamps, blindfolding myself and handcuffing my hands above my head before I managed to change my mind and remove the clamps. I double locked the cuffs with a paper clip and threw that on the floor. Head-trip, I was taking off for a good few hours of bound fun and there was nothing I could do about it, no way out, no matter what happened until the ice melted I wasn’t going anywhere. The clamps set my nipples on fire, ever breath drew more pain from that direction, even moving my upper body a little bounced them up and down; my best plan to avoid the pain was to stay absolutely still. Of course the chastity cuff had become tight and uncomfortable as soon as I’d locked the cuffs on and begun the trip! With the amount of ice I’d used, and the size of the ring holding the keys up there I figured I’d be like that for anything from four hours to six, a long session for the first time in a few years but I’d found in the past that the long ones always gave me the best head trip. I had no idea how long I’d been tied up when I heard the sound of keys in the door - She was back, her course must have finished early! My heart threatening to beat right out of my chest at that sound, I was straining to hear what I could, hoping she’d stay downstairs long enough for the ice to finish melting and for me to get free before being discovered in this predicament! I tried with desperation to remove the blindfold by rubbing the side of it against my stretched arms, try and try as I might it just wouldn’t come off, I’d done too good a job. When the ice is just about melted enough the keys will drop a little at a time, each time making the jangling noise, towards the end it tends to become more frequent as gravity overcomes the ice-grip. At last I heard the sound, it could only be a few more minutes until I was free, and She was still downstairs, I was safe! I swear it must have been a matter of seconds before the keys were going to drop when She walked into the room. It was dark in there, hell I was blindfolded so I certainly didn’t need the lights on, She dropped Her bags on the floor, and from what I can hear was just turning around to go back downstairs when the keys dropped with their jangling sound. I heard the flick of the light switch and a startled gasp as I was fumbling with the keys. I expected shouting, I expected questions, but no, when I’d gotten to and removed the blindfold she was just stood there in her uniform staring at me. I started to explain, I stammered “I can explain…”, she held up one hand and said she understood fully and I need say no more. You could have knocked me cold with a feather, as it was having her there with my legs still chained and my cock still encased in steel was beginning to excite me painfully. I was just fumbling to unlock the chastity device when She stepped forward, putting her foot firmly on my chest forcing me down taking the keys from my shaking hands, saying “You won’t be needing these any time soon, will you?”, smiling like the cat who’d had the cream! I was speechless, there were simply no words coming into my mind! I must have looked a picture there, Her pinning me firmly to the bed with Her foot. She moved to sit astride me pinning me with her full weight. At this point I was so excited the chastity device really started to hurt, She must have noticed, saying “Does this excite you, Alan? Do you want me to keep you here, at my mercy? Do you want to become my special prisoner?” I found my voice and stuttering “Yes, more than anything, I’ve wanted that since the moment I saw you.” “Me too” She whispered, climbing up, sitting on my chest, she locked my hands back in to the cuffs. “What, all this time, you wanted to keep me like this”? She whispered, bending down to my ear, “Yes, I saw the way you looked at me and knew eventually you’d be all mine, under my lock and key!” She grinned, shifting Her weight, rocking back and forth, almost ripping the nipple clamps and making me wince. “There is something missing with this though”, holding one finger to her lips in a thoughtful expression… A wicked glint came into her eye as She dismounted and walked over to Her bags returning with one which She placed between my legs. From the bag She produced a pair of Her tights, obviously worn, and a equally worn pair of panties. After slowly removing Her skirt, She rolled up the dirty pair of panties and rubbed them inside the panties she was wearing against Her mound. You can probably tell what came next (It wasn’t me - I was still locked up!), She put the now damp dirty panties in my mouth, slapping me on the cheek at the same time, then tightly tied the tights on, very effectively gagging me! Finally She replaced the blindfold and started to walk away. She paused on her way out of the room, turning, saying “Just call if you need anything, love”, quickly followed by a little giggle and “Oh wait, you can’t!” then walked out, shutting the door behind Her. I swear had it not been for the chastity device keeping me in firm control I would have exploded! This was it, the event which I’d waited and fantasised about for my entire adult life and it was coming true. ...

First of all let me introduce myself - I’m Alan, apart from my interest in bondage I’m a perfectly normal guy in a normal job who likes the regular things in life, football, beer etc… This is the story of my life as the prisoner of the cruellest woman I’ve ever met, and I love every minute of it and have never been happier. The worst thing is - she does too! It all started out a few years ago as a perfectly normal relationship, I was single having just split up with the girlfriend I’d had since leaving university the previous year, she was nice enough, but I’d never brought up the subject of bondage with her - I think she’d have freaked out and left me quick smart if I had. Anyhow, I’d just left her and was quite rightly moping around in the typical single bachelor style of late nights watching the football with a curry and pint of lager in front of me. Then She happened. I was in the local corner shop getting some of the afore mentioned lager, She was standing at the counter talking to the shopkeeper. She was wearing the typical British Police uniform of the white blouse, dark heavy jumper with the bands for Her radio to clip on to, lower down She was wearing one of those just below the knee skirts, and of course the opaque black hose and flat shoes. She had dark hair pulled up in to a bun just under Her Police hat, and the most beautiful smile you’d ever seen! Since childhood I’d always had a thing for police women, I guess it was the authority and handcuffs which did it for me, not to mention the overall effect of their uniforms. It was kind of a blur, one minute I’m single enjoying life in my bachelor flat with the football and curry, the next thing I know I’m moving my stuff in with Her. I seemed to blink and a few months had gone by, and we were like the old married couples you see around, quite happy, but continually arguing about the stupidest of things. We were just living life, She was busy being a police woman, I was busy being the mediocre office worker that I was. Of course I always let Her win any argument and make the important decisions, after all She was earning more than me and well, I liked it that way. I’d get home in the evenings an hour or so before She did, so it was easy for me to fall into the traditional role of the “wife”, I’d cook dinner, have things ready for when She came home. She’d put her feet up afterwards whilst I did the washing and cleaning, then before bed I’d give Her a foot massage whilst She’d tell me what went on in the day, what kinds of arrests She’d made etc… Sex was normal enough, however I’d imagine Her arresting me and keeping me prisoner! One weekend I’d found myself alone, as she was on a training course due to finish on the Sunday. I was just knocking around doing the usual household stuff, and was quite bored by the end as you’d expect, after all She was away and my usual tasks of cooking dinner, listening to Her day simply weren’t needed. I decided to dig through some of the junk I’d still not got around to unpacking. Handcuffs. I found my old handcuffs and a few other bits of old self bondage equipment at the bottom of one of the boxes… As I was alone for the weekend (She wouldn’t be back until mid day on the Sunday), I decided to have a little fun! I was lucky enough that the bed we’d bought when I’d moved in was fitted with a solid wood slotted headboard, so with some glee I chained the cuffs to the top of the bed, and through the legs at the other end I threaded a thick chain with an unlocked padlock on either end. Before I got too excited I locked an adjustable chastity cuff on, it was one of those with the closed end metal tube and a handcuff for the locking mechanism. Now for the escape mechanism… I’d been reading up from various websites about what is known as an Ice Release, where you get a stocking, put some ice in the toe section, and slide a ring over the outside with your keys attached via a string; the idea being that when the ice melts the ring falls off and swings over to your waiting hands. Anyhow, I set this up, filling up one of Her stockings with the ice (I’d used a whole tray-full!) and tying it to the light in the middle of the room - I’d set it in such a manner that the keys would swing into my hands, eventually! I lay back on the bed for five minutes, my legs in a spread-eagled position, ankles next to the chains at the bottom, a couple of small open padlocks in my hand… My heart was going and I was sweating, after all since I’d known Her I’d not done anything like this! When I’d managed to muster my nerves and stop shaking I locked the chains around my spread ankles. Now I was trapped, there was no way I’d be able to stand up from this position to get the keys to unlock chains, I was committed! I lay back and applied a pair of nipple clamps, blindfolding myself and handcuffing my hands above my head before I managed to change my mind and remove the clamps. I double locked the cuffs with a paper clip and threw that on the floor. Head-trip, I was taking off for a good few hours of bound fun and there was nothing I could do about it, no way out, no matter what happened until the ice melted I wasn’t going anywhere. The clamps set my nipples on fire, ever breath drew more pain from that direction, even moving my upper body a little bounced them up and down; my best plan to avoid the pain was to stay absolutely still. Of course the chastity cuff had become tight and uncomfortable as soon as I’d locked the cuffs on and begun the trip! With the amount of ice I’d used, and the size of the ring holding the keys up there I figured I’d be like that for anything from four hours to six, a long session for the first time in a few years but I’d found in the past that the long ones always gave me the best head trip. I had no idea how long I’d been tied up when I heard the sound of keys in the door - She was back, her course must have finished early! My heart threatening to beat right out of my chest at that sound, I was straining to hear what I could, hoping she’d stay downstairs long enough for the ice to finish melting and for me to get free before being discovered in this predicament! I tried with desperation to remove the blindfold by rubbing the side of it against my stretched arms, try and try as I might it just wouldn’t come off, I’d done too good a job. When the ice is just about melted enough the keys will drop a little at a time, each time making the jangling noise, towards the end it tends to become more frequent as gravity overcomes the ice-grip. At last I heard the sound, it could only be a few more minutes until I was free, and She was still downstairs, I was safe! I swear it must have been a matter of seconds before the keys were going to drop when She walked into the room. It was dark in there, hell I was blindfolded so I certainly didn’t need the lights on, She dropped Her bags on the floor, and from what I can hear was just turning around to go back downstairs when the keys dropped with their jangling sound. I heard the flick of the light switch and a startled gasp as I was fumbling with the keys. I expected shouting, I expected questions, but no, when I’d gotten to and removed the blindfold she was just stood there in her uniform staring at me. I started to explain, I stammered, “I can explain…”, she held up one hand and said she understood fully and I need say no more. You could have knocked me cold with a feather, as it was having her there with my legs still chained and my cock still encased in steel was beginning to excite me painfully. I was just fumbling to unlock the chastity device when She stepped forward, putting her foot firmly on my chest forcing me down taking the keys from my shaking hands, saying, “You won’t be needing these any time soon, will you?”, smiling like the cat who’d had the cream! I was speechless, there were simply no words coming into my mind! I must have looked a picture there, Her pinning me firmly to the bed with Her foot. She moved to sit astride me pinning me with her full weight. At this point I was so excited the chastity device really started to hurt, She must have noticed, saying, “Does this excite you, Alan? Do you want me to keep you here, at my mercy? Do you want to become my special prisoner?” ...

This is a true story in every details … if you are brilliant enough to see the dangers and you still feel confident that you can manage it safely … then try it! :) Its 5:00pm, time to go home, I had a very bad/boring/unpleasant/annoying day at work. Is it not how all good self-bondage experience should begin? I jump in my car and 10 minutes later I’m at home. I open the door, close the door… then lock the door. Locking yourself at home isn’t a sort of self-bondage? Maybe this is why it feel so good. ...

I have tried many experiments with self bondage and self inflicked pain, here are some examples which i hope you find interesting: 1.Obstacle course. Sbm; pain; stings; cons; XX As my partner has previously written i have a fetish with eggs bumping and grinding around my balls and penis, so this fun time began with me putting 18 eggs in my thong. Around my waist was my bondage belt to which i would connect my cuffed wrists to. Then i attached 3 clothes pegs to each nipple, to the middle peg which was firmly attached to the most sensitive point tied 4ft string lines to which i tied a shoe to each. I then snapped the padlocks to secure my wrists behind my back. ...

Not sure if one would classify this as self bondage, or regular bondage, I’ll let you be the judge. True story by the way. While I’ve been happily married for over 7 years now, it hasn’t been without some disappointments. Mainly my wife does not approve of my love for bondage. Though on occasion she bends enough to help me out. This scenario is one example. She is studying in our office at her desk while I stand behind her chair with rope in hand. Quietly I wrap it around my hardening penis, below my balls. Two wraps and several knots later it is tied securely. The other end of the rope is routed through a hook in the wall, three feet in front of me and 5 inches above the ground. I loop the rope through the hook and back towards me through a cinch tie a foot from me. Thus when one pulls on the rope end, it goes tighter but will not come loose! ...

I’m Penny … no, I’m Hank. I’m 185 pounds of ‘girlie man’ – a cross-dresser. I’m 6’1” tall and weigh 185 pounds, with a reasonably masculine shape except for a disproportionate amount of that weight concentrated in my boobs. When ‘the urge’ comes over me and I transform myself from Hank into Penny, the result is pretty nice if somewhat large- I mean, even for working farm girls my size is a bit much. ...

I’m Penny … no, I’m Hank. I’m 185 pounds of ‘girlie man’ – a cross-dresser. I’m 6’1” tall and weigh 185 pounds, with a reasonably masculine shape except for a disproportionate amount of that weight concentrated in my boobs. When ‘the urge’ comes over me and I transform myself from Hank into Penny, the result is pretty nice if somewhat large- I mean, even for working farm girls my size is a bit much. ...

(story continues from Mistress Ellen’s Academy 2) Chapter 3 – Bob and Betsy’s First Bondage Encounter – part 1 On Saturday morning I woke up early in spite of myself; I was anxious! After a leisurely shower and breakfast, I putzed around for a couple of hours before I finally decided to get ready. I’d laid out my clothes the day before (showing my anxiety, it’s true), so the black nylon stockings and matching-black garter belt were right at hand. Over this I pulled a pair of blue panties, smiling momentarily about how one of my teen-years boyfriends had expressed surprise at the panties going over the garter belt. He just hadn’t thought about whether I’d want to unfasten all that stuff just to get my underpants down to pee! ...

I was a bit tired of self-bondage and looked for ways to get others to secure me without necessarily knowing what they were involved in. I got the idea from an ad in the paper for one of the “massage parlors” and decided to try an idea. I had ascertained the cost - not cheap but if it worked, it would be worth the money - and prepared by putting on my cb-3000 chastity cage followed by a spandex unitard which was one size too big. I put on a collar and locked it in the back with a small padlock which also attached to the unitard’s zipper. ...

Slave follow the following directions. ‘Legs duct taped together at ankles, above and below the knees and at feet. Toes tied together with pull ties. Tie legs to foot of bed. Shaft pulled up and out. Inflatable Anal plug inserted and pumped up five pumps. Ass duct taped shut. Anal Vibrator turned to high. Shaft plugged with long plastic plug with vet wrap. One vibrator wrapped under head of shaft. One vibrator taped under ball sack. 10 small hair clips placed on shaft and 10 placed on balls. 10 zippered clothespins up the inside of each side, tied off to bed. 20 hair clips attached to stomach area. 20 Hair clips attached to each nipple area. Pump up Gag in mouth pumped up 5 times and your collar locked around your neck. Head wrapped, with blindfold and ear plugs. Wrists handcuffed to head of bed.’ ...

What was I thinking, I should never of been so foolish to set myself up like this. The truth is I wanted to make my fantasies come to life, and now my deepest, hormone filled dreams were all too real. Sam logged on to the alt.com site and checked his email, another message from the Dom to put him through his paces Sam hoped. The message left instructions on a hotel to meet, and how the meeting was looked forward to. This would be the first meeting, and though they had exchanged numerous emails, thoughts, fantasies and even some pictures, this was going to be one hundred percent real. ...

What was I thinking, I should never of been so foolish to set myself up like this. The truth is I wanted to make my fantasies come to life, and now my deepest, hormone filled dreams were all too real. Sam logged on to the alt.com site and checked his email, another message from the Dom to put him through his paces Sam hoped. The message left instructions on a hotel to meet, and how the meeting was looked forward to. This would be the first meeting, and though they had exchanged numerous emails, thoughts, fantasies and even some pictures, this was going to be one hundred percent real. ...

Part One Eddie sets the Cosmopolitans down at their little table and nervously scratched his full beard as he surveys the scene with his new girlfriend Gloria. He takes a deep breath and braces for the reaction he suspects will follow. “Gloria?” “Gloria?” This time he taps his girlfriend gently on the shoulder. Gloria is busy chatting it up with a suave looking guy seated at the next table. “Oh, whadda ya want, Eddie?… You know this guy over here is a diamond appraiser!” ...

In Memorium - Elaine H. (1949-1999) Elaine was a morbidly obese slut, but she was a kind, nonjudgmental morbidly obese slut who accepted herself as she was. She knew about all my kinks and bondage in particular; she didn’t really go for them, for herself preferring cuddling and foreplay and enthusiastic fucking, but she accepted what I saw in them. She’d been out of the area for almost a year, and last week she called to let me know that she was returning in a couple of days. We made plans for her to come up from Virginia and visit me at my place in Baltimore this weekend. ...

In Memoriam – Elaine H., 1949-1999 Part 2 – She Rescues Me Again My girlfriend Elaine, as mentioned previously, is a morbidly obese slut, but she’s a kind, non-judgmental morbidly obese slut who tolerates my self-bondage fetish. She doesn’t really enjoy bondage or self-bondage herself, but she appreciates that I do and plays my games just because she’s my friend and she enjoys playing games with me - and if they happen to be sexual games, so much the better, because she’s a slut. Because of the way she plays along with my kinks, I use her as an ‘escape mechanism’ for inescapable self-bondage; I don’t have to worry about complex timers and the like to eventually free myself. I don’t ‘use her’ in a degrading sense- we always end up having a lot of fun and great sex. Elaine also packs a huge pair of tits (somewhere in the four-foot range, big even for a fat girl), a colossal ass, and has a delightful way of completely losing her inhibitions about her body not being ‘model perfect’. ...

First off, let me say that I have been into bondage all my life. One of my first memories as a child is curling myself into a ball in the bottom of a sleeping bag, then rolling around, trying to make it as difficult as possible to get out. I must have been four or five years old. Through the years my attempts at self-bondage got better, more and more effective. Thankfully, I never got totally stuck, although I came very close on several occasions. ...

Bill was in control of one of the largest corporations in America. His life was broken up into three separate parts. One part was with his beautiful rich wife. The second part was his love of bondage.. The last part of his life was his work. His wife didn’t enjoy his sexual fetish. She knew that he was into bondage but she wanted no part of it. When her father died she inherited the company. She put me in charge and I’ve been running the corporation for three years. ...

Let me start out telling you all about my married life, I am very much into bondage the stricter the better, my wife is not, she just isn’t into it and spends too much time trying to understand why someone would ever want to be bound and gagged. Because she doesn’t understand why I like to be tied up in bondage, therefore she doesn’t like it. I can at times get her to hold my keys or do a little, (very little) I know that with her holding the keys release is easier than the old ice cube release, even if I remotely sound like I want out and it’s done, no begging, no worries, but it is a rush sometimes to pretend she may this time not let me out, (its never happened) but hey I can dream can’t I? ...

I am a true rubber devotee. I own a house which is both my home and my office. Upstairs I have a hidden room which contains my rubber garments, about 150 of them. And I have plenty of time to enjoy it; working as a consultant on long-term projects, I can decide when I want to work and when I want to relax in rubber. My favorite way to relax is to dress in a few rubber garments after lunch and work on my computer for a few hours. ...

Max had put on his favorite rubber outfit: several latex underpants, two pairs of long latex gloves, a thin latex hood and a heavier on top of it, two rubber suits, rubber boots, two rubber overalls, a gasmask, a pair of heavy rubber jeans and a heavy rubber raincoat. He checked the locks in the harness of the gasmask and in the belt of the raincoat; they were secure. He would stay in rubber for several hours, the locks made sure of that. ...

Wet Country For two weeks each spring I rent a cottage. It is not an area where you would ordinarily vacation, for there is hardly ever any sunshine. In fact it rains almost constantly there during that time of the year. Which is just fine with me. The cottage is quite remote, in a wooded area. I pack every rubber garment I own into my van and drive there on Monday morning. I get to the cottage about noon and spend a good hour moving in. Every closet in the place gets filled with rubber and what is left over I hang on the walls or drape over furniture. By about 2 p.m. I am ready. I dress in two rubber suits, rubber boots, rubber gloves and a latex hood with an inflatable gag and a gas mask. Then I put on a heavy rubber trench coat with a wide belt. Two padlocks make it impossible for me to get out of the rubber, one for the belt and one for the neck-strap of the coat. Then I go for a long walk in the rain. ...

The rain started shortly after 8 p.m. George turned on his computer and searched for the weather forecast. Two days of rain, it said. Ideal. He went to his rubber wardrobe and started dressing. First a pair of latex briefs with a detailed attachment for the penis and balls and a thin, long rubber tube at the tip. Next a thin rubber suit with an opening in the crotch. He pulled the tube and his private parts through the opening. Then he pulled a latex mask over his head; the mask had a soft gag, with a breathing tube through the center. ...

I decided to try a little self-bondage with teasing and denial. I began to prepare myself. I laced a very thin shoelace around by balls then criss-crossed laced it very tightly down the length of my cock. As my cock began to swell the lacing dug into its length and restricted its growth, sheer torment. I inserted a large vibrating plug into my ass then put on a leather thong that held it in place. The thong was crotch less leaving my laced balls and cock exposed and unsatisfied. I place a large ball gag into my mouth and tighten its leather strap securing it in place. ...

I have been into self-bondage for more years that I wish to admit. I started as a child by wrapping ACE bandages around my cock and balls to masturbate. It was a wonderful experience. The tightness of the bandages made for very intense orgasms. I discovered early on that it felt even better if I shoved a candle up my bun hole. As I got older, I discovered other things, too, such as my mother’s girdles. I suppose that was my first step towards mummification since it fitted so tightly about my waist. She used the panty girdle style, and they fit very snuggly in my crotch, which was also a good thing. ...

Ah, the things you will do to write a story. All I was trying to do was finish up part two of the story “Surprise Package”. I ended up with an adventure I had to write about instead. I just wish I had pictures to go along with it. Maybe I will do it all over again and get some pictures._ I got up this morning and with everyone else in the house gone, I figured it would be a great time to dress to the hilt and finish up part two of the story. So off I went, shaved all over, put some makeup on, and slipped into this purple top and brown skirt. Of course you can’t forget about the nylons, shoes, fixing the hair and then just a touch of perfume! As always I was in heaven. ...

Felix went into his study and locked the door. It wasn’t really necessary, his wife was out of town, the front and back doors were locked and there was no-one else in the house. But it never hurt to be extra cautious. He stepped behind his desk and pushed a button hidden in one of the many book-shelves. A section swiveled open and revealed a passage-way with stairs descending below ground level. He entered, turned on the light, closed the bookshelf behind him and walked down the stairs. ...

A few years ago, I wrote about my uneventful visit to a local dungeon. I had been thinking aabout a return and waiting for the right time, which included wife out of town and nice weather. It finally arrived, but with a different destination. Now we had a new place which featured both massage and domination, so why not give that a try. The first thing I did was to put a chastity cage on my private parts, a cb-3000. (I like to wear this when the wife is not home; she doesn’t know about it.) Before I snapped the lock, I put a one-inch ring thru the hasp. Then I put on a spandex unitard - - which the wife also does not know about - - and locked the zipper in back to the collar I added; the collar had a separate locking buckle and leash loop. I put a small combination luggage lock through the hasp and a regular small padlock joining the zipper tab and the leash loop. ...

Hi.. Firstly thanks for this excellent website, it has not only been enjoyable to read but it given us great ideas too.It is nice to know that there are other people with the same likes. Here is a true story of how I discovered my husband in self bondage. It is a little tame compared to some of your other stories,but i hope it is good enough for you to use. ...

My second trashbag story, combining my love of self bondage and discovery, along with being objectified and bagged - hope you enjoy. I had the day to myself, a rare day off during the working week and my wife was working today, the house was mine. After eating breakfast and some cleaning up, throwing some garbage into a bag in the kitchen that I would place in the bin later, I decided to check my emails. They turned out to be mostly spam and other junk mail, then there was one that sparked my curiosity, clicking on the link lead me to a story about someone being enclosed in a garbage bag and dumped. The story was on some group and clicking on the links I found several more stories that contained various forms of play involving trash, dumpster and most important of all - bondage. ...

WARNING Do NOT try this at home, the story is presented here as a fantasy only, to attempt this in real life will result in injury or death. My second trashbag story, combining my love of self bondage and discovery, along with being objectified and bagged - hope you enjoy. I had the day to myself, a rare day off during the working week and my wife was working today, the house was mine. After eating breakfast and some cleaning up, throwing some garbage into a bag in the kitchen that I would place in the bin later, I decided to check my emails. They turned out to be mostly spam and other junk mail, then there was one that sparked my curiosity, clicking on the link lead me to a story about someone being enclosed in a garbage bag and dumped. The story was on some group and clicking on the links I found several more stories that contained various forms of play involving trash, dumpster and most important of all - bondage. ...

Vicky and I had been together for nine or ten months and we shared an interest in tight, inescapable bondage. As we both enjoyed being bound we had agreed set days as gaoler and prisoner. Vicky had been introduced to bondage by a previous boyfriend and had only ever been the helpless prisoner. I had to teach her how to cinch ropes and tie knots, so we used a lot of leather restraints and handcuffs. I had been practicing self bondage for years and had built up quite a collection of bondage gear and gags. Vicky jealously guarded ‘her’ days, and would not tie me on those days no matter how hard I pleaded. I on the other hand was delighted to truss her up while I took breaks on ‘my’ days. As Vicky worked she needed to keep up with the ‘soaps’ to maintain the office chit chat, so I often chair tied her in front of the TV with a posture collar and headphones to ensure she paid attention. This let me sneak off for short solo sessions without her knowing (or so I thought). ...

My safety person When you are into self bondage, sometimes having a safety person is a good thing, as I learned last night. I have been into self bondage since my early teenage years. Since I got married, my wife has served as my safety person and until now I have not had to rely on her to let me loose. Last night I told my wife I planned to tie myself up in our basement using ice in a stocking to drop the keys. I asked her to check on me if I was not free in 3-4 hours. My wife was planning on going to bed but she said she would check on me when she woke up to go pee (She usually does in the middle of the night). ...

Part 1 The last few months had been nothing but work work work and it was exciting to have some rest and relaxation to look forward to again. It was Christmas Eve and two… Good friends were coming over to visit from out of state to stay the long holiday weekend with me. I’d promised them both a look at my rather extensive collection of bondage toys, the idea of which was almost as exciting for me as it was for my guests, as it had been quite some time since I’d really had a chance to play with even the simplest toys. ...

David was tired of Christmas shopping; of cruising the parking lots looking for a space to park, of trying to find suitable presents for his many relatives, and of struggling through the crowds of people. He decided he needed to clear his mind; to get away to somewhere quieter and more peaceful. It was late on Sunday morning, a few days before Christmas, a fine cold day with a clear blue sky and a chilling wind. He drove out to Johnson Park and parked his aging Ford Mustang in the lot near the entrance. There was one other car in the lot, parked near the trailhead. As he passed he couldn’t help noticing the two lovers in the front seat, entwined in a passionate embrace. He felt a twinge of jealously and wondered if he would ever find love. ...

Home Alone – A Weekend of Self-Bondage Play I recently had that rare opportunity to indulge in satisfying several of my ideas. I live with my wife and young adult son, so I don’t have as many chances to indulge myself as I’d like. My wife doesn’t approve of my play, and it isn’t the kind of thing most people share with their children, no matter how old they are. To my amazement, events came together so that both would be out of town from Friday until Sunday. I was scheduled to work Friday, Saturday, and Sunday evenings, but figured there would still be time to have some fun. ...

What a long bus ride, only 3 hours but the anticipation of what was to come drove me mad. i get off the bus and check into a hotel. i call you as you ordered me to let you know i have arrived. i am told to be dressed and bound in some way. You tell me not to disappoint you or i will be sorry. i have 2 hours you tell me. ...

What a long bus ride, only 3 hours but the anticipation of what was to come drove me mad. i get off the bus and check into a hotel. i call you as you ordered me to let you know i have arrived. i am told to be dressed and bound in some way. You tell me not to disappoint you or i will be sorry. i have 2 hours you tell me. ...

I have been into cross dressing and tight inescapable bondage for as long as I can remember, and my need to push the envelope got stronger all the time. The times of dressing up and binding myself at home were long gone as far as the ultimate excitement. Now I found myself going out into the outside world, where the risk of been seen were much greater. Thanks to the internet and such places as the sub shop, and of course E bay, I had gathered an extensive collection of toys, restraints, and clothes. My favorites include the body hugging lyra exeunt cat suits, and well pretty much anything tight. ...

I have been into cross dressing and tight inescapable bondage for as long as I can remember, and my need to push the envelope got stronger all the time. The times of dressing up and binding myself at home were long gone as far as the ultimate excitement. Now I found myself going out into the outside world, where the risk of been seen were much greater. Thanks to the internet and such places as the sub shop, and of course E bay, I had gathered an extensive collection of toys, restraints, and clothes. My favorites include the body hugging lycra exeunt cat suits, and well pretty much anything tight. ...

Chapter One: Volunteered My legs trembled with nervous energy as I stepped out of the shower. I had less than an hour to get dressed and catch a bus for down town. I’ve been nearly sick with anxiety all morning, and I had no way of contacting my sub to cancel our meeting. That phrase, “my sub”, sounded so foreign to me. He would be waiting for me at a fetish club downtown. We had some time reserved in a private play room. I’ve never acted as a Dom for anyone before. I did have a couple of experiences with boyfriends tying me up, but they just didn’t understand what I wanted out of the experience. I guess that was as much my fault as theirs. Growing up, I always felt deeply ashamed of my self-bondage experiences, and I found it difficult to share with people what I did, let alone why I liked it. ...

The Problem I don’t know how I got into this “trashcan” fetish; after all I hate the smell. I never thought of trash as anything sensual, as a matter of fact it isn’t too sensual in the least bit; it simply sits there. It doesn’t care, it festers. Trash is the total lack of emotional embrace. Trash cares not who you are - it remains unaffected by your status as a human being. In the end you are just as significant as the next piece of garbage; you bring no higher value into the trash than any other object does. ...

Hi, my name is Don. I’ve been into bondage (pun intended) since I was thirteen and at a boy’s two week summer camp, but that’s another story. I live with my wife Jane and eighteen year old daughter, Janie, who is in her second year of college. We have a four bedroom house, one of which has been converted to a den with two couches and a TV. There is a swimming pool in our back yard which is surrounded by a six foot fence on all sides. Nudity is not an issue in our house and you are likely to find any one of us running around in the altogether at any time. Jane is a little more reserved than Janie or me. In fact, on warm summer weekends, I usually shed my clothes on Friday when I get home from work and don’t put them back on until Monday morning. Janie almost never wears clothes after her bath in the evening until the next morning. ...

Terrell stood in front of the magazine rack at the airport scanning the covers and wondering which one to buy for the flight. Two distinct groups of women looked back at him; a set of smiling faces from the women’s magazines, and a set of pouting ones from the men’s. They were all beautiful, their faces uniformly blemish free and perfectly made up. The principal differences between the groups being their hair and clothes. The hair of the first set was generally immaculate, whereas that of the second was tousled. The clothes of the former were considerably less revealing than those of the latter. ...

I have been into self bondage for years, since I hit puberty. Due to not having a trusted partner, self bondage is a must. I remember a gradual descent into different bondage situation, like a cloth gag from the Detective Stories and the movies, to rope and ball gags. I really never was able to “get stuck” without some help. I did not like the feel of handcuffs, because there is no real hope with them, you click, they stick, and you need a key to get out. I have always liked the feel of rope on my skin, the struggling with the ropes being defiant, to me that is bondage! I would always tie myself up and easily get out after I had “finished.” and cleaned up. ...

There is a saying in the UK that “Whilst the Cat’s away the mice will play. This is a true story about the afternoon I have just had. I hope you like it. I have been into BDSM for some time, but being married to a lovely wife who doesn’t share my interest in the slightest the only avenues I have available are either professional dominatrix or self bondage. Pro doms cost money, so are a rare treat…..leaving self bondage! ...

I have an inn that I am converting to condominiums. The real estate agent can, at any time, show the empty condos. Out of courtesy, she lets me know ahead of time so that I can make sure they are dusted. I have to tell of an exciting (now) experience that happened to me in one of the unsold condominiums. I am a man who loves to dress in sexy black lingerie, black stockings, 5 inch high heels, a short tight fitting dress, wig and heavy makeup. (When I am dressed, I am very hot looking, it is quite exciting). ...

I have an inn that I am converting to condominiums. The real estate agent can, at any time, show the empty condos. Out of courtesy, she lets me know ahead of time so that I can make sure they are dusted. I have to tell of an exciting (now) experience that happened to me in one of the unsold condominiums. I am a man who loves to dress in sexy black lingerie, black stockings, 5 inch high heels, a short tight fitting dress, wig and heavy makeup. (When I am dressed, I am very hot looking, it is quite exciting). ...

I enjoy reading the self-bondage stories posted on your site. I really enjoy them if they are real. Hopefully, you have read my introduction and have an understanding of who I am. This is a true story about a self-bondage session that I did a few years ago. For a while I had not been as satisfied with my self-bondage positions. Either I ended up getting out prematurely or the realism wasn’t there. We had an open house to help with on a Saturday. I went early to help set up and my wife came by later. We spent some time together and I told her that I was going home to get changed and we could go out to dinner later. I would be back in 2 hours. ...

I have been enjoying stories on this web site for a good number of years. I have never contributed but now I would like to. Before I do, though, I’d like to have the opportunity to give you a little introduction first because after taking that first big step, I have several stories that I’d like to share. Most of my stories are true although I do have some stories that I have made up, but will state that in the beginning. ...

My wife was out of town for a month tending to her sick mother, and I was needing “relief,” more than my self-bondage would give me. (She knows nothing about my dark side!) I picked up a copy of a local free guide to “adult entertainment” and noticed a coupon for half-price at a massage parlor, which also mentioned domination in the ad. I drove over there to check the place out and it looked perfect - - isolated with lots of trees. First, I wrote a note: ...

I’ve been into bondage for many years, mostly frustratingly so, with no partner because I was afraid of the rejection if I mentioned that I would like to be tied up or tie up someone. My wife refused to participate the one time I dare ask her. One more thing, the couple next door are gay guys. I am not, but . . . . Alone for a week with my wife on a separate vacation to her mother’s home across the country, and the kids working for the summer at the beach, I decided to have some fun with self-bondage as I had before marriage. Yup, I remembered most of the techniques, as few as I had developed. ...

I had thought of everything, I was very thorough in my preparations. The dumpster would be delivered on Thursday afternoon, and would stay till Wednesday evening, around 3:00-4:00pm. I would have time to play my games inside the dumpster all that time. I had gone to the store and gotten 55 gallon trashcan liners, the heavy reinforced ones, two boxes. My house was full of old things to throw out, but I took the last four months looking for garbage that I could stuff into the dumpster and not get hurt by. ...

I enjoy bondage, and if I can’t find someone to help out, it has to be self-bondage. Not always a good idea, especially when ‘The best laid plans of mice and men gang aft a gley’ (with apologies to Robert Burns). In other words, if something can go wrong, it will go wrong. I remember one occasion when it did just that, but with a not altogether unsatisfactory ending as it eventually turned out. ...

This is an account of a selfbondage scene I did about one year ago. All of this is true and factual, and this was a very intense scene. I will recall all the details that I can. Ever since reading a story that involved an enema during a selfbondage scene, I wanted to try it. The story was of a female who had much more equipment than I, but I knew that I could do it and make it work. ...

I’d like to tell you about a very scary experience I had in TV self bondage. It was not long after my interest in TV bondage had become very strong that I felt a need for outdoor bondage photos. At that time I had never met another TV, much less been tied by one. Also, my wife does not participate, so all of my bondage is self applied. The location was southern Alabama in the mid-60’s. You didn’t want to get caught because there were no liberals in Alabama in those days. ...

What a day this was finally going to be. I could just relax, unwind and most of all have peace and quiet with no one around to distract me from doing absolutely nothing but some small yard work, swim in the pool or just do whatever it is that I wanted. The weather was beyond perfect on this June day at a warm but pleasant 26C with a mild wind and no one home. You see after a very long week at work and with my wife’s 24 year old younger sister moving in with us for the summer, time was at a premium. ...

Hi – one of my online names is Stephanie_CD, and as you can probably guess, I’m a cross-dresser. Then again, sometimes I’m a transvestite complete with wig and makeup. Of course, since crossdressing doesn’t come up that often in casual conversation, it’s not something that many people know about. As a matter of fact, bondage and self-bondage seldom come up in casual conversation either, so few know about THAT side of me, either! Occasionally, I combine the two activities, and I decided to relate something from last week in the hopes that others might enjoy it or get some ideas from it._ ...

Hi – one of my online names is Stephanie_CD, and as you can probably guess, I’m a cross-dresser. Then again, sometimes I’m a transvestite complete with wig and makeup. Of course, since crossdressing doesn’t come up that often in casual conversation, it’s not something that many people know about. As a matter of fact, bondage and self-bondage seldom come up in casual conversation either, so few know about THAT side of me, either! Occasionally, I combine the two activities, and I decided to relate something from last week in the hopes that others might enjoy it or get some ideas from it._ ...

So I am stuck once more. All because I though I was clever and had planned for every eventuality. I had gone to a party with my wife. Some weeks prior to that we had been talking about our bar manageress! She was an awful cow who not many really liked. She was efficient at her job, but a real jobs worth! She had her friends and that was it, nobody mattered. ...

Part One I’m a guy with my very own great pair of tits. For whatever reason, Mother Nature decided to bless me with- in addition to the normal body and genitalia of a man- a round, high pair of breasts and sensitive nipples. I’m not an expert in the human anatomy, but part of it is genetic, inherited. My ‘anatomic extras’ developed in high school. Locker rooms were torture and my social life was nonexistent because I couldn’t bear the thought of getting naked and exposing my breasts to a girl, and that’s how I ended up a 36-year-old virgin on the south side of Milwaukee. ...

Part Three Naturally, having been blessed with such a playtime gift as my boobs, bras are a favorite toy and adornment, and since I’ve gotten entangled in the web of bondage, breast bondage came naturally. I decided, while playing with a collection of my toys and a length of rope, to weave a ‘bondage bra’ for myself. While browsing through the assorted sleazy magazines through which an unattached male usually winds up browsing, I’d seen pictures of babes with their tits bound, with varying degrees of stringency and/or realism. (Usually very bosomy babes- who’s interested in looking at pictures of flat-chested babes with their tits bound?) The worst (which wasn’t exactly miserable) showed a big-boobed bimbo with two ropes draped loosely around her chest, and the best showed serious loving bondage which showcased the lady’s bound breasts. I always read the stories that came with them, which usually described in erotic detail how they dreaded and loved the experience of being bound, and how the bondage made her breasts feel. ...

Part 5 - Saturday Evening I had to say, it was not a pretty sight. At least I would have said it, if not for the gag in my mouth. Black hose led up from the black open-toed shoes, interrupted by horizontal lines of white rope at the ankles and above and below the knees, all neatly cinched. The black skirt was barely long enough to cover the tops of the hose, and white rope was threaded through the belt loops at the waist. More rope above and below the breasts pressed the white button-down shirt so tight that you could tell it covered a black bra even if the buttons hadn’t been open far enough to see the front clasp. A black collar with D-ring in front matched the black ball gag which stretched dark red lips. Dark brunette hair fell across the forehead, covered most of the ears, and cascaded to about the middle of the neck. It should have been quite a sight, but even the expert makeup application by Fran couldn’t hide the fact that this was a man dressed as a women. ...

Part 6 - Sunday Morning It was still dark when the women got up on Sunday. This time, I got the first shower, with Fran assisting again, then Barb and Julie showered in that order. Julie helped Fran dress me and Barb helped with the makeup. I had a bit of a knot in my stomach, sure something I wasn’t looking forward to was in store for me. Today I was dressed in a black button-down dress, held with a black cloth belt, and so short it barely covered my ass cheeks. It was opened to show my black bra, stuffed with the breast forms. Sheer pantyhose, with no panties, covered me from the waist down and I once again wore the low heels. The wig was the last detail to go on, securely stretched over my head so it wouldn’t come off. I was once again a transformed into a man dressed as a woman, my hands were tied behind my back, and we headed for the door. ...

I am embarrassed. Everyone is looking at me, pointing and laughing. No wonder. I must look a right sight to them! I am being dragged around the town in my tutu, white tights, and a little tiara on my head along with the ballet shoes. My hands have been strapped tightly behind my back, hands to elbow. I had my hair pulled back into a bun style like a real ballerina does. ...

I am embarrassed. Everyone is looking at me, pointing and laughing. No wonder. I must look a right sight to them! I am being dragged around the town in my tutu, white tights, and a little tiara on my head along with the ballet shoes. My hands have been strapped tightly behind my back, hands to elbow. I had my hair pulled back into a bun style like a real ballerina does. ...

Why the hell wasn’t the maid coming down? I had placed her money on top of the note I had written; she could not possibly have missed it. I heard her walking about. She had finished using the vacuum cleaner, but still was not coming down. My note said to come down immediately. But perhaps, I thought hopefully, she only picked up her money at the end when she had finished cleaning. She would read it then. That must be it. ...

I recently took a vacation to a town where a friend of mine lives due to some work related stuff. I haven’t seen my friend for almost two year’s and I looked forward to seeing her. We had always been close to each other and had a special friendship, which allowed us to be there for each other without getting lost in the throws of a relationship. She had moved away and we had always kept in touch with each other, a call every month was always welcomed and we understood that when we got together, it was like we had never been apart. I would always call her first whenever anything important was facing my life. I always appreciated her views and opinions and considered her my mentor in many ways. I was always thrilled to hear about the many different projects she had been working on, and it was apparent that her decision to move away was a wise one. She was extremely successful, both professionally and financially. She was very secure, stable and beyond beautiful with her long hair and seductive Librarian look. I never envied her success but knew that she was destined to be more than the average woman. ...

This morning I awoke, horny as all hell. I looked over at my wife of the past 35+ years and she was sleeping in the nude and glistened in the golden rays of the sunrise. It was Sunday, the one day of the week we sleep late, so I did not want to wake her I just wanted to hold my lust in check while watching her. Remember that Techie is my keyholder too I sleep with my cock controlled with a Chastilock. I order for me to even have an erection I have to wake her to get the key to unlock my sex. ...

This story is a follow on from Mistress Melinda’s tale “Absolute Trust” I am writing this at the request of my neighbour. The title is her request but I am not sure why. She told me all would soon become clear and I have been given an e-mail address to send the piece to. I have to admit; curiosity has gotten the better of me so here goes. What happens is my account of a situation I recently found myself in. I suppose the best place to start is some background. I’m 49YO but I keep fit by competing in Masters Athletics as a runner. I have been happily married for 26 odd years, have 4 children ranging in ages from the oldest, a girl, 18, next, another girl, 16, yet another girl, 12 and my son, age 8. I’ve managed to have a pretty good life in spite of being financially challenged for most of it. I work 2 jobs, full time professional driver all week and do retail sales on most weekends. I know, it’s not an ideal existence but we are doing it for the children. Not being in a situation where buying our own home is possible, we are forced to rent. That means, we often have to move. Our last move saw us living as neighbours to a lovely young lady called Melinda. ...

For years I have been into self bondage and cross dressing because I could not find any playmates. I got married and found marrying vanilla does not improve your fetishes, it suppresses your true feelings. My wife does not appreciate my fetishes and merely attributes them to immature afflictions. I now have to wait for my spouse to leave the house before I can exercise my self bondage lifestyle. I recently had a scare and now realize more planning is necessary before I do any more self bondage. ...

For years I have been into self bondage and cross dressing because I could not find any playmates. I got married and found marrying vanilla does not improve your fetishes, it suppresses your true feelings. My wife does not appreciate my fetishes and merely attributes them to immature afflictions. I now have to wait for my spouse to leave the house before I can exercise my self bondage lifestyle. I recently had a scare and now realize more planning is necessary before I do any more self bondage. ...

Part One Al, already naked, finished tying his ankles securely to the legs of the sofa and pulled himself to his feet. He clipped the short piece of clothesline, already snugly knotted around his ballsack, to a clock weight resting on the seat cushion. He had measured the rope carefully, and there were precisely three inches of slack. He pulled himself up and packed his mouth with a carefully-selected pair of his wife’s panties, fresh out of the hamper and not fresh – just what he wanted. They were full-fashioned cotton bloomers- good for mouth packing and jacking off, but poor fantasy material. Maybe one of these years she’s try on one of his gifts from Victoria’s Secret, but Al wasn’t hopeful. ...

This is a story about my experiences in exploring self-bondage. I am normally a dominant male who enjoys placing submissive women in restrictive bondage for prolonged periods. I had always wondered what it felt like to bound and helpless, so I began exploring self-bondage. As you know, the trick with self-bondage is to make the release reliable and foolproof, although I would prefer to give control of my release to someone I trust. ...

I have read a lot of stories about self bondage. I am pretty good at it myself. Here is a true story. My bondage fun started a long time ago, and to this day I get to enjoy it on a regular basis. I decided to try some self bondage in public. The fear of getting caught is a real thrill. Still I had not planned on getting caught, but the possibility is always there! As I always want to be the damsel in distress and I do dress and pass as a female in public I got this idea…. ...

We drove. I tried to look out the windows, but the cuffs on my elbows plus being handcuffed to the chain around my waist behind my back made things very hard to do, in the end I just gave up and laid there. I listened to the radio station she was listening to. Not bad music I thought. My body was really starting to ache from all the bondage I was in. I had done it up real good this time. I had only intended to get a real thrill out of this little adventure, now I found myself in a bad position. Better than the police I thought. ...

It’s about 5am and I have just got in from a first date with a rather lovely young lady. I am a cross dresser and enjoy a bit of bondage and the way she was dressed plus the signals coming from her indicate she might not be adverse to a few games. Being a first date I was not willing to push it too far, but have come home very frustrated. I have been mesmerized all night by her tottering about on really high stiletto heels. ...

Her slave was driving her crazy. He keep asking to be made a mummy. She would do it and it would not be strict enough or hard enough. She had, had enough. She ordered him to handcuff himself to the bed, blindfold himself and wait for her. She would fix him once and for all. He followed her instructions and waited handcuffed to the bed. He was nude and had used veet to remove all the hair from his body, including his head. His skin was soft because of the veet he used last night. ...

2006 Shadowplay Imaging Mummification Story Contest Entrant This is the tale of being caught out during a self bondage session. My wife, Anne, will join in my games occasionally, but not as often as I would like, and is more playful as a sub in bondage, rather than enjoying my taste for rubber and bondage. Although she is quite understanding of my self bondage sessions; while she is out at work, she likes to know when I am up to my solo pleasures. ...

Terry was pleased with himself. He had decorated the living room. New wood floor, new wallpaper, ceiling had been painted. He had lights that were turned on and off by a “zapper”. A new 40 inch LCD television on the wall. He had a brand new telephone that he had put on the coffee table. What more could he want. All he had to do now was clear up the mess. But that gave him an idea. If he was to put himself into strict bondage, with all the materials hanging around, it would look like he had been shoved into a store room and left. He thought that was brilliant idea that would add atmosphere to his bondage. There was the paste table, the ends of the wallpaper, the yardstick, the buckets of paste, and paint. A large strip of sticky backed plastic about 18 inches square was lying in the floor. He had brought several brooms into the room and left them standing against the paste table. It looked a right mess. All the furniture except the old coffee table was removed from the room. The coffee table was going to be thrown away so Terry had used it to stand on to paint the ceiling. ...

Slave follow the following directions. ‘Legs duct taped together at ankles, above and below the knees and at feet. Toes tied together with pull ties. Tie legs to foot of bed. Shaft pulled up and out. Inflatable Anal plug inserted and pumped up five pumps. Ass duct taped shut. Anal Vibrator turned to high. Shaft plugged with long plastic plug with vet wrap. One vibrator wrapped under head of shaft. One vibrator taped under ball sack. 10 small hair clips placed on shaft and 10 placed on balls. 10 zippered clothespins up the inside of each side, tied off to bed. 20 hair clips attached to stomach area. 20 Hair clips attached to each nipple area. Pump up Gag in mouth pumped up 5 times and your collar locked around your neck. Head wrapped, with blindfold and ear plugs. Wrists handcuffed to head of bed.’ ...

I walked up the path to the back of the house, the route I always took so as not to attract attention. Using the key I had been provided with I let myself in. walking to the cupboard in the corner I opened it and removed all my clothes and placed them inside, taking an unlocked padlock from inside the cupboard locked the door shoot. Now my clothes can only be returned by the owner of the key. I then made my way upstairs to the bathroom. Wash, dried and continued on to the main bedroom, there was a built in wardrobe with sliding doors. I walked to the end of the room and slid open the walk-in-wardrobe. I then reached in and pulled down a bag from a shelf and empted the contents on to the floor. ...

I have read a lot of stories about self bondage. I am pretty good at it myself. Here is a true story. My bondage fun started a long time ago, and to this day I get to enjoy it on a regular basis. I decided to try some self bondage in public. The fear of getting caught is a real thrill. Still I had not planned on getting caught, but the possibility is always there! ...

I don’t even remember how I met Becky but after we had dated a few times, I brought up the idea of bondage. For me. You would think that since this would not be any problem for her in submission that she would be OK with it. Well, it was just barely OK; she would not actively participate but what she would do was lock the final padlock and release me. ...

He had requested a session as a Christmas gift from his wife (mistress). He had no idea when she would do it. All he knew was that it would be sometime before Christmas break when the kids would be out of school and now. He waited and wondered when she would do it. Over the last week she had been teasing him. Bringing him close to orgasm and then stopping, letting him pleasure her and then just bring him close and stopping. She had told him he could not cum without her permission. That he must wait. She did not say until when. She told him, “If you cum without permission, while I am teasing you, you will be punished beyond anything I have ever done to you.” ...

Dark Closet by The Dark Tuna Sbm; susp; enclosed; cons; X It’s Saturday afternoon, not much to do, its boring. I live alone in a small apartment and I mostly see my friends only during the weekends. But today, even if it’s Saturday, I have nothing planned … my friends can’t do anything with me today, I have no girlfriend and a lot of free time. When you are in this situation regularly, I guess your imagination is a good tool to avoid turning crazy. Far as I can remember, I always liked self-bondage. I remember when I was little kid, I was dreaming to be tied up all the time. Guess what, when I was older and I got my own apartment, I experimented a lot of things and I all the time tried to find new things to do … Read Gromet’s website entirely and this is everything I like! The only thing I dislike is when it’s too serious. Master/slave … not my thing really … I think its a turn off when a girl refuse to think by herself and just want to be your toy. ...

My story is true. I am male and a somewhat public figure. My wife knows about what I do, but she does not approve or participate in any way. It could be worse; she could disapprove outright. However, she tolerates that I do it, as long as she can ignore it. She would rather that I tell her when I do this, rather than hide something from her. I think that she recognizes that at least I am not cheating on her, other than with my alter ego. ...

My story is true. I am male and a somewhat public figure. My wife knows about what I do, but she does not approve or participate in any way. It could be worse; she could disapprove outright. However, she tolerates that I do it, as long as she can ignore it. She would rather that I tell her when I do this, rather than hide something from her. I think that she recognizes that at least I am not cheating on her, other than with my alter ego. ...

Suspended Release by Kinkyme Sbm; susp; F/m; cons; X I have been in to self bondage for a couple of years now and had decided to try something a little more extreme than I have ever done before. I had decided that I wanted to try something a bit more adventurous than usual but what? and when? I was living in a house with a couple of friends at the time, and as such being students there was always someone else in the house at some time or other so the opportunity for me to indulge in a little self bondage didn’t come up too often. ...

Far too tight! by Jamesellis2000 Sbm; hogtie; cons; X It started out as just another solo session, that would last around thirty minutes, or so I thought. It was five thirty in the morning I was wide awake and feeling frisky. I decided on some fairly restrictive rope bondage, using a few new tricks I had picked up from the internet. I would have my escape close to hand rather than using any sort of timing device. My backup was a friend asleep in the adjoining room. This friend, while not a player, knows of my interests and is prepared to free me if I get stuck. ...

Motel Room Meeting, Part 3 by Ralph Saturday Morning I didn’t sleep much. The couch was big enough, and the women had given me a blanket and pillow, but the shackle holding my ankle to the leg of the couch woke me each time I tried to roll over. The women knew I wouldn’t be going anywhere, but it made me more helpless. I was also wondering what the day ahead would hold for me. So far I’d only been retied, forced (if it was force) to satisfy three women with only my mouth, whipped, had a probe in my ass, and ridden like a bronco. I still had more toys and I’m sure at least Julie did as well. ...

Motel Room Meeting, Part 4 by Ralph Sbm; FFF/m; bond; toys; cons; X Saturday Afternoon My legs were getting sore from being held bent in one position for so long, my ass was sore from the invading shaft vibrating and rotating within, and my dribble gag continued to do an excellent job at what it was designed for. The women were still talking softly among themselves and I was still squatting on a sybian, highly aroused but kept short of orgasm. There was a chiming sound and I looked at the computer for what must have been the hundredth time. Another name appeared in the guest column, bringing the total to 12. I looked at my image on the screen and thought about what the guests were seeing. I was a mess, shining from a mixture of drool, sweat, and Julies juices. ...

My wife has never really shared my enthusiasm for me trussing myself up in ladies hosiery. In fact she really doesn’t approve at all, and has told me so on a number of occasions when desperation has driven me to try to enlist her help. Consequently I tend to fly solo, and this usually means I take advantage of the rare occasions when I’m alone at home to indulge my fantasies. I need to be careful to conceal the evidence – she has warned me that if she catches me I can expect to spend a lot longer than I reckoned tied up. On the face of it, this sounds good, but I know she means she will head off to her mother’s or a friend’s at least overnight. ...

A Warning Unheeded by Jennifer Sbm; F/m; bond; infantism; cons/reluct; X sequel to ‘Out of the Frying Pan’ CHAPTER 1 My wife Sally was a girl in a million. She knew that ever since I could remember, my favourite fantasy was to be dressed up as a cute little baby girl and then restrained in a cot or pushchair. And with her sense of humour and slightly sadistic tendencies, she was more than happy to have fun by obliging me, which usually meant considerable discomfort to me and fun to her. Let’s face it, a sadist and a masochist is the perfect combination. ...

Sucking for Freedom by Sir Psycho Sbm; Mm; bond; cons; X Unlike my other stories, this one is fiction, and hasn’t happened… yet. If anyone thinks they can help me out, please e-mail me. One thing I’ve always wanted to try was being in a situation where I would have to suck a guys cock. I’m not gay (I have a gorgeous girlfriend, who I am very happy being with) but the idea of having no choice but to give a blow job, because of a situation I had put myself in really appeals to me. ...

It had been a very long time since Mistress had wrapped him as a mummy. But today was the day. She had told him to ready himself for the tightest bondage ever. For the last three days she had been teasing him making him horny. She started by bringing him to the edge with her hand and then stopping over and over. Next she used her mouth on his shaft. She sucked it making it hard. She licked his ball sack and the very tip of his shaft. It drove him crazy, but she would not let him cum. Last night she again brought him to the edge with her hand. He moaned when she stopped short of orgasm. She taped a vibrator to his shaft and plugged him with the glass penis plug for the night. It was turned to low, but as excited as he was it could have been on high as far as he was concerned. It drove him crazy all night long, making have several dry orgasms, but he could not cum because of the glass plug and cord wrapped around his balls. ...

An Unexpected Guest by Brien This is a story that I wrote a couple of years ago to share with some friends in a self-bondage group to which I belonged at the time. The event took place when I was about 19 or 20 years old. I was living in an apartment near the university that I was attending. I lived alone except for rare visits by my brother and my cousin both of whom had their own keys. Although my brother never came by unannounced, my cousin who is more like a sister than a cousin actually, stopped by from time to time to borrow or return things. ...

Motel Room Meeting, Part 2 by Ralph [email protected] Part 2 - Friday Night I had no idea how long it had been since Fran had arrived, but I knew she was methodically driving me crazy. After she had taken a photo and called her friends, she’d gotten onto the bed next to me. Since that time, she had taken turns nibbling my earlobe, the only part of my ear still exposed due to the tape holding my blindfold, running her tongue over my lips, spread wide by the ball gag, slowly, oh so slowly, running a single finger up and down my erect cock, pinching my nipples, tugging the rope connected to my ball splitter, and other highly erotic actions. Finally I reached the point where I jerked my hips. The rope holding my balls to the rope web beneath me was already taut and jerking my hips pulled on my cock so that it leaned heavily toward my feet. The series of actions was not unnoticed by Fran. ...

Out of the Frying Pan by Jennifer I enjoy bondage, and if I can’t find someone to help out, it has to be self-bondage. Not always a good idea, especially when ‘The best laid plans of mice and men gang aft a gley’ (with apologies to Robert Burns). In other words, if something can go wrong, it will go wrong. I remember one occasion when it did just that, but with a not altogether unsatisfactory ending as it eventually turned out. ...

Outdoor Key Dash by Sir Psycho This story isn’t strictly self-bondage as such, but it involves having bonds that force a situation that wouldn’t happen without them. Its been a while since my first story “First Time Shock”. I haven’t really been in any situation since then that I thought would make good stories. I live just outside London, and while I love the idea of being naked outside, there are very few places where you can find your own space around here. England is just too densely populated, and even the countryside has people walking around all the time. ...

Becker Selfbondage by Becker This is the first time I’ve written a story for you, but certainly not my first time trying self-bondage. But I have to tell this story. I work with my girlfriend, and we’re both into bondage. I have two room mates, and I share a room with one of them, so we always have the real fun at her apartment. I guess I should say I’m a male, 5'9" and 167 lbs, and she is…. well, she’d probably not want me to say her weight. But she’s 6'1". Anyhow, she lives with her little sister, but they have separate bedrooms, which is nice. She works with us, too, at the restaurant. Ok, so, last week I was talking to her about tying myself up while she was at work and waiting for her to get home, knowing we would both be horny as hell when she finally made it back. She was all into it. It was 2pm, and she said I work from 3pm until around 9pm, and my sister goes in at 5pm and gets off around midnight, so wait until, uh, maybe 7pm or so." So, I was like, cool. So, she got in the shower, and I stuck our handcuff keys and the key for the ball gag in the glove compartment of her car. Then I chilled until she left for work. We did what we do when she got out of the shower, and she left. I couldn’t wait. Her sister came back from playing golf around four, took a quick shower and left. I watched her car pull away and went to some easy self-bondage. It really was simple. I stipped naked, put one pair of handcuffs on my ankles, the ball gag in my mouth, a scarf over my eyes, and then put myself in a hogtie with the other pair of handcuffs. I was trapped until my girlfriend got home. She had the locks for the cuffs and the gag. So, after about a half hour of rubbing myself on her bed, I hear the door open. ...

More than I wished for by Jake I know that most stories that are posted here are exaggerations to say the least. I thought I would share an experience that really happened to me. I have been interested in bondage for a long time and spent many an enjoyable hour on browsing the net. Gromets is my favorite site. My wife has shown no interest in dominating me, in fact when I broached the subject with her I got an emphatic no, so I have been keeping my self satisfied with self bondage. ...

Motel Tales: Rest Assured or (How I Learned to Appreciate Free Time on a Business Trip) Like many of the writers on Gromet’s web page, I have been tying myself up for many years. In my case, the time spans about four decades, which is probably a larger time-span than for most of those other writers. It was a great delight to find the self-bondage page because I had no idea that such a fascinating repository of experience existed. To discover that there is apparently a world of self-binders out there who are as interested in writing about the subject as I am, and who are apparently at least as kinky and inventive as I am, too, is quite exciting. It doesn’t take a lot of brainpower to ascertain that some of the postings are fictional, but I am sure that a not insignificant fraction of them are probably true experiences. And despite my many years of experience, I have already gleaned some interesting new ideas. ...

I had myself bound in my shed, today. My wrists were locked into my cuffs, and then locked to an eyebolt in the floor above my head. My ankles were in chains that are locked to 2 eyebolts in the floor below me, forcing my legs wide apart. I had my ball stretcher/divider locked to my balls. The key for this was in the house. This was my time delay release system: A piece of twine runs from the bottle of kool-aide, through an eyebolt in the ceiling, down to the divider, then back up through yet another eyebolt, and is attached to a small brick with the keys to my wristlocks tied to that. The bottle was heavy enough to suspend the brick, but lighter than the brick when it’s empty. This will drop the bottle down first, before the brick comes down as the ice melts. It took a few trials and errors to get the kool-aid solution just right. I had enough twine frozen into the bottle, to slowly lower both the bottle, and then the brick as the ice melts. ...

One hot July afternoon, I was surfing the ‘net in my apartment. Shortly after I started, I realized how hot it was and took off my silk blouse, letting the breeze from the ceiling fan blow across my breasts. A voluptuous sort like myself needs the support, so I seldom go without a bra, but this bra was rather skimpy. Its cups barely covered my nipples, and their upper surface shimmered with ladylike perspiration. ...

DIY Selfbondage by Afff With no one around, I put on my makeshift bondage/chastity suit. Using 3 old dress shirts, I achieved a tightness at the neck similar to a collar, and by buttoning the cuffs to their smallest, I find it contstricting to bend my arms. A special device made of wire hanger goes through all thre top buttons, and locks the shirts on, and is then covered by a tie, pulled very tightly. I then put on some Dickies painter overalls - which serve as both an anchor point and chastity. ...

Sylvia’s Bunny by Stingray 5 This story is based on some factual events, although I wish it were all true. Sylvia is my ex boss though and knows something of my penchant for feminine dress. For U.S. viewers, tights read as pantyhose. I had the rare opportunity to do some overtime at work. It wasn’t a regular thing, but afforded me the chance to act out a little adventure that I had been longing to try. Sometimes, things act as an inspiration for some crazy self bondage game and the Easter themed sale offer - that Sylvia had put up in the shop window downstairs ...

Part One Last night was the most recent of a series of test runs in my newest toy—a new plus ultra of bondage equipment–. After years of desire, I bought a steel standing cage. I’m sure you’ve seen pictures of them. They are often referred to as “portable jail cells,” although “portable” is a relative term—it is a heavy item! This one is six feet tall and about 18” inches wide and deep, with the front door divided into three panels for different levels of access. I bought mine from eXrestraints*—very good people to deal with: if you want it, they have it. Their prices are not the cheapest, but I save a couple of hundred dollars by haunting their auctions on eBay–. ...

The Cage Experiments, Part 1 by Professor Challenger Last night was the most recent of a series of test runs in my newest toy—a ne plus ultra of bondage equipment–. After years of desire, I bought a steel standing cage. I’m sure you’ve seen pictures of them. They are often referred to as “portable jail cells,” although “portable” is a relative term—it is a heavy item! This one is six feet tall and about 18” inches wide and deep, with the front door divided into three panels for different levels of access. I bought mine from eXrestraints*—very good people to deal with: if you want it, they have it. Their prices are not the cheapest, but I save a couple of hundred dollars by haunting their auctions on eBay–. ...

My wife had just left to work, and I had been planning this day for weeks. It was a hot, humid day in Minnesota. Temperature was about 90 by 11:00 am. I have had a simple wooden dowel about 3 feet long for years and I went out and bought three eyebolts for it. I put one on each end, and the third in the center. I had two dog collars ready. One collar for each ankle. Along with a twelve-inch steel link dog chain, and my ball stretcher/divider all set in place in the garage. I also had taken my “kit” out of the cabinet for any additional items I would think of later. ...

The Storm by Don Martin A story of the penalty for not listening to the weather forecast and not reading emails from your partner I had ten days off between jobs so Jenny decided that we should take a break in the country. She had found just the place, a cabin in the foothills of the mountains not too far from the city. Here we could do a little walking, some fishing and, of course, play some of our favourite bondage games. At the last moment Jenny’s boss asked her to work for the first three days as an important client was coming to town. ...

A Week Forever by Houseboy I had it planned for months. This was going to be extended self bondage with a bit of a twist. But rather than being tightly bound, I’d be able to roam around my bachelor apartment. However, I wouldn’t be able to leave or to do anything to enjoy myself. And I had some torments planned too. I had a week off work, and my friends thought I was to be out of town on business. No one would bother me – or so I thought. So Friday night when I got home from work I began my preparations. The bondage would start Saturday. ...

There is a secluded place near my house. It’s wooded, and fairly far off the “beaten path”. I’ve visited it before for some of my self-bondage games, but on this particular day, I had planned far enough ahead to make sure of a long session. Here’s how I had the area set up; There is a ravine about 200 yards into the woods. I had a plastic bucket down at the bottom of the ravine filled with approximately 3 pounds of stones. In the bucket, I put key #1. It opened the toolbox mentioned later. A chain was locked onto the handle. To the chain I had tied a long rope. The rope went up over a branch, and was tied to another chain wrapped and locked around a tree 100 yards deeper into the woods with lock #3. I had tied small knots into the rope at varying lengths for later torment. ...

I have been into self-bondage for most of my life. I started off as a kid using the dog lead to tie myself up. When I got married I tried to get my wife to help me. Once or twice she has done but she makes it quite clear that she does not like bondage, get nothing from it and doesn’t like me doing it. She made me promise never to wrap myself up in cling film ever again since she read about a colleague who went fatally too far. So I don’t usually do it but sometimes…..Sometimes I can’t resist. I’m hooked. It’s like an addiction. So…….. ...

Oops by jayjaybound I had been into bondage for as long as I could remember, and soon I realized that being dressed in feminine clothes just made it even better. Once I moved into the dorms at Santa Clara University it was much harder to do. Having a suburban for a car does have some advantages however. Right after I had thought of this I started planning. I was parked in a lot that wasn’t that well lit, so the only part of the car that was visible was the front two seats. The back windows were darkly tinted so no one would be able to see me back there unless they looked straight in to try to see me. I decided that to make this a bit more fun I would leave a note saying what I was doing and leave it at a home that was under construction across the street. I figured that it would be safe since no one would be there until morning and by then I would be long gone, yet just knowing that it was there would make it more fun. The note was: For anyone who might find this, My name is Jason, and if you look in the suburban in the lot across the street you will find me bound and waiting for you to use me however you want. The back door will be unlocked, but I will only be there for 2 hours. If you find me I am your slave, and since you have this signed contract, there is nothing I can do during or afterwards. Have fun. Cockslut ...

The Table Tied Mistake by Johan Tha story follows! let me know what you think please! Hello! My name is Johan and I am a 28 year old man from a small town in Sweden. I weight 78 kilos and I am 1.83 cm tall. I have been into self bondage since I was 15 and have been a true visitor to Gromet?s sight for many years. I like reading all the great stories that has been written through the years, and here in Sweden it’s hard to find a Mistress so many of them has inspired me to many hours of self bondage. About a half year a go I was on the move to a new apartment, and I had been planning a longtime self bondage adventure before I left the apartment for the last time. ...

I had always been into Self Bondage even before I really knew what I was doing. The feeling of being tied up tight and being completely helpless turns me on so much. Once I moved on campus at Santa Clara University I started playing more and more but I had to be careful to do it only when my room mate was out of town. I also had to keep all my stuff hidden, which luckily wasn’t that much stuff.. Soon I found that being dressed up in lingerie and other sexy clothes turned me on even more. I’m not gay, and I’d never want to be with another man, but I did enjoy being dressed in short skirts with tight lingerie underneath. ...

I had always been into Self Bondage even before I really knew what I was doing. The feeling of being tied up tight and being completely helpless turns me on so much. Once I moved on campus at Santa Clara University I started playing more and more but I had to be careful to do it only when my room mate was out of town. I also had to keep all my stuff hidden, which luckily wasn’t that much stuff.. Soon I found that being dressed up in lingerie and other sexy clothes turned me on even more. I’m not gay, and I’d never want to be with another man, but I did enjoy being dressed in short skirts with tight lingerie underneath. ...

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.) ...

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. ...

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. ...

A few days ago I was browsing at a local porn shop and I discovered they had a neat collection of dildos and butt plugs- gee, what a surprise! I picked up a flexible rubbery dildo, 7 inches long, and since it was in the ‘cheap stuff’ bin, I bought it and took it home. I was in an experimenting mood- okay, I was horny- and I discovered that, with a little bit of practice, that I could deep-throat it! Once I got the hang of ‘inhaling’ it, I could slide the whole length of the thing down my throat! This was a new thrill, but I didn’t get too much of a sexual bang out of it. It’s just that I got to experience the feeling of being submissive and forced to take a cock all the way down- a real mental charge. ...

Bored With the Norm by Jay Jenson Shit. Shit and God dammit. I’m really freaking stuck this time. And the worst part is…I just had to put the cuffs to the last click this time. It’s quite simple, really. The parents were going away for a week. A whole week to myself, to do whatever I wanted. Which, of course, meant plenty of fun being helpless all alone. I won’t get a chance to do too much of that when I get back to college for my sophomore year, so I figured I could set up a nice few sessions in this week while they were out of town. ...

One Rope Too Far by Jay Jenson This story is completely true. It is a true account of something I literally just got out of. My wrists…have never been this sore before. I’ve made wrist coils and cinch nooses too tight before. I’ve had someone tie my hands a little too tight with rope that was a little too small. But I’ve never had wrists this sore, and it was from handcuffs, of course. ...

It was a normal night for Mark, the staff gone for the weekend, the books balanced, work for yet another week over. He was relieved to know that it was his time. He checked the doors for the second time to make sure they were locked, and went down to the basement. Down in the back was ‘his special place’. He opened the door and went in, already taking off his clothes, he was shaking with anticipation, and he quickly changed. Black panties… garter and stockings… beautiful black leather mini dress… 5-inch stiletto pumps with ankle strap, black wig and just a little make-up. You see Mark was a crossdresser, and very uncomfortable with it, he kept his secret well hidden, his special room was always locked. It took an hour to get ready, but Mark made a better woman than he did a man. He looked at himself in the large mirror on the wall, he loved that he could pull off such a good appearance, but was way too scared to ever go out in public. ...

A brief description of myself is in order. I am a straight male into self bondage. My idea of a great time is to be in bonds and tease/tormented out of my mind by vibrators. My main vibrator is a vibrating cockhead sized pouch made from velcro. In addition I use a regular a penis vibrator and nipple vibrators. My usual bonds are leather cuffs, chain, and padlocks. A typical session finds me chained with nipple and cock vibrators teasing on me. The cock vibes are set just too slow to bring me to climax. I have to endure fantastic sensations while held on the edge of an orgasm but unable to cum. This way I achieve a level of excitement due to frustration that is hard to imagine. After an hour or so a timer speeds up the vibes for a fantastic orgasm and a bit later a second timer drops the padlock key so I can reach it and free myself. ...

The events in the story actually happened to me. It was many years ago. I had just graduated from college and was working in a new town. It was not a large town and there was not much to do on weekends. Whenever I could, I practiced self-bondage. During the last four years I had little chance to do that as I always had a roommate. After I settled in and was comfortable with my job, I decided to try a little self-bondage. I had several lengths of rope. I dug around to see what else I could find. I found two pieces of short chain and a couple of locks with keys. Without thinking I laid the keys to the locks on the counter in the kitchen. ...

In Memoriam – Elaine H., 1949-1999 Morbidly Obese Slut Elaine was snatched from this life by a loathsome disease which turned out to be the reason for her sudden weight loss; she spent two months in the comfort of a hospice program before she passed away quietly. I was invited to the wake and her funeral, as her family knew I was a close friend. At the wake my eye was caught by a striking young brunette and managed to strike up a conversation. She told me she was Melanie, Elaine’s second cousin. I looked her over and estimated that she was about 32, 5 feet six, and 170 pounds. She noticed my looking and jumped right in: “To correct your guess, I’m 34, five feet seven in my naked feet, and I weigh 165 pounds. If you want to know more you’ll have to buy me dinner!” ...

In Memoriam – Elaine H., 1949-1999 Part Two Please read part 1 first for this to make more sense After an eternity of waiting and suffering, I heard a key on the front door and the door opening and closing. For a moment, there was silence, and then the sound of the toilet flushing Melanie’s output safely away. Then I heard footsteps on the stairs and the door opened. I couldn’t see the door from my cell, so I just waited and looked at my reflection until…. ...

I Promised Myself This so I’m Going to Do It! by Sissy Suzy This is probably going to take longer to set the scene than describe the event but here goes. I am a sissy. Yes, I love to wear little satin dresses, petticoats and all manner of girlie clothing. I also love to be bound and, as if that wasn’t enough, I also love rubber. I am a married man with an accepting spouse who doesn’t really like to get involved in any part of this hobby of mine but fully appreciates that given the opportunity I am going to indulge in one, two or all three of them. ...

Part One My Mistress/Wife, Denise, directed me to relate the events that occurred during O/our Las Vegas / Bondcon weekend. Just a quick update for those of you that haven’t read any of O/our stories. Mistress and Her friend Linda are Corrections Officers at a men’s prison and i received a medical retirement years ago which left U/us fairly well off and allows me to be a 24/7 bondage slave. Both my nipples are pierced in .0 gauge and i have a frenum & Apadravya .00 guage piercing. ...

Be careful who you talk to on line. Jack met Kathy on line. One thing led to another and the met in real life. From the first time Jack met Cathy his life began to take a new twist. Jack had posted an ad on one of the kinky Internet dating sites. He didn’t expect anything to come of it. Jacks ad read; “Submissive male, age 40, 6’ tall, blue eyes and blond hair would like to meet a dominant woman. Main interests are being bound, chastised, tortured and force to to serve in any way the woman wishes. I’m mostly interested in serving on line. I could meet under the right circumstances. ...

The Campground by Tieutite There is this camping area that I visited one time for a birthday party that is about 1½ hours from my house. A few months later, I started thinking that the set up of the campground would be great for a self-bondage adventure. It was the perfect campsite. Just out of sight, but kind of visible if you were walking by. I arrived at around 6 o’clock, and the sun was just about setting. I got out the duffel bag I kept all my gear in. I first started with a very tight fitting wetsuit thong. Next comes the black silky bra, and my inserts. I then put on my hot pink mini dress, which is so short, that I use it as my garter belt. I have 10 garters attached on each side so I can feel all the straps pressing against my thighs as I walk. I then strap on my Ice Blue corset and lace it all the way closed. I put on a brand new pair of Lycra thigh high stockings that are very supportive and are somewhat tight on my legs. I attach all the garters to the stockings and make sure they are straight. After I finish this, ...

Hi! My name is Jennie and I am a closet transvestite. I want to tell you about a little adventure I had a Wednesday night little over a week ago. It is 100 percent true. I had driven along a country road earlier that afternoon and left seven envelopes, at different places, containing keys to various locks. When I got home I had a shower, a close shave and started to get ready. I stepped into a black lacy g-string and started with my makeup. I quickly put foundation on and then dark red lipstick, blush, blue eye shadow, eye-liner and mascara. Even though I liked the result there was no way I would be mistaken for a woman. ...

Hi! My name is Jennie and I am a closet transvestite. I want to tell you about a little adventure I had a Wednesday night little over a week ago. It is 100 percent true. I had driven along a country road earlier that afternoon and left seven envelopes, at different places, containing keys to various locks. When I got home I had a shower, a close shave and started to get ready. I stepped into a black lacy g-string and started with my makeup. I quickly put foundation on and then dark red lipstick, blush, blue eye shadow, eye-liner and mascara. Even though I liked the result there was no way I would be mistaken for a woman. ...

You might be wondering what this is about, hehe. I decided that today I would in my roommates absence, give myself some long over due fun of a different kind. For a long while I have enjoyed the pleasure of self bondage with an air mattress, which I find both relaxing and very inescapable. I first got the idea off of Gromet’s Forum, where a chat was going on about how to go about it, and this lead me to the following… ...

Michelle 1: My Initiation My parents were away for the week, and I was home from university to house sit. I had plenty of work to do before my exams, and was quite content to sit in the garden and revise. The evening was drawing in, and I was beginning to think about moving inside where the light was better, when I heard a clatter and a thump from over the fence, in our next-door neighbour’s garden. There was a six-foot high fence between us, and I was wondering whether I should check up that everything was all right, when there was another clatter and a scraping sound. ...

My Initiation by Michelle My Initiation by Michelle My parents were away for the week, and I was home from university to house sit. I had plenty of work to do before my exams, and was quite content to sit in the garden and revise. The evening was drawing in, and I was beginning to think about moving inside where the light was better, when I heard a clatter and a thump from over the fence, in our next-door neighbour’s garden. There was a six-foot high fence between us, and I was wondering whether I should check up that everything was all right, when there was another clatter and a scraping sound. ...

I was home alone; Lisa was away for a week, attending a business seminar. She was visiting her brother the weekend before and planned to stay with him again the following weekend. With no other diversion, my thoughts were turning to initiating a self-bondage session. I formulated a plan that would keep me bound helpless overnight. On Tuesday I got some plastic containers from Lisa’s recycling container. I filled a gallon milk jug with water and put it in the freezer. The next morning it was completely frozen. I set it outside on the back deck at 8 AM and left for work. About 5:30 when I got home I found the ice was not completely melted. It was 8 PM by the time it was fully melted. The 12 hour period determined my timetable for Friday night. ...

I was home alone; Lisa was away for a week, attending a business seminar. She was visiting her brother the weekend before and planned to stay with him again the following weekend. With no other diversion, my thoughts were turning to initiating a self-bondage session. I formulated a plan that would keep me bound helpless overnight. On Tuesday I got some plastic containers from Lisa’s recycling container. I filled a gallon milk jug with water and put it in the freezer. The next morning it was completely frozen. I set it outside on the back deck at 8 AM and left for work. About 5:30 when I got home I found the ice was not completely melted. It was 8 PM by the time it was fully melted. The 12 hour period determined my timetable for Friday night. ...

Hotel Bound by Slut Donna First let me introduce myself, I am of average build, just finished high school, I have black hair, brownish green eyes and am a heterosexual single male. I have been interested in self bondage for about 5 years or so. I also have a fetish to dress up in women’s clothing, and love self bondage. Now this story takes place at a hotel on summers day in mid July, the temperature is about 20 degrees out and there is a thunderstorm lurking. I have been preparing for this day for about a month. I did all the shopping through online shops, and raked up a nice little bill. I arrive at the hotel, around 12 in the afternoon. I first start off by filling up a big jug with water then sticking it in the mini freezer, which should take a few hours. Next I hop into the bathroom to take a nice relaxing shower as well as shave. When I get out I notice it is now just after 2 o’clock, Still need to kill some time I thought, so I get dressed and decide to go to the local porn shop to maybe get something to get me excited. ...

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. ...

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. ...

One Hot Session by Otto Dix One Hot Session by Otto Dix Dear Mistress E. Last night I did what you had instructed me to do. It felt like I had a cannonball in the pit of my stomach as I made my way upstairs to my bedroom with the necessary equipment in hand. The ice-cube release mechanism was already started. Two cubes were used so as to give sufficient time for completing the self-bondage, and suffering. I collected the gear from the attached garage, which was quite cold, and seeing how I was wearing only a pair of nylons, I was anxious to return to my warm bedroom. In my hands, I carried chains, rope, locks, and …. one bottle of Tabasco sauce. I placed the small red bottle on the nightstand and placed the chains and rope on the bed, neatly beside the other implements I would be using, one pair of handcuffs, a stainless steel shackle, and three very small cock rings. My nylons had a reinforced opening in front which exposed my cock and balls. It’s an alteration I did myself. There is nothing more erotic for me than the image of silky, uniform, black nylon clad legs, tightly and neatly bound. I would much rather be looking at those of a willing damsel, but at times I have to be satisfied with looking at my own. I also enjoy the feel of them, especially the rope binding against the nylon fabric. It’s not uncommon for me to tie up my wife. We keep a pair of stay-ups in our goody bag along with a scarf and cuffs. I usually start with cuffing her hands to the top of the bed. I take my time, running my hands down her body once her hands are secured, and she is properly blindfolded. I stroke her legs and lightly trail my fingers over her mound as she pushes her pelvis upward, hoping for some manual stimulation of her lips and clit. But all she gets is light teasing touch, and I can see her lips parting and her moisture level rising. “Soon enough” I say, “soon enough”. I take a pillow and place it beside her hips. She instinctively knows what to do. She places both feet firmly on the bed, and raises her hips and I slip the pillow under her beautiful bare ass. With her ass raised, it gives me good access to her soaking wet pit of quivering flesh. I can suck and lick and drink her in and occasionally penetrate her deeply with a finger or two just when she needs it to send her over the edge. But before she gets some sugar, she needs to pay the price. I’m not tying her up because she likes it (although it certainly seems to make wetter than usual). I’m tying her up because I want her tied up. While preparing for an evening of sex, I’ll tell to put the stay-ups on, and she’ll know what comes next. I take my time running my hands up and down her body, trailing a bathrobe sash cord over her from her neck, around her breasts, over her lips, and down her leg. When I’m done touching her, I take one ankle firmly in hand, and place it in the middle of the bed, with her knee bent outward. Then I take the other, and cross one ankle over the other. Methodically, I wrap her ankles with the soft cord, alternating in both horizontal and vertical wraps, and finish with a cinch to tighten it up and ensure that her ankle bones are not pressed up against each other. Before getting down to business, I usually spend about 15 to 20 minutes putting dabs of cool vanilla pudding in strategic positions, and licking them off with ample sucking. However, I never put pudding between her lower lips. Besides for a variety of health related reasons, it just wouldn’t be right to be licking her there so soon into the session. When I am finally ready, I lift her bound ankles, and crawl head first up to your waiting and eager hips, and lay her calves on my back. In this position, she does not need to position or support her legs at all. She can just relax and let go, let go of everything else and absorb the long awaited devouring of her sweet fruit of passion. I take it slow as though I am making a good meal last, a nibble there, and nibble here. There is no sense in rushing in until she’s good and ready to be flung forcibly over the edge of ecstasy. Her mouth opens and she begins breathing rapidly in shallow breaths. This is her “tell”. This is how I know she is ready. I concentrate on her clit with slow and gentle up and down strokes like a paint brush, pausing slightly between strokes. As she starts moaning, I plunge a finger deep into her and speed up the licking. ...

I’ve been into self bondage ever since I was a teenager but all my scenarios have either taken place inside my parents house or my own home. I have always been fascinated with the idea of doing a SB scenario that would require me to be in a public or semi-public area. I have thought about a number of ideas over the years but have always chickened out right before starting the scenario. Well the other week I finally found a spot that I thought I could fulfill one of my fantasies. ...

I’ve been into self bondage ever since I was a teenager but all my scenarios have either taken place inside my parents house or my own home. I have always been fascinated with the idea of doing a SB scenario that would require me to be in a public or semi-public area. I have thought about a number of ideas over the years but have always chickened out right before starting the scenario. Well the other week I finally found a spot that I thought I could fulfill one of my fantasies. ...

I knew that I wanted to be bound and gagged in the attic, a.k.a. “po’ boy’s sauna.” It’s hot and dry up there, and no one can see me. What tools (toys) would I use? How would I release myself? In what position could I restrain myself which I had not been able to use in the bedroom? Would suspension or semi-suspension be possible? Would I remember to drink enough liquid beforehand so that I wouldn’t pass out from dehydration? ...

Going For A Self-Bondage Walk by Leotardguy Going For A Self-Bondage Walk by Leotardguy This is a completely true story. Bondage to me not only felt good but it also could be used as a way of creating the humiliation which I so much craved. (And I haven’t the slightest idea why.) At Halloween I would always find a costume which would mesh the two, most often going as a black cat in leotard and tights, with a collar locked on my neck that also locked the zipper of the leotard. I fondly remember a bunch of girls who were dressed in roller derby costumes who took a look at my collar and exclaimed, “You’re locked in!” I loved it. ...

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. ...

A True Story Something triggered my interest in bondage around eighth grade. I’ve thought about it many times but I cannot narrow it any better than to “something”. I do recall playing tie-up and escape with my best buddy and that meant grammar school as we went our separate ways for high school (we would each other and see if we could escape: he never escaped from my tying and I never failed to escape his). Anyway, by the next grade, high school, I was into bondage, but totally self. And I was ashamed for bondage always seemed to result in ejaculation and I knew masturbation was a serious sin. ...

You’d think that after all the stories I’ve read on the internet about people who misjudged their self bondage scenes I’d learn to test something before I try it. Unfortunately, once I get an idea into my head, I like to try it out. Since I try to avoid anything really dangerous, I’ve gotten away with a few mistakes without being found out. Like so many people, I started experimenting with self bondage in my teens. By the time I was halfway through college, I had a bag of rope in my apartment for any available opportunity. Shortly after I got married my wife found some bondage mags and decided to give it a try. We had about ten years of occasional bondage play, taking turns at top and bottom, but then she lost interest. She also wanted me to lose interest, but I didn’t want to. I’ve even tried finding a bondage buddy, but I would want it to be a woman and most of them don’t want to mess around with a married man. Thus, I can only bring out my toys when I’m away alone or everybody else is away. Fortunately for me, everybody was out for a 3-day weekend. I’d never frozen a key in ice before, so that was my plan. I set up in the upstairs hallway since that’s the only place I really have room right now. Since it was night, I closed all the doors. I like taking photos and didn’t want the neighbours asking difficult questions about flashes in the windows. I was disappointed that I only had about 8 feet to work in, especially since I’m over 6 feet tall, but it turned out to be a good thing. Step one was getting undressed. Then I chose a leather piece with snaps on it to slip around my sack and stretch my balls away. It’s actually a belt stay, like police use, and this one was double wide so it was almost 2 inches. Not too bad if I stayed limp, but it puts a painful pull on the balls when I get hard. I also wanted the skin stretched to make them more sensitive. Then I started looping rope around my cock and balls, keeping it tight so it wouldn’t slip off. After tying it off, I used the ends to make two loops about four inches long hanging down from my balls. I took a pair of handcuffs and locked one end to the loops. Before getting too far along, I got the ice cube from the fridge. After passing a rope through the ring at the top and tying it off, I taped the other end to the ceiling. The ice cube, with the key, was left dangling about a foot and a half above the floor. I had just enough room to crawl in order to reach it. Next step was to put on a belt. I bought some that have a double row of holes their entire length. Very versatile. I put the belt around my normally 38-inch waist and cinched it up to about 33 inches. Then I slipped on a lock so I couldn’t get it off until I was loose. I turned out that I didn’t need it. That was part of my mistake for the night. A couple of leather ankle cuffs went on and were then hooked to a spreader bar. The bar was a one-inch dowel with eyehooks on either end. It was two feet long, giving a good spread. Now it was time for the gag. I used a homemade one to make sure I had no trouble breathing no matter how hard it was to move. This gag uses a leather dog collar and a plastic practice golf ball. The golf ball has holes in it, and I used a cutter to connect two of the holes on opposite sides. That made a slot big enough to pass the collar through. Instant dribble gag. I pulled it tight and was ready to finish up. My idea had begun with the idea of tying my hands behind my back and securing them to my balls, then adding thigh straps. Everything was ready for my hands, so now I put on the thigh straps. I put them a little above mid thigh and pulled them secure so they wouldn’t be likely to slide off. It was harder than I thought it would be, since I had my ankles held two feet apart, but I finally managed to get them on. Then I took a set of leg shackles and passed them from the spreader bar to the back of my belt. As I said, I didn’t need that. The thigh straps held my legs much tighter than the shackles. Only one thing remained now to complete my bondage. I grabbed another set of handcuffs and clicked one side around my left hand. This set of cuffs had a dog choke collar attached from an earlier scene, but I left it on. After all, it would be one more piece of metal running between my butt cheeks. The cuffs hanging from the rope off my cock and balls was clipped onto the middle of the cuffs destined for my wrists. Only one hand still free. ...

My Wife Won’t Do It by Seahawk My wife won’t do it by Seahawk My wife won’t do it. That is why there is a pile of half-inch chain lying on the bathroom floor. With a dozen padlocks. My wife won’t give me the release that I crave, so I have to make a lone journey of exploration into unknown and forbidden desire and fantasy. For whilst our relationship is close, her heart is not really into bondage games and the effort it takes. ...

The lights from the high-rise office behind me light a small wooden sign: “Walking Trail - Closed at Dusk.” I walk past the sign and follow the trail into the forest. I rationalize that, since it is night, not dusk, the trail must be open again. I stand a dozen yards inside the forest, my eyes adapting to the dark. The modern office complex rambles over acres of land. Swaths of forest separate the offices and parking lots. The walking trail winds through the forest, presumably so office workers can stretch their legs during lunch. The forest grows thick along the trail and blocks most of the light from the buildings. The architect could hardly have designed a better trail for me. ...

The Outing by MSN The Outing by MSN Hi, let me introduce my self. I am a thirty six year old male living in east Texas. I stand six foot one and weigh two hundred pounds of mostly muscle. I work out three times a week with free weights and do wall climbing at the gym for an hour twice a week. When my hair started to fall out I started shaving my head and grew a goaty. ...

Trapped & Ready for Torment by Leotardguy Trapped & Ready for Torment by Leotardguy My fetish is a little different from others. It started when my sister was in dance classes and I used to sneak into her room and put on her leotard and tights when I was home alone. I loved the snug feel of the material on my skin! I was ten at the time. Good thing I had not reached puberty or I would have had a problem, as you will see from my future history. When I was in college, I told my girlfriend Susan how great she looked in her exercise outfit when she came over one time en route to an exercise class. I told her my secret but only in the briefest detail to make her think it was a youthful fetish. She suggested that I could stand to shed a few pounds and that I join her in the class. I agreed that I would start the following week. I showed up for class in shorts and t-shirt and was informed by the instructor that the correct, and only, clothing for the class was a leotard and tights; I could see that all the others were dressed that way, in a variety of styles and colors. Knowing that my mindset was already in that direction, even though I had not worn a leotard and tights for a few years - - ever since I grew more than my older sister and could no longer wear hers - - my girlfriend offered to take me shopping. We selected a pair of black tights and a red tank leotard; she had me model them in front of the sales clerk who commented how good I looked in them. One problem was to get my crotch down to the smallest possible size, since it was out in the open. I tried a jockstrap but that bunched it all up. I am not well hung but this made it look like I was. Susan suggested a pair of dance trunks and that seemed to minimize things. But when I showed up for my first class dressed that way, the other women in the class also told me how sexy I looked. Sexy? Well, I couldn’t do any more to “slim down” my crotch. The dance trunks and top layer did keep things in place so there was no bouncing when I did jumping exercises. The workout did me in, and when we went back to Susan’s apartment, I fell asleep on her couch in my leotard and tights. I suddenly awoke to find her stroking the bottom of my balls, and - - you guessed it - - I lost control. She laughed but not too much. After many weeks in the class - - and another trip to the dance store for different outfits - - Susan told me that she could not go to the class that night because she had to fly to California to be near her mother, who had just suffered a stroke. She handed me a new outfit and told me to put it on - - royal blue tights and a black turtleneck leotard. When she was finished zipping me up, I felt her fiddling with the collar and then heard a click. I reached back and found there was a band of leather sewn into the collar of the leotard. One end had a small post which went through the other half of the collar, then through the tab on the leotard’s zipper, and locked with small padlock. “Why did you do that?” “To protect you from the women in the class. Haven’t you seen how they oogle you? I won’t be here when you get back but I will leave the key for you. And I’ll call when I get to California.” Well, Susan was right. When the women in the class saw that she was not there, they paid lots of attention to me. Several suggested that I could go home with them that night. Then one of them behind me saw the padlock! She checked it and announced to the others that I was locked into my leotard and tights. The class started and all I wanted to do was duck out the back door, but that was not possible. After the class, they again surrounded me and one of them announced to me, “I’ve always wanted to touch that nice crotch buried in there.” I tried to stop her but the others held my arms. She stroked my erotic spot, under the balls, and my cock immediately got hard and spit up. No way to hide that! They laughed and teased me, and I ran for the door. I would never be going back there! When Susan called, I told her she was right about the women in the class but I didn’t tell her what had happened. But I did admit to her that I got excited when she clicked that padlock and I realized my situation. She promised that she would do it more often, and not just for exercise class; I told her I was never going back to that bunch of harpies again. As it turned out, this was the last time I talked to her - - she was killed in an automobile accident while rushing her mother to the hospital. I didn’t have Susan any longer but I did have the locking leotard. But that wasn’t really secure; I could easily pull up the leg elastic of the leotard, pull down the waistband of the tights, and take a piss. Then I found the next level of security - - dance trunks, biketard, tights, leotard. But I wanted more, something which would hide the inevitable cum stains. Then I discovered latex briefs; not only did they hide the stains but once they are on and the body sweats a little, they have to be peeled off - - impossible when there are clothes on top of it. From there I graduated one more step, latex briefs with molded butt-plug. And then to the final step, a turtleneck unitard. Now there was no opening at all at the crotch. Absolute security! So what do I do? I put it all on and go shopping, leaving the key at home. I get a haircut, and the female barber always has to ask about the padlock she sees when she puts on the cloth to cover me. I have gone out of town, several hours’ drive away, and before I return I put the outfit on. With the key at home, of course. The butt plug keeps me from shitting (as well as being a constant reminder that it is in me) and the rubber pants keep in any liquid I may let out. Thus, self-bondage with only a locking collar. It’s fun; try it! .

Steel Bound Pet by Techster Steel Bound Pet by Techster My wife, Techie, knows I love to experiment with self-bondage. Unlike many self-bondage practitioners my self-bondage relies on my wife of 35+ years, Techie, for release. If correctly designed there is no way I can free myself. From time to time I enjoy placing myself in a position of complete dependence on her. Today I wanted to use locking steel bondage. ...

Note to Reader: I don’t write a lot of self-bondage stuff. First, I think it is dangerous. Second, it is much more fun to have someone there to torment and humiliate you. Why not ask someone you trust or love? Think how humiliated you will feel when they say no. Think how excited you will feel when they say yes! I’d advise against taking alcohol and drugs together and also tying yourself up and falling asleep. ...

The Maid by Gagged20 The Maid by Gagged20 I have always had an interest in bondage. Since in was in my teens, the sight of a beautiful girl all tied up and helpless turned me on. Unfortunately for me, all of my girlfriends didn’t exactly feel the same way. Everytime I would try to bring up the idea, they always seemed to run. I endulged in selfbondage once in a while, but that just didn’t do it. I needed interaction with another person. It seemed last week my luck changed. ...

Carmen and I had been dating for about two months. I was at a party at my friend’s dorm lounge the first time I saw her. Long dark hair, flowing down her back, gorgeous curves, but what really drew my eye was the boots. Tall, smooth, and tight, they came up past her knees, with two-inch platforms that only added to her sexy stature. Layers of laces interwove all the way up her gorgeous taut calves. It must have taken her half an hour just to put them on. They had a tough, Doc Martens line to them but they were pure white, leading the eye up to her tight white shorts and faded jean jacket that she wore unbuttoned over a pink baby tee. As she turned around, I saw the words “Naughty Girl” in white script on the front of her shirt. Seizing the opportunity, I grabbed an extra beer from the fridge and made my way over to her. Offering her the bottle I let my eyes drift down to the writing on her chest then slide back up to stare into her brown eyes. ...

Part One Preface This is a story about a young man who has a secret dream about being Bondaged in Strait Jackets and of being made into a Rubber Bondage Prisoner or a Rubber Bondage slave. However his ‘secret’ turns out to be not as secret as he thought. It suddenly becomes reality when the dreamer finds himself encased and enclosed in a Rubber Strait Jacket and Bondage he cannot escape from. He finds he is going to be the Rubber Bondage prisoner of a Rubber Mistress who plans to make him into Her Rubber Bondage slave. ...

Using the story A Novel Idea 3 for inspiration, I devised a little self bondage game using 2 dice. I wrote everything down before I got started to stop me from “cheating” and only using the items I wanted to use rather than what the game specified. My girlfriend is great and has tied me up and has let me tie her up but she doesn’t understand what I get out of bondage so tying myself up is my only real option, especially with her at work for another 5 hours. ...

Tension by Soloist Tension by Soloist The man was cuffed wrists and ankles, spread-eagled on the bed, sweating and squirming. He did not know how long he had been in this torment but he was sure it was well over an hour, probably closer to two. Then his muscles tensed, his body going rigid with his back bowed as his cock reached to heaven for climax. A moan escaped his hood as he was yet again denied the relief of orgasm. All he could do was quietly sob as he waited for the next time his cock screamed. ...

It all started with the velcro vibrator. This is a device that I created for some really great sensations. It consisted of a penis ring vibrator with velcro strips attached to form a pouch just big enough to contain my cockhead. Positioned in various ways, but always containing my cockhead, this rig produces some wild results. They would be unbearable if I did not place myself in bondage thus forcing myself to endure. ...

The Long Wait For The Keys. by Lord Zhamet The Long Wait For The Keys by Lord Zhamet First let me introduce my self. I’m a 30-year-old bi-sexual male from Sweden with a long interest in Self-Bondage and latex. In the BDSM community I classify myself as a Switch. This is my first attempt on writing a story, so please don’t be too hard in your judgment. Any comments can be sent to [email protected] ...

One Hundred to One by b One Hundred to One. by b After moving away to college, and living in the dorms for a short time, I finally got a chance to move in with a great friend in a two bedroom apartment. Dorm life was great. It was there that I met Mark, my roommate, but life there really got in the way of my self-bondage and submissive fantasies. While living in the dorms I would write an occasional bondage story to help express my self-bondage needs. Although I wrote many stories of my submission to both Dominant Women and Dominant Men, my favorite was called One Hundred to One. It details my capture by a Dominant Male Master, who keeps be bound and gagged constantly, only removing my gag long enough to train me to enjoy the taste of his cum! (As you can see I love stories about being submissive to Men–not just to Women!) The story progresses: I am further forced to endure orgasm denial (to keep me submissive and aroused) until my Master declares one day, while I am ruthlessly hogtied and ring-gagged, that I will only be allowed to spurt my slave-semen ONLY after swallowing 100 full ejaculations from my Master! Whew! I have a difficult time controlling my urge to masturbate (and cum hard!) each time I read that story. ...

It had been sometime since I had last indulged in self bondage and I wanted it to be something different. Looking at some pictures that I had found on the internet I found my inspiration. The basic position resembled the yoga posture called the plough with the wrists and ankles secured to what looked like thirty inch spreader bars. The wrists were secured behind the back with ropes leading from each wrist to one support post in the attic and the feet lifted up and over the head and secured in the center of the spreader bar to the base of another support post just beyond the head. The ropes at each wrist would lead to a rope ratchet secured to a center ring held to the post by a nylon stocking filled with about six ice cubes in a plastic bag. This would eventually melt allowing the arms to be released from a tightly restrained position. A special modification would allow me to use a spreader bar and still secure my wrists and the rest of my restraints. Using heavy two inch closet rod I made two spreader bars. The first one for my ankles had an eye bolt at each end with one in the center. The second one was a bit more complex. First I cut the rod to thirty inches and then cut it in half so that I now had two pieces fifteen inches long. At one end of each rod I attached the eye bolts the same as for the ankle spreader. At the other end I cut a notch one eighth inch wide and three inches deep. I put a piece of eighth inch thick bar stock five inches long and drilled a hole two and a half inches from the end of the rods through the bar stock and the rods. It was a simple matter to secure the bar stock to the rod with a pair of recessed nuts and bolts, and to secure them with a bit of super glue. I then took a piece of two inch pvc pipe nine inches long that would slide over the rod and placed it onto the spreader bar. Using two turks head knots I tied one near the eye bolt end of one rod and five inches from the center on the other. What I had now was a spreader bar that would fold up in the middle, but by pulling the bar straight and sliding the pipe toward the center would become rigid and separate the wrists. I tested the fit of the folding spreader bar and found that it worked as planned. Now it was time to ready the rest of my bondage items and prepare. I started by putting on a red waist cincher, bustier with garters. I then pulled up the black seamed stockings and secured them with the garters. Since I was not going to be walking or standing for any length of time I put on my red, seven inch high heeled, patent leathered oxford booties and locked them on with small padlocks. It was the work of a moment to secure the waistband of the cock harness about my waist and to pull my penis and balls through the cock ring of the crotch strap. I then knelt to continue my preparations. Gently stroking my penis I got it hard and at attention. I then rolled a condom down its rigid length. This was a carefully modified condom with a short length of aquarium hose inserted through the tip that was taped and glued to the end. Using a piece of adhesive tape I secured the end of the condom to the base of the shaft of my shaved penis. I then placed a cock ring harness around my penis and balls pulling the strap around the base very tight before locking it on to keep my penis swollen and rigid for some time to come. Now even if I did not lock on the cock belt harness it would not come off until the ring harness was released. Placing some lube on my fingers I carefully coated my vibrating, inflatable butt plug and after lubing my anus slowly began inserting it. After a few minutes I was able to slowly take in the entire length of it and it slid firmly into place held tightly by the narrow neck and the rigid embrace of my anus. Carefully I pressed the pump and inflated it just a bit and tested the good vibrations from the freshly replaced batteries. I quickly placed the pump bulb and controls to the vibrator to the front of the cock harness belt where they would be out of reach once I secured my wrists. Now I pulled the crotch strap through the buckle in the rear of the cock harness and pulled it tight to secure the butt plug. Once again small padlocks fasten both the waist strap and the crotch strap locking the butt plug securely in its place. I placed a ring gag harness behind my lips and secured the gag strap behind my head. Likewise I fastened the head strap and chin strap. I secured the gag and chin strap with some more small padlocks and left the head strap lock unlocked but in place for now. I walked over to the far post in the attic and secured the rope holding the nylon stocking and the ice cubes with the ring to it. I then fastened the two rope ratchets to the ring and ran the two doubled lengths of rope back up to the folding spreader bar. It took only a moment to fasten the slack ends of the rope to the eye bolts with the knots so they would be well out of reach and leave the pulling ends so that I could find them after my wrists were restrained. It was getting close to time to begin my final preparations. I should be secure for about two hours from previous experience with this amount of ice. Mistress was due home in about two and a half hours and if I was still helpless she would take steps to ensure I stayed bound much longer. I gently stroked my sheathed penis and considered what was left to do. I took the key ring with all of the keys on it and clipped it to the center of the ankle spreader bar with a double clip. If I got my hands freed it would be convenient to find there. If I was still restrained when Mistress arrived home it would be easy for Her to find the keys. For some comfort I laid a thin foam pad on the floor where my back would be and covered it with a light blanket. Nearby I lay out the strap, the paddle, a cane, and a riding crop. Hopefully I would be free before Mistress arrived to make use of them, but it would be well to have them out for her. Laying down on the floor with my feet to the rope ratchets and my head to the other support post I rolled back up and put my feet to the floor over my head. I was a bit too close to the bar so I slid down towards the rope ratchets and tried the position again. This time when my feet touched the floor above my head I was looking up at my rigid and restrained cock with the hose just brushing my face. Perfect. I rolled back down and sat up. Taking two locks I put ankle cuffs on and secured them to the ends of the spreader bar. I set two more locks into the ends of the folding spreader bar, and pulled on shoulder length satin gloves, before putting leather wrist cuffs on over them. I then put a wide posture collar around my throat and locked it on in back with another small padlock. I then picked up a hollow penis gag and inserted the length of it into my mouth through the open center of the ring gag. With the ring securely locked in place I was helpless to resist the invasion of this soft plastic phallus, and I fellated it slowly as I let it fill my mouth. Inserted all the way it forced its way in and yet my tongue could still swirl all around the head of it and I could just barely put the tip of my tongue over the opening in the end. Now I pulled the gag strap of the penis gag tight and secured it with a lock of it’s own and I let my tongue and mouth surround its’ captive fullness. Rolling back I lifted my feet up and over so that the eye bolt in the center of the spreader bar met the eye bolt at the base of the post behind me. Reaching my hands over my head I shuddered at the authoritative click! as I snapped the lock shut. Looking up I can see my restrained penis with the tube sticking down from the condom straight towards my face and as I reach up and stroke the length of it a bit of precum dribbles into the tube. Smiling behind the ring gag and the penis gag I put the end of the tube securely into the passage through the penis gag and when I suck I feel the vacuum on the end of my penis. Lifting my head I unfasten the head strap of the ring gag harness and pull a blindfold over my eyes. In the darkness now imposed I reach for two more padlocks, one to secure the blindfold and the other the head strap on the harness. Moaning into the gagged darkness I caress myself to feel the extent of my bonds so far. My nipples stiffen briefly as I caress them and I feel the taut smoothness of my stockinged legs and bare cheeks. Reaching to my waist I slowly give the butt plug about five pumps and feel it swell within me. Carefully I adjust the vibrator and feel it writhe in my anal passage. A few more pumps and I feel it vibrating on my prostrate and I shudder at the caress of the vibrator. For a moment I run it up and let the vibrations fill me but then I carefully turn it down so that I am only just aroused by the gentle touch. If I cum it is going to be some time before it happens. Now I feel beneath and behind me to find the ends of the folded spreader bar. I fasten the wrist cuffs to the eyebolts with the locks placed there and then carefully stretch my wrists apart. It starts to feel so wonderfully secure and I pull my hands to the sides straightening the length of the spreader bar. Lifting my right hand up off the floor I tilt the length of the spreader bar while holding it as straight as possible. Carefully jiggling the entire spreader bar the sleeve slides down over the pivot in the center making it rigid and secure holding my wrists far apart from each other. Then I carefully feel for the ropes back to the ratchets and begin to take the slack out of the ratchet ropes until my arms are pulled tight and secure away from my ankles that are restrained over my head. Each gentle pull on the ropes tightens my bonds until I am left bent over on the floor helpless and restrained. In the darkness I can only moan and suck on the invader in my mouth as the invader in my ass caresses me and brings me towards pleasure. As I adjust to my bonds I luxuriate in the caress of the women’s lingerie, the tight restraint of the bustier, the soft caress of the nylons and the hard feel of the shoes. My feet are held in a hard pointed arch with my toes carefully pinioned in the fashionable confinement of the high heels. I flex my anus and feel the soft touch of the plug invading my nether passages, softly vibrating to caress my inner recesses. I push hard and feel the plug try to escape only to be confined by the degree of inflation and the locked crotch strap defeating my futile efforts toward release of one sort. In the quiet darkness of the blindfold I relax in my bonds and slowly run my tongue around the fullness of the penis gag. Pursing my lips I softly suck on the phallus silently gagging me. The fullness of its shape fills my mouth while the ring gag holds my mouth helplessly open. I know in my helpless restraint that if the penis gag were to be removed I would be unable to resist the invasion of a real penis. This thought makes me suck harder upon the rubber one in my mouth and I taste a drop of precum as it flows from my sheathed cock and I am unable to stop it from dribbling in. Should I cum before I am released I will be just as unable to prevent eating my load. I shudder in excitement with anticipation and dread. Should Mistress return home before the ice melts and I can escape my bonds, swallowing my load will be the least of my worries. Slowly time passes and I concentrate on the feel of the varied restraint my body is undergoing. The tight caress of the shaft of my penis where the cock ring grasps it tightly. The fullness of the restraint of the leather strap where it holds the base of the shaft and the fullness of the balls which are tightly strapped and separated. The band of flesh on my body where it is naked between the top of the stockings to the bottom of the bustier. The taut caress of the elastic garter strap across my buttocks, tying the stockings to the bustier. The gently breeze of the fan, moving the cool air of the attic across my flesh. My anus clenches and releases around the invading butt plug that it is as helpless to resist as my lips are the penis gag. I suck harder on the cock in my mouth as the plug in my ass caresses me and more precum rolls against my tongue. In the dark I fantasize how it might be to be restrained as I am with a real penis in place of the plug. To be used as a nameless, faceless sex toy and to be helpless to resist the rape of my lips and to give pleasure all unknowing. I caress and suck on my oral invader and taste the precum that I can not prevent from entering my mouth. My helplessness builds and I blindly suck and strain at my bonds wondering what my fate will be. Will I cum before the ice melts and I can free myself? Will I have no choice about swallowing my load in one form of exploding release? Or will I merely have the precum dribbled bit by bit past my lips to roll across my tongue as I become more and more frantic to cum? In my helplessness I lose all track of time. Surely the ice cubes have melted enough to begin my release. I struggle against my bonds, helplessly sucking on the phallus locked past my lips, my precum sliding forth slowly bringing me further to the brink. I pull against the ropes holding my wrists taut behind me, straining to see if the ice has melted enough to release them. Then from below I hear the sound of a key in the door. Mistress is home and I am still bound. She will know that when I do not answer her, and the attic stairs are down that I am bound helpless up here. I have to get free. I tug at the ropes holding my arms but the ice still has not melted enough. Now I hear her calling me and the tap of her heels on the floor of the hallway. Slowly she climbs the stairs into the attic to take in the sight before her. I hear her footsteps all around me as she views the bondage that I have put myself into. Walking over to the far end of the attic I feel the tug and pull of the ropes to my wrists as she makes an adjustment to the way it is tied. “Well, missy, it is a good thing that I came home when I did. Those ice cubes in your release were nearly all melted and your ropes almost came undone. But I made sure that the rope will stay nice and tight until I decide to release them.” I moan into the confines of the gag at this. “No, don’t thank me yet,” she says, “I’ll be back in a few minutes after I change into something a bit more appropriate.” As her footsteps recede and go back down the attic steps, I shudder in my bonds, feeling the full extent of my helpless position, now restrained so that there is no possibility of release. With no chance of release I suck at the dildo in my mouth as I wonder just what uses Mistress will put me through for the rest of the evening. ...

It had been sometime since I had last indulged in self bondage and I wanted it to be something different. Looking at some pictures that I had found on the internet I found my inspiration. The basic position resembled the yoga posture called the plough with the wrists and ankles secured to what looked like thirty inch spreader bars. The wrists were secured behind the back with ropes leading from each wrist to one support post in the attic and the feet lifted up and over the head and secured in the center of the spreader bar to the base of another support post just beyond the head. The ropes at each wrist would lead to a rope ratchet secured to a center ring held to the post by a nylon stocking filled with about six ice cubes in a plastic bag. This would eventually melt allowing the arms to be released from a tightly restrained position. A special modification would allow me to use a spreader bar and still secure my wrists and the rest of my restraints. Using heavy two inch closet rod I made two spreader bars. The first one for my ankles had an eye bolt at each end with one in the center. The second one was a bit more complex. First I cut the rod to thirty inches and then cut it in half so that I now had two pieces fifteen inches long. At one end of each rod I attached the eye bolts the same as for the ankle spreader. At the other end I cut a notch one eighth inch wide and three inches deep. I put a piece of eighth inch thick bar stock five inches long and drilled a hole two and a half inches from the end of the rods through the bar stock and the rods. It was a simple matter to secure the bar stock to the rod with a pair of recessed nuts and bolts, and to secure them with a bit of super glue. I then took a piece of two inch pvc pipe nine inches long that would slide over the rod and placed it onto the spreader bar. Using two turks head knots I tied one near the eye bolt end of one rod and five inches from the center on the other. What I had now was a spreader bar that would fold up in the middle, but by pulling the bar straight and sliding the pipe toward the center would become rigid and separate the wrists. I tested the fit of the folding spreader bar and found that it worked as planned. Now it was time to ready the rest of my bondage items and prepare. I started by putting on a red waist cincher, bustier with garters. I then pulled up the black seamed stockings and secured them with the garters. Since I was not going to be walking or standing for any length of time I put on my red, seven inch high heeled, patent leathered oxford booties and locked them on with small padlocks. It was the work of a moment to secure the waistband of the cock harness about my waist and to pull my penis and balls through the cock ring of the crotch strap. I then knelt to continue my preparations. Gently stroking my penis I got it hard and at attention. I then rolled a condom down its rigid length. This was a carefully modified condom with a short length of aquarium hose inserted through the tip that was taped and glued to the end. Using a piece of adhesive tape I secured the end of the condom to the base of the shaft of my shaved penis. I then placed a cock ring harness around my penis and balls pulling the strap around the base very tight before locking it on to keep my penis swollen and rigid for some time to come. Now even if I did not lock on the cock belt harness it would not come off until the ring harness was released. Placing some lube on my fingers I carefully coated my vibrating, inflatable butt plug and after lubing my anus slowly began inserting it. After a few minutes I was able to slowly take in the entire length of it and it slid firmly into place held tightly by the narrow neck and the rigid embrace of my anus. Carefully I pressed the pump and inflated it just a bit and tested the good vibrations from the freshly replaced batteries. I quickly placed the pump bulb and controls to the vibrator to the front of the cock harness belt where they would be out of reach once I secured my wrists. Now I pulled the crotch strap through the buckle in the rear of the cock harness and pulled it tight to secure the butt plug. Once again small padlocks fasten both the waist strap and the crotch strap locking the butt plug securely in its place. I placed a ring gag harness behind my lips and secured the gag strap behind my head. Likewise I fastened the head strap and chin strap. I secured the gag and chin strap with some more small padlocks and left the head strap lock unlocked but in place for now. I walked over to the far post in the attic and secured the rope holding the nylon stocking and the ice cubes with the ring to it. I then fastened the two rope ratchets to the ring and ran the two doubled lengths of rope back up to the folding spreader bar. It took only a moment to fasten the slack ends of the rope to the eye bolts with the knots so they would be well out of reach and leave the pulling ends so that I could find them after my wrists were restrained. It was getting close to time to begin my final preparations. I should be secure for about two hours from previous experience with this amount of ice. Mistress was due home in about two and a half hours and if I was still helpless she would take steps to ensure I stayed bound much longer. I gently stroked my sheathed penis and considered what was left to do. I took the key ring with all of the keys on it and clipped it to the center of the ankle spreader bar with a double clip. If I got my hands freed it would be convenient to find there. If I was still restrained when Mistress arrived home it would be easy for Her to find the keys. For some comfort I laid a thin foam pad on the floor where my back would be and covered it with a light blanket. Nearby I lay out the strap, the paddle, a cane, and a riding crop. Hopefully I would be free before Mistress arrived to make use of them, but it would be well to have them out for her. Laying down on the floor with my feet to the rope ratchets and my head to the other support post I rolled back up and put my feet to the floor over my head. I was a bit too close to the bar so I slid down towards the rope ratchets and tried the position again. This time when my feet touched the floor above my head I was looking up at my rigid and restrained cock with the hose just brushing my face. Perfect. I rolled back down and sat up. Taking two locks I put ankle cuffs on and secured them to the ends of the spreader bar. I set two more locks into the ends of the folding spreader bar, and pulled on shoulder length satin gloves, before putting leather wrist cuffs on over them. I then put a wide posture collar around my throat and locked it on in back with another small padlock. I then picked up a hollow penis gag and inserted the length of it into my mouth through the open center of the ring gag. With the ring securely locked in place I was helpless to resist the invasion of this soft plastic phallus, and I fellated it slowly as I let it fill my mouth. Inserted all the way it forced its way in and yet my tongue could still swirl all around the head of it and I could just barely put the tip of my tongue over the opening in the end. Now I pulled the gag strap of the penis gag tight and secured it with a lock of it’s own and I let my tongue and mouth surround its’ captive fullness. Rolling back I lifted my feet up and over so that the eye bolt in the center of the spreader bar met the eye bolt at the base of the post behind me. Reaching my hands over my head I shuddered at the authoritative click! as I snapped the lock shut. Looking up I can see my restrained penis with the tube sticking down from the condom straight towards my face and as I reach up and stroke the length of it a bit of precum dribbles into the tube. Smiling behind the ring gag and the penis gag I put the end of the tube securely into the passage through the penis gag and when I suck I feel the vacuum on the end of my penis. Lifting my head I unfasten the head strap of the ring gag harness and pull a blindfold over my eyes. In the darkness now imposed I reach for two more padlocks, one to secure the blindfold and the other the head strap on the harness. Moaning into the gagged darkness I caress myself to feel the extent of my bonds so far. My nipples stiffen briefly as I caress them and I feel the taut smoothness of my stockinged legs and bare cheeks. Reaching to my waist I slowly give the butt plug about five pumps and feel it swell within me. Carefully I adjust the vibrator and feel it writhe in my anal passage. A few more pumps and I feel it vibrating on my prostrate and I shudder at the caress of the vibrator. For a moment I run it up and let the vibrations fill me but then I carefully turn it down so that I am only just aroused by the gentle touch. If I cum it is going to be some time before it happens. Now I feel beneath and behind me to find the ends of the folded spreader bar. I fasten the wrist cuffs to the eyebolts with the locks placed there and then carefully stretch my wrists apart. It starts to feel so wonderfully secure and I pull my hands to the sides straightening the length of the spreader bar. Lifting my right hand up off the floor I tilt the length of the spreader bar while holding it as straight as possible. Carefully jiggling the entire spreader bar the sleeve slides down over the pivot in the center making it rigid and secure holding my wrists far apart from each other. Then I carefully feel for the ropes back to the ratchets and begin to take the slack out of the ratchet ropes until my arms are pulled tight and secure away from my ankles that are restrained over my head. Each gentle pull on the ropes tightens my bonds until I am left bent over on the floor helpless and restrained. In the darkness I can only moan and suck on the invader in my mouth as the invader in my ass caresses me and brings me towards pleasure. As I adjust to my bonds I luxuriate in the caress of the women’s lingerie, the tight restraint of the bustier, the soft caress of the nylons and the hard feel of the shoes. My feet are held in a hard pointed arch with my toes carefully pinioned in the fashionable confinement of the high heels. I flex my anus and feel the soft touch of the plug invading my nether passages, softly vibrating to caress my inner recesses. I push hard and feel the plug try to escape only to be confined by the degree of inflation and the locked crotch strap defeating my futile efforts toward release of one sort. In the quiet darkness of the blindfold I relax in my bonds and slowly run my tongue around the fullness of the penis gag. Pursing my lips I softly suck on the phallus silently gagging me. The fullness of its shape fills my mouth while the ring gag holds my mouth helplessly open. I know in my helpless restraint that if the penis gag were to be removed I would be unable to resist the invasion of a real penis. This thought makes me suck harder upon the rubber one in my mouth and I taste a drop of precum as it flows from my sheathed cock and I am unable to stop it from dribbling in. Should I cum before I am released I will be just as unable to prevent eating my load. I shudder in excitement with anticipation and dread. Should Mistress return home before the ice melts and I can escape my bonds, swallowing my load will be the least of my worries. Slowly time passes and I concentrate on the feel of the varied restraint my body is undergoing. The tight caress of the shaft of my penis where the cock ring grasps it tightly. The fullness of the restraint of the leather strap where it holds the base of the shaft and the fullness of the balls which are tightly strapped and separated. The band of flesh on my body where it is naked between the top of the stockings to the bottom of the bustier. The taut caress of the elastic garter strap across my buttocks, tying the stockings to the bustier. The gently breeze of the fan, moving the cool air of the attic across my flesh. My anus clenches and releases around the invading butt plug that it is as helpless to resist as my lips are the penis gag. I suck harder on the cock in my mouth as the plug in my ass caresses me and more precum rolls against my tongue. In the dark I fantasize how it might be to be restrained as I am with a real penis in place of the plug. To be used as a nameless, faceless sex toy and to be helpless to resist the rape of my lips and to give pleasure all unknowing. I caress and suck on my oral invader and taste the precum that I can not prevent from entering my mouth. My helplessness builds and I blindly suck and strain at my bonds wondering what my fate will be. Will I cum before the ice melts and I can free myself? Will I have no choice about swallowing my load in one form of exploding release? Or will I merely have the precum dribbled bit by bit past my lips to roll across my tongue as I become more and more frantic to cum? In my helplessness I lose all track of time. Surely the ice cubes have melted enough to begin my release. I struggle against my bonds, helplessly sucking on the phallus locked past my lips, my precum sliding forth slowly bringing me further to the brink. I pull against the ropes holding my wrists taut behind me, straining to see if the ice has melted enough to release them. Then from below I hear the sound of a key in the door. Mistress is home and I am still bound. She will know that when I do not answer her, and the attic stairs are down that I am bound helpless up here. I have to get free. I tug at the ropes holding my arms but the ice still has not melted enough. Now I hear her calling me and the tap of her heels on the floor of the hallway. Slowly she climbs the stairs into the attic to take in the sight before her. I hear her footsteps all around me as she views the bondage that I have put myself into. Walking over to the far end of the attic I feel the tug and pull of the ropes to my wrists as she makes an adjustment to the way it is tied. “Well, missy, it is a good thing that I came home when I did. Those ice cubes in your release were nearly all melted and your ropes almost came undone. But I made sure that the rope will stay nice and tight until I decide to release them.” I moan into the confines of the gag at this. “No, don’t thank me yet,” she says, “I’ll be back in a few minutes after I change into something a bit more appropriate.” As her footsteps recede and go back down the attic steps, I shudder in my bonds, feeling the full extent of my helpless position, now restrained so that there is no possibility of release. With no chance of release I suck at the dildo in my mouth as I wonder just what uses Mistress will put me through for the rest of the evening. ...

For the past 2 years, I’ve been trying to figure out a way to successfully self-mummify myself to the point of no escape. Ever since I was a small child, I had loved to be wrapped tightly in a blanket real snug. I hadn’t realized how intense the feelings could be until I stumbled upon mummification online. First, I tried wrapping myself with saran wrap. I got all the way up to my armpits in inescapability. My problem was always the arms and head. I had tried all the ideas online but they had never been completely successful. ...

Scott enjoyed going out on travel for his company, occasionally. Sometimes he would be away for weeks at a time. The biggest thing he missed when on travel was his girlfriend and being mummified on a regular basis by her. However, when away on travel, one of the perks he had found, were the hotel’s king size beds with king size sheets. Every evening, after he had finished his workout and returned to his room, he would treat himself to an old-fashioned sheet wrap to relax in. He would pull the quilt and spread off of the bed and pile them out of the way on the floor. Moving quickly, he tugged the tucked ends of the sheet out from between the mattress and box springs, and left them hanging loosely. In the nude, he laid down on one side of the bed, pulled the sheet over his body, wrapped it around his ankles, tucking it tightly between his legs and held it tightly to his chest. With his arms held tightly to his chest, he began rolling to his left quickly, wrapping himself tightly in the sheet. By rolling at a slight angle, he was able to wrap the sheet snuggly around his legs and body. He usually ended up under at least 3 layers. ...

“It’s a what?” asked McBride. “A Mummification Pole. That’s what we’re calling it at the moment, but it probably needs a sexier name. I know it’s late Mr McBride, but if you’re free right now, I can bring it up to your office and you can have a look at it.” “O.K. Steve. Bring it up.” Alec McBride hung up, sat back into his sumptuous leather chair and let out a long deep sigh. He glanced at his watch and saw that it was close to midnight. ‘Fuck ’em’ he thought. He got up from his desk. He walked over to the drinks cabinet at the far end of his large office and poured out a large Jack Daniels. Probably his last, he thought as he wandered back to the window and gazed out at the impressive view of the city, illuminated by a million tiny streetlamps. His head was filled with all things he should have said at the board meeting which had ended an hour before. He had been Chief Executive of Innovations Incorporated for less than a year and now it seemed that the board wanted him to resign - just because company shares had been spiraling downwards for a couple of months. ...

Last Sunday, I happen to partake in a series of three self bondage sessions one right after the other. There was a bit of torture involved in each but I found them all to be entertaining. This is my accounts of the day. I consider myself to be a peaceful person. The only problem that I have is that once in a while I will lose my temper. To counteract this, I practice self bondage. Tying myself up is nice but I do not do it for sexual pleasure. This explains why I do not often get an erection during bondage. Another aspect of my temper management training is the implementation of often severe torture upon my penis, testicles, ass, rectum, and nipples. This torture includes but is not limited to anal stretching and impalement, electro shock, painful bondage, nipple clamps, and the application of fire ants, BenGay, and stinging nettles to various parts of my body. ...

One of the more adventurous aspects of Self-bondage is the fear of being discovered during a session, being bound and unable to escape. Captured and available to be used by anyone who happens to find you…. It happened to me one rainy weekday, my wife was at work & the kids at school. I thought that I could enjoy myself for a few hours in self imposed bondage before my ‘peace & quiet’ was to be disturbed by everyone returning home. I carefully prepared my implements for the forthcoming session - the rope; chains; padlocks and gag plus throw in the blindfold for good measure - a few quiet hours bound & gagged was my wish, diverting the telephone and locking the doors & windows I went about my actions beforehand with well practiced rhythm. ...

I just thought I would send you this true story of a self mummification gone wrong. Basically I had been mummifying myself for a few years, almost exclusively with cling film, but I had never really managed to get myself completely sealed airtight. I was lucky enough to come across a huge roll of pallet wrap where I worked and I managed to hide it in my car. I decided that this was my opportunity to do a full wrap. I realised that it was going to be very difficult wrapping myself with such a large roll of plastic, so on my way home I purchased a 250 metre roll of cling film from the supermarket. ...

I have been in to self-bondage for some time now and have acquired an impressive array of toys for my games. I live out in the middle of nowhere in a three-bedroom house on a huge lot of land. The house was left to me when a distant uncle had passed away. The only draw back to living in the country was the long commute to work each day. A three-day weekend finally rolled around giving me the perfect chance to have a little game time. I got home from work around 7 P.M. on Friday so planed to start having fun first thing in the morning. After dinner, I started my preparations for the next day. I planed on using the tried and true method of release, the old frozen keys in the block of ice plan. I started by suspending my keys in the middle of a five-gallon bucket using a paint stir stick and some string. I then filled the bucket with water and placed it in the freezer. In the past, I had tested this method of release and found it kept me secured for just the right amount of time. ...

As I stood in the shower I filled the bulb with water. The thin nozzle slipped in with no problem. I squeezed the bulb slowly and enjoyed the feeling as the warm water slowly rushed inside me. I held it in for a while then bent down to let it out. I did this several times until I was sure. I knew I would have the plug in for some time. I finished what I was doing, dried off and went to get dressed. As I selected my clothes I wished that these chances would come more often. I really loved bondage. I do it to my wife when we can, but when I ask her to do it to me she gets weird so I have to wait till she is out of the house. She is out for the day so I have several hours to play. ...

This is completely true. Now that I look back on it, I was crazy. But back then, 20 years ago, it was both fun and exciting. I was a teacher so during the summer, I didn’t have to get up at any particular hour. I used to take an afternoon nap and then be ready to stay up until 2 or 3 in the morning. I often wrote letters and then took them down to the mailbox to post them. The mailbox was two blocks away. The first block had two houses with plenty of bushes in front. Then came one store and a gas station, a major street, and then another gas station followed by stores, with the mailbox at the end of the row. I should also mention that I lived on a major street, four lanes, and 40 mph. It was pretty dead at 2 am, but not completely. ...

First off, let me say that I have been into bondage all my life. One of my first memories as a child is curling myself into a ball in the bottom of a sleeping bag, then rolling around, trying to make it as difficult as possible to get out. I must have been four or five years old. Through the years my attempts at self-bondage got better, more and more effective. Thankfully, I never got totally stuck, although I came very close on several occasions. ...

This is a true story, and very dangerous. I wouldn’t advise ANYONE to try this without the help of a trusted accomplice. In 1992 my company purchased a huge warehouse and manufacturing plant that was totally empty except for broken furniture and derris scattered around. The building was built on three levels and was over a full city block long, about 500 feet from end to end. Because of the construction, to go from one end to the other one had to negotiate several stairways and large rooms. There were also loading shafts where they used to hoist material up to the third floor. These were open with no railings or protection and were situated in the center of a couple of the rooms. My plan, being an avid self bondage and cross dressing enthusiast, was to make myself helpless and forced to wander the building to retrieve the means to my escape. I would have the building to myself for several months while repairs and changes were made and I was the only one with access so I felt safe. I hid the keys to my bondage in the office safe, an old key operated metal monstrosity. The key to the safe was attached to a padlock at the far end of the building. The key to THAT padlock was locked in a third floor office, and the key to the office was of course at the far end of the complex, but on a different level than the safe key. I would therefore have to make four trips through the old building, up and down several stairways and across vast empty areas with holes in them that could swallow me up and drop me to the basement. Now to prepare for my session I went up to the third floor office suite and I dressed in stockings, a very tight leather corset, open nipple bra, wig, makeup and my 5” heels. I can walk in 6” heels, but I would be walking a LONG way and gave myself a little break. I started my bondage with a 10” hobble between my ankles, a leather crotch strap that would hold my wrists tightly behind my back, locking leather cuffs on my wrists, a large ball gag, tight nipple clamps with bells on them, and finally a blindfold. I thought things through for several minuets and contemplated my plight. I was a long way from any sort of release, I was locked in an abandoned building and I hadn’t set up a “safety” or a backup person. I was so very excited as I slipped the final padlock through the eye on the leather harness behind my back. Attached both wrists to it and took a deep breath. I slowly pushed the padlock hasp closed, let it release and then pushed it again. I did this several times and I almost came when it suddenly snapped shut, trapping me for the next several hours. It was about 1:00 PM and I knew the sidewalk at the front of the building would have traffic. I had to go down a spiral stairway which came out about four feet from the front windows in order to get through the office area and then walk along the window about thirty five feet to get to the door to the warehouse area. I would have to expose myself four times on my journey to release. ...

The Art of Self-Bondage by Otto Dix The Art of Self-Bondage by Otto Dix [email protected] 8 a.m. The kids and spouse piled into the van and headed off to a friends cabin for some time at the beach for the weekend. I couldn’t go with them because I had work to do to prepare for a second job I had lined up in the Fall. Of course, I planned to use Saturday to indulge in the art of self-bondage. It’s rare that I have the privacy and time necessary to orchestrate a setting that robs me of my freedom, mercilessly tortures me, and then eventually releases me in due time. The first order of business was breakfast and a shower. 9 a.m. After my shower, I put on a pair of nylons. I have a serious nylon fetish, and just the idea of being able to casually go about my business with them on is very fulfilling. My next stop is the basement where I boot up the computer and plug my audio output (from the woofer unit) into the mic jack of my 25 watt tape player. I put a fresh 90 minute tape into the boom box and turn the volume all the way up on my power speakers and computer. I open my StereoStim.exe program that is specifically designed to play erotic stim files. From memory, I select three files that are particularly intense and pleasurable. I set their durations at 60 seconds each and the volumes at 100%. I then select a silent wave file, and set the duration at 300 seconds or 5 minutes. I copy it two times, and set the durations at 60 and 10 seconds respectively. I then select the “Fun” mode of the program. This cycles through the files in random order. ...

“Shit”, a moment of panic struck… …Good fortune had allowed me an early finish from work, and as usual, I had rushed home to entertain myself in my own special way. My Own Special Way…? Well, though Sara, my wife knew of my transvestism and was very supportive. She did not know just how adventurous I was when left to my own devices. And having an afternoon off work was just the kind of opportunity I looked forward to, to explore the various kinks I had. Kinks which I would dearly love to talk to Sara about, but I suppose like many others in my situation, I am embarrassed and scared of sharing with Sara the whole truth in case she doesn’t understand, or worse still, in case I loose the woman I love. Well… this time I may not have the choice of keeping this afternoon’s adventure to myself as I’ve just realised my big mistake. ...

“Shit”, a moment of panic struck… …Good fortune had allowed me an early finish from work, and as usual, I had rushed home to entertain myself in my own special way. My Own Special Way…? Well, though Sara, my wife knew of my transvestism and was very supportive. She did not know just how adventurous I was when left to my own devices. And having an afternoon off work was just the kind of opportunity I looked forward to, to explore the various kinks I had. Kinks which I would dearly love to talk to Sara about, but I suppose like many others in my situation, I am embarrassed and scared of sharing with Sara the whole truth in case she doesn’t understand, or worse still, in case I loose the woman I love. Well… this time I may not have the choice of keeping this afternoon’s adventure to myself as I’ve just realised my big mistake. ...

Evil Step Sister - Part I by Hershel Shaeffer Evil Step Sister by Hershel Schaeffer My name is Sean. When I was sixteen we lived in a middle class home in a small town in Indiana. There are five of us my mother, my step-father, my 20 year old sister Sara, my 17 year old step sister Darcy and of course myself. Yes, my stepfather was an asshole. My Mom was nice enough. Sara attends the community college. She was very sweet, absolutely gorgeous, and was one of the most popular girls in high school. Her senior year she was even selected the homecoming queen. Darcy on the other hand was a freaky nasty bitch on her best day. It gave her great pleasure to make me as miserable as possible. She was tall, even a little taller than me at 5’9”. She wasn’t unattractive. It was just really hard to tell, because her style was so freakish. She would always dress in black accessorize with studded leather collars and bracelets, dark make-up and nail polish, an array of piercings and an assortment black wigs of varying lengths. A whole morbid-punk-goth sort of thing that fits right in with the group of freaks she hung out with. At home or at school we generally just tried to avoid each other. ...

From Bad To Worse by GaggedUtopia From Bad To Worse Written By: GaggedUtopia Today was the day. I have waiting patiently for Friday night to start my adventure. I had come up with the idea earlier in the week when I was changing the batteries in my walkman. The idea was so simple that I didn’t believe I didn’t think of it before. An electromagnetic release system. I had used ice a number of times, but most of the time I get the “urge” at anytime and usually never think to keep a key frozen in the fridge. ...

Note – This story is true, or at least how I remember it. This happened to me about a week ago and taught me a lesson. I think everybody probably needs one of these lessons at one point or another if they practice self-bondage, providing it is not fatal. The Night Begins… I sat down at my computer and was pretty bored. It was a Sunday night and I had no plans to keep me busy, not even a rented movie. Since I had not made updated my site in a while, I decided that I would work on the next instalment of Amber’s Misfortune. Completing what I set out to do usually never happens as I start to get turned on. Before long, I convince myself it time for a break and time to tie myself up for a bit. Last Sunday was no different. ...

continues from part six Michelle 7: A Kind of Revenge As Steve went out of the door, he tossed me the keys to my bonds. He was going to be away for a week, and we had said all our farewells. His parting gift was to leave me chained up in a ball. It was going to take me some time to release myself. I twisted myself round, and rolled back so that I could pick up the bunch, using my handcuffed hands. There were over a dozen keys on the ring, and I had to try more than half of them before I found the one that fitted. With a struggle, I managed to reach the chains holding my elbows. I could just reach one elbow with my other hand. One at a time, I again tried different keys, always struggling to find the keyhole in the padlock one-handed. It took me over half an hour to release my elbows. Then it was the padlock holding my head down near my crossed ankles and I was finally able to uncurl. The chains on my ankles, thighs and neck were easy. ...

Angel’s Turn by Gandalf Angel had given her boyfriend David a very special birthday present, namely herself in a pretty strict bondage situation all tied up and ready to go. She wanted to give him a gift he wouldn’t forget…and he sure didn’t! David stood a lot taller than Angel at 6'4", and had sandy blond hair and blue eyes. The sort of blue eyes that could look green, or very blue, depending on what he wore. He had a fairly solid build, reminiscent of his former athletics in high school. ...

Here I am, naked except for chains, leather cuffs and padlocks hiding in the bushes next to a country road. Traffic is light but constant; another car goes by every minute or so mostly moms running errands during the day while the kids are in school or local construction workers driving between jobs. The last thing I want is to be caught by one those guys! Once in a while a really cute female drives by and I am sure she can see me hiding naked and helpless in the bushes a mere 5 feet from the edge of the road, sometimes I peer out a little almost hoping to be caught by one of the females. ...

Before we get into my sad tale, you need to have a little background information. My name is Ted. I am a 33 year old, self employed, engineer consultant. I am tall, 6-4, about 250 lbs., blue eyes with an athletic figure. I have always been interested in bondage from as far back as I could remember. I had always been interested in being put in bondage mummification. I tried several times but could only do the job about half way and it was not satisfactory. I was left to do my self bondage games most of the time. I was lucky. For the last 6 months I had been going with a lady named Linda. ...

Everyone into self-restraint knows how much time is spent tying and untying, until you get it right. The disappointment of being able to escape too soon. I had an idea for a spread eagle that I wanted to try. So one night I decided to fit it together. My bed is one of those steel frames without a footboard. The legs under the foot of the bed are just about right to spread eagle my legs. Around the bed was run a line at about the place where my feet should go. To the ends of this line and on top of the bed, short (five feet) to both ends of a half-inch line is tied (with a sheet bend) to the line on each side of the bed. The half inch line has a Cat’s-Paw knot in each bight to go around the ankles. With these around the ankles the feet were almost be able to touch. From the center of the line under the bed, another line runs under the bed to a Rope Ratchet on the headboard of the bed. If I pulled this line through the Rope Ratchet it would spread my legs. I tied a bowline in a bight into a closed loop of half-inch line. When I tightened it the end only came to my fingers. There was a similar loop for my left hand held to the bedpost with an ice lock. I had not put ice in the ice lock; instead put in a cork from a wine bottle. I was ignoring a rule I had about always using an ice lock as a safety release. I was just checking for size. With my left hand fastened to the left post, I locked my right hand to the right post with a combination lock. I was now a prisoner. The lock was well lighted, so I could unlock it at any time. ...

This is a 100% true story; it happened last night. I had seen an ad in the local free paper for ‘domination in the suburbs’, so one time I called and asked what kind of dungeon they had. “Fully equipped”, they said. I wasn’t interested in paying for a dungeon session, especially since two previous attempts elsewhere were very unsatisfying. But I did want to pay them a visit, and did last night. My wife was out of town for the weekend. I was going to a play in a theatre, which was halfway from home to the dungeon. Now was the time! Before I left home, I put on the bottom layer - - a pair of very tight female trunks, which are so tight that I had to cut out the crotch to keep from a lot of pain from the pressure on my balls. Over that, a pair of boy leg trunks (female style so they are snug in the crotch, but not uncomfortable). And then my regular clothes. I had also generously lubricated my asshole with Noxema. After the play, I went to a stall in the men’s room and pulled down my pants. I decided that it was a good idea to take a leak, even though not doing so would add to the pressure, I worried about doing it when I was in the car. Then I took a butt plug out of my pocket and inserted it; this was a five-inch rubber plug and to keep it in place, I had glued a short piece of plastic pipe onto the end. I pulled up the inner panties and then the outer trunks, putting in an athletic cup. I then went out to the car and pulled into a corner of the parking lot for the rest of the preparation. I removed the rest of my clothes. The first new item was a bodysuit, which used to fit but now is too snug to secure the snaps. However, it did fit over my body and served one purpose - - the cowl at the top could form a hood. Then a pair of white tights; I wanted to use black but couldn’t find them. And white would serve to accentuate the rest of the outfit. After that, a black turtleneck leotard. The clothing was on; now for the accessories. First, a collar. A tag in front read ‘I’M TAKEN. Property of Mistress Clair.’ I took a padlock and secured both the collar and the leotard’s zipper in back. I knew once I clicked the lock that I was stuck until I got home, because that’s where the key was. And then a one-inch belt which closes with a hasp. At that point, I stopped and drove to the location. I drove back and forth a couple of times; I didn’t want to use their parking lot because they could see that I could drive and this would defeat the image I was trying to present. I had two choices, parking in a shopping center across the street or in an adult bookstore 100 yards down the street but on the same side. This is a major road so I picked the latter. (Traffic was already sporadic, coming in bunches as traffic lights down the way turned green, and then nothing.) I put the car keys into my sock; the bulge was not noticeable. Then I got out and walked to the side of their building where I finished the preparation. A ball gag with a label dangling from the front, ‘SASSY MOUTH - Do Not Open Until Midnight.’ And a pair of leather hasp cuffs; I hid the key for the padlock under my crotch, which was within easy reach and not at all noticeable. I put on the gag and locked the cuffs to the hasp from the belt. And then I went in. I handed them a note which ‘my mistress’ had written, telling them ‘I’ needed a place to park my slave on Thursday night, and to show me the dungeon so I might report back to her. (once I take the gag out of his sassy mouth.) The three scantily dressed women had a bit of trouble figuring out what the note meant but with my grunts and, at one time, my attempt to write on paper when my wrists were locked together, they understood. They showed me the dungeon, which was small but had a rack, a square board with manacles in each corner, and a pillory. They gave me the price and I left. I got around the corner and tried to unlock my cuffs but couldn’t seem to manage it. So I walked back to the car, and found there was another car parked next to me, and there was a man in the driver’s seat! I know I gave him quite a show as I fumbled with the car keys and then got inside. I finally managed to get the cuffs lock open, then removed the gag from my aching jaws. It was a disappointing session, but one would never know until one tried it. None of the three girls seemed to be interested in what I was wearing; none of them ‘played along’ by looking at the tag dangling from my collar nor the tag on the gag. (That one was in large type so maybe they could read it without seeming to.) I had thought of wearing a pair of leg irons but considering where I was parked, I decided not to - - even though I could have released myself from them outside the building. I wonder what this addition might have brought in their attention. I could also have put a lock on the gag but the only other lock I had was a mate to the one with the key at home, and I was 30-40 minutes away from home. (But I was also hoping that maybe they would notice the gag was not locked and remove it so I could communicate . . . but that was asking too much.) I got home, released the collar, and took a well-deserved piss. Then I thought that since the outfit was so comfortable, I would wear it to bed. The only thing I took off was the bodysuit, which was too snug for sleeping. Yes, I kept the butt plug in, though I did take it out for a refresher on Noxema. On the way home, I thought of how much fun it would be to return to the mini-dungeon but for an overnight session. I would walk in with wrists handcuffed behind my back and the leg irons on, with the key for both dangling from the front of my collar. They would put me into the dungeon and I would plan to stay past the shift- change - - the place is open 24 hours a day. And when the new shift arrived, the departing one would tell them of the occupant of the dungeon, and they would come in a torment me. Since their slogan is ‘Be our naked playmate, or we’ll be yours’, someone could also remove my trunks and then they could all tease me about my lack of endowment . . . . and chain me up totally naked and exposed to view, and my being unable to do anything about it . . . . . .

Bound he is by Adam Egg ‘This story is fiction’ Don’t try this at home (unless you know what you are doing). After our Saturday afternoon of fun, Linda talked a few times about doing it again. Of course, I was ready to go at any time. Even though the experience had been very pleasurable, it had also been somewhat stressful and more than two or three sessions a month might be too much. The following Saturday morning I made a short grocery list. Just before noon I gave her the list with the instruction that she should leave exactly at noon, keep an eye on her watch and return in no less that 30 minutes but no more the 40 minutes. Also, she was to get the items on the list and nothing else. There was a puzzled look on her face so I said, “Trust me, I will have a surprise for YOU.” Emphasis on the ‘you’. The store was close by and there was nothing perishable on the list so she should have no problem. At the stroke of noon she left and I got started. First, a note on the door, ‘Linda, come in and lock the door behind you. Leave the groceries in the living room and follow the arrows upstairs.’ Next, several large arrows were placed on the floor, first toward the stairs, than up and finally into the main bedroom where the closed circuit TV was placed on the dresser. Then I went into the spare bedroom, closed the door and removed every stitch of clothing including my watch. There was a clock in the wall so I could keep track of time. First, I rapped a Velcro strap around my scrotum and attached a string and small weight. The weight was placed in the table for now. After stepping in front of the T, I slipped a belt around my thighs, tied my ankles and knees with straps and belted my hips and waist. The thigh belt was removed. ...

A true story for your self bondage page. The following is a true story. I have been a bondage lover for many years, but my current girlfriend is very “vanilla”. To her, oral sex is verging on “kinky”, so, bondage is totally out of the question, and never mentioned. We don’t even live together, because it is “not right unless you are married” (her words) However, I love the feeling of being tied up, and frequently indulge in self bondage. I always tie myself the same way - lying on the bed on my back, legs wide open, with my feet tied individually to either side of the bedpost above my head. Then, my wrists handcuffed to the bedhead, key in ice on a string, so it drops down exactly to the height of my hands. Not being able to touch myself makes me incredibly horny, and as soon as the ice melts & I’m free, I always make myself climax within seconds. I don’t like the thought of a heavy caning, but a light spanking turns me on. Anyway, one afternoon I set out all my equipment, tied my legs wide apart above my head, then with very light strokes, spanked my arse with my leather paddle. Just enough to get me nice & hard, then I snapped on the cuffs and fantasised about being teased by a leather-clad dominatrix. Unfortunately, Caren, my girlfriend, who NEVER drops in un-announced, decided to come over, as she was in the area. Her mobile phone battery had died, so she didn’t ring first. My car was in the driveway, so she knew I was home. I didn’t hear her knock on the door, so she presumed I was in the back of the house & let herself in with the key that I had once given her. Suddenly my bedroom door opened. She screamed in shock. She was totally convinced that someone had done this to me. Until I asked her to grab the key from the still unmelted ice release string. Then the penny dropped (unfortunately, the key didn’t) ...

G’day, Gromet, Thanks for your terrific site. For a long time I thought I was the only person like me in all the world - but now I’m one of the Gromet group! Your galleries and stories have been a real eye-opener and turn-on, and I’m always learning new tricks. The latest one is Nimrod’s “Inflatable Mummy Sack,” an inflatable mattress rolled like a burrito, with pump attached. I have to tell you, it works! What a great idea. ...

On Fridays, Lisa was scheduled on a swing shift, starting and ending a couple hours later than the regular day shift I was on. I would be home at least a couple of hours before her. She suggested I should be prepared for some fooling around after she got home. When I asked what preparation she might like she replied, “Surprise me.” She would have little to do for the end of her workday and I knew she would likely spend it fantasizing about a hot evening or more. Both of us enjoyed bondage and self-bondage but readily switched sub and dom with each other. Her reply was effectively inviting me to be in self-bondage when she got home, as well as cross-dressed. By the time I got through the day I had pretty well thought out what I would set up. ...

At His Mercy by Selfhelp At His Mercy by Selfhelp Friday Friday is MY day. All to my own. And without commercial interruptions. This is important because the main self bondage location is my office suite. As I am driving to my office I think about what is in store for me, smiling, but also just a little nervous. All my gear is there and it will take me about 45 minutes to set up before I closed the combination lock. At the office is make sure blinds are drawn and doors secured. ...

The day I was caught in self-bondage. No one else was at home. It seemed like a great time for a little adventure, but first I had to prepare. In my room I stripped off my clothes, then from my secret hiding place on the floor under the bottom dresser drawer I removed my equipment several bundles of nylon rope, cable zip-ties, duct tape, and scissors. Now, all I needed was a damsel before the adventure could begin, ya gotta have a damsel in distress for a self-bondage session. I went down the hall to my older sister Sara’s room. I tossed my supplies on her bed. Quickly, I began to collect the outfit for my damsel, 3 pairs of panties, bra, pantyhose, white half-slip, blue-plaid pleated skirt, white peter pan blouse, plaid cross tie and black maryjanes for the classic schoolgirl in bondage scenario. I placed all these items on Sara’s bed. A glance at the clock reminded me that my parents would be home in about 2 hours. My sister was scheduled to work after school. She shouldn’t be home until very late. Thinking about being bound and the possibility being caught began to get me excited. ...

The day I was caught in self-bondage. No one else was at home. It seemed like a great time for a little adventure, but first I had to prepare. In my room I stripped off my clothes, then from my secret hiding place on the floor under the bottom dresser drawer I removed my equipment several bundles of nylon rope, cable zip-ties, duct tape, and scissors. Now, all I needed was a damsel before the adventure could begin, ya gotta have a damsel in distress for a self-bondage session. I went down the hall to my older sister Sara’s room. I tossed my supplies on her bed. Quickly, I began to collect the outfit for my damsel, 3 pairs of panties, bra, pantyhose, white half-slip, blue-plaid pleated skirt, white peter pan blouse, plaid cross tie and black maryjanes for the classic schoolgirl in bondage scenario. I placed all these items on Sara’s bed. A glance at the clock reminded me that my parents would be home in about 2 hours. My sister was scheduled to work after school. She shouldn’t be home until very late. Thinking about being bound and the possibility being caught began to get me excited. ...

To Himself by Rob Dear Gromet, This is a story I wrote a few years ago, before I found your wonderful site that seems to have been custom designed to help satisfy my kink. This is a work of fiction, I would further hypothesis that there might be some kind of remote monitoring device in a situation like this to help promote safety or a get out of jail free card in the event of emergency. I hope your readers enjoy this as much as I enjoyed fantasing while writing it. Rob To Himself He had received a fax from his Mistress as he was getting ready to go home for work that evening and the instructions there gave him a chill as he read them and put his affairs in order for the day. The instructions were implicit and he was to follow them immediately upon arriving home. He was caught three miles from home in the usual uptown traffic as he commuted home in his Mercedes. He could barely keep his off of himself as he drove but his Mistress had instructed him not to play with himself that evening until she allowed him to, if she allowed him to. ...

I’d had one of those pathetic metal frame futon beds for years now. Originally it was fun, fun to be able to fold it up as a couch for guests and fun for self bondage games. The metal frame was not very wide but it was perfect for slipping handcuffs around and they didn’t move much once there. Unfortunately it was slow murder for my back as the frame slowly bent after years of use and I decided to get a new one. ...

Spring Break Discovery by JC The day had been pretty boring at college. I couldn’t wait till I got home. I knew today would be the day. Both parents would be gone, and I just received my package in the mail. As if it weren’t great enough, tonight was the first night of spring break. My parents wouldn’t be gone for only one night, but they were taking a vacation and leaving me home alone to house sit. Being the mature twenty-one year old I am, they trusted me. ...

Walking the Plank by Nickerlas Walking the Plank by Nickerlas I couldn’t see much through the open zipper in the front of the leather mask, and I couldn’t push the branches out of my way as my wrists were firmly tied behind my back. Chum was guiding me along the forest path with a strong grip on my arm, all the while filming our progress on his digital. Apart from sandals and the mask I was stark naked. ...

Peasant Girl in Self-Bondage by Hershel Schaeffer Here is an original story I’ve written. Use it on your site if you want to. I will also be posting it on the Dreambook “Caught in self bondage site” as well. This is partI Peasant Girl in Self-Bondage Hershel Schaeffer As long as I can remember, seeing a woman tightly bound caught my attention. Although, I don’t know exactly why, around the age of 14 or 15 years old I began to experiment with tying my wrists together to see how it could be done to prevent escape. The idea progressed to the point where I had the uncontrollable desire to know what it felt like to be completely and helplessly bound. As strange as it may sound it seemed perfectly natural to me that the most appropriate and exciting way to do this would be to dress myself in girl’s clothing. My sister, Brittany, is just a year younger than I am. Although I was quite a bit taller than she was, I was a very slender young man at the time. As such her clothes fit me reasonably well. ...

One of the early bondage story sites I came across included a short story entitled “Into the Woods”, (presented as a “this happened to me” story) the plot of which consisted of the following: The viewpoint character, a man, agrees to meet a new mistress at a rental cabin in a public park. She meets him, blindfolds and collars him, and takes him on a motorcycle ride deeper into the park.. It is about midnight when she pulls up well “into the woods”, where she strips him, adds a ball gag, and locks him into a combination chain incorporating wrist and ankle cuffs and a cock cuff. Supposedly, this combination makes it only possible for him to move by crawling on hands and knees. The mistress then takes off his blindfold, advises him he has to make his way back to the cabin by 5:00am, or she will be leaving, taking his clothes and the keys, and departs on the cycle, leaving him alone, naked, chained, gagged, and lost. After a long, painful, frightening crawl, he gets back to the cabin just in time to see her complete her promise to abandon him and head into town. He is left in the park as he is. Further instalments were promised but never appeared. ...

The Gates of Hell Experiment by Prof. Challenger ([email protected]) The Gates of Hell Experiment, by Prof. Challenger ([email protected]) I bought a cock toy called a “Gates of Hell” for experimentation purposes. It consisted of a strap with a series of graduated rings attached. In this case, there were five, and made out of black rubber. (Some are made of metal rings, and have up to seven rings). Another page on the internet devoted to chastity reported that some users had had some success using these as chastity devices. I’m not into the prospect of long-term chastity, but any ideas involving a good, cheap dungeon toy attracts me. ...

The Knots Experiments by Prof. Challenger The Knots Experiments, by Prof. Challenger ([email protected]) Since researching self-bondage on the Internet, I’ve become aware of a number of different ways to delay release. One of the most simple, yet with a number of intriguing subtleties, is the use of a rope with multiple knots. Variation one: Standing, hands over head. To prepare, I took about an eight foot piece of nylon clothesline rope, doubled it, and slid a heavy-gauge two-inch diameter cock ring down one end to hang at the center. I then left about a six inch loop at the center with the cock ring trapped within it, and knotted the ropes to close the loop. I then put seventeen more “post office” knots into the remaining length of the ropes, so that each one would have to be undone in order to free the ring from the rope. ...

Several stories posted on this site (“Computer Bondage” , “Remote Controlled”, and “Zipped and Shocked”) brought to mind a self-bondage computer program I created a while back. I wanted something controlled by an external entity. I wanted uncertainty about how long I would be restrained (and no way to intervene once locked up). As a practical matter, I needed to be able to set outer time limits. I wanted “torture” while locked up—also unpredictable and uncontrollable. What I Came Up With ...

Thursday afternoon. Sunlight filtered through the almost closed window blinds into the quiet sleeping room. The bed was wide and inviting, the satin sheets glistening in the few rays of sun that managed to sneak in. He stood totally naked in the middle of the room, his clothes in a neat bundle on the chair next to the dresser. Bending over he picked up a leather body harness. It felt cool and stiff in his hands as he started to put in on, looping the straps over his shoulders and closing them behind his back. The crotch strap had a steel ring in it through which his cock and balls went; he pulled it tight up behind his back and closed it. Then he closed the cuffs around his ankles and locked them together. ...

It was a game I often played with my girlfriend, but since our split-up, outdoor bondage had been rare for me. This Sunday however, was to be different. I had spent all day Saturday tidying out the garage and one thing I found was our box of various bike saddles. Sara and I had developed quite a passion for bondage in all forms, and outdoor adventures were particularly exciting. One outdoor adventure that we had developed was cycling and I had created a variety of saddles for use by either of us when riding. When I found these saddles I was overwhelmed by the urge to have a trip out for old-times sake. I quickly changed the saddle on my bike for the special I had made. Up early on Sunday morning it was time to start my day out. ...

It was a game I often played with my girlfriend, but since our split-up, outdoor bondage had been rare for me. This Sunday however, was to be different. I had spent all day Saturday tidying out the garage and one thing I found was our box of various bike saddles. Sara and I had developed quite a passion for bondage in all forms, and outdoor adventures were particularly exciting. One outdoor adventure that we had developed was cycling and I had created a variety of saddles for use by either of us when riding. When I found these saddles I was overwhelmed by the urge to have a trip out for old-times sake. I quickly changed the saddle on my bike for the special I had made. Up early on Sunday morning it was time to start my day out. ...

Hello Gromet. I have a separate “story” to submit. I’ve been getting requests for electircal play information. I thought I would write down what I know from my personal experiences. It is a “How-To-Manual” with a short scenerio at the end. I’d appreciate it if you posted this as well. I know its alot, but I don’t think you will be hearing from me for awhile after this. Thanks, Otto. ...

8 8IF YOU HAVE A HEART CONDITION OR PACEMAKER, PLEASE DON’T DO THIS Please take care if attempting to use any electrical device! Instructions for “Stereo Electro-Stimulation” (SES) by Otto Dix Instructions for “Stereo Electro-Stimulation” (SES) by Otto Dix Several people have asked me for information regarding “stereo electro-stimulation” (SES). Some are male, some are female. Some want it for auto-erotic/self bondage purposes; others want to be skilled at toping others with it. I will gear my instructions for all users. I offer the information from my own personal experience, and offer absolutely no guarantees of it being perfectly safe or completely effective. All self-bondage activity is risky. You need to judge if this level of risk is appropriate for you. If you want to talk further about SES, my email is [email protected]_ ...

Hi I’m Jen, I’m in my mid 20’s about 5'10" and weigh around 140lbs. I have long dark brown hair, almost black, and a very nice set of (C-cup) breasts. I keep myself in pretty good shape. Mainly for myself, but most just think it’s because of Joe. He harps on me all the time about taking care of myself, he is always trying his best to stay fit. Too bad it doesn’t work too good for him, He’s not obscene or anything, just a few extra pounds here and there. ...

8 8 Bondage Before Vegas Part 2 by rob AKA- pierced_m Title- Bondage Before Vegas Part 2 Author- rob AKA- pierced_m E-Mail- [email protected] As it was only 5 o’clock i needed to kill a little time so i began watching a BDSM video. Denise was due home around 9PM and as i was using Her as my release person i only wanted to be in bondage about an hour or so as i planned on making it fairly strict. As I watched the movie i decided to put on my nipple stretchers and penis chastity. i started with my nipples. i slipped the circle over the barbell of my right nipple and began pulling my nipple through the circle and hooked one end of the barbell to the top of the post. i then worked more of my nipple through the bottom circle and hooked the other end of the barbell atop the post._ ...

My tale is about self-bondage. Like most others you read about here, I have been into self-bondage for a while. My problem has always been that I seem to always manage to get free before I originally planned on. With that in mind I decided to do a little better planning for my next adventure. I decided that this new adventure would have the elements of bondage, humiliation, endurance, risk of exposure and most importantly no easy way out. ...

8 8 Tight And Caught by Martha & Dan Self bondage Tight And Caught Dan I had planned on a few hours in bondage taking the precaution of having a safety of course . I had called my ex-girlfriend and asked if she would stop by in about 6 hours. I had said I may be busy so please use the spare key to come in if I don’t answer, she agreed but said she may be a little late as she would be busy which only added a bit of excitement . ...

This is my first time writing a story, and I’m no great story teller, but I wanted to recount my best self-bondage experience. The problem with being a guy into SB is how best to stimulate ones self. I read so many stories about girls into SB and all the inventive ways they find to give themselves orgasms, but I’ve never been able to figure out a way to bring myself off while tied. This is a problem, because the act of bondage in itself is boring for me. I require some stimulus to make the experience fun. What excited me about bondage is the thought of being out of control of something that is happening to you. I don’t just want to tie myself up and simply wait for release. ...

8 8 Bondage Before Vegas by rob AKA- pierced_m Title- Bondage Before Vegas Author- rob AKA- pierced_m E-Mail address- [email protected] This is a True Story…._ PART ONE It was a very warm Friday afternoon in June and I was trying to get my chores finished early as I had a little self-bondage planned for later. My Mistress /Wife was getting dressed for work (In Her Correctional Officers Uniform) when I heard the front door being unlocked and in walked Linda. ...

It was Friday. The tyres screamed as I came down the ramp into the basement garage and quickly parked the GTI. I grabbed my notebook case from the backseat, then slammed the door and locked it with the remote control as I hurried into the elevator. ‘Thank God it’s Friday!’ was my thought as the elevator smoothly rode up to the highest level of the upscale apartment building. A drink on the couch and maybe a nice dinner somewhere in town was all I wanted right now. The week had been hectic enough. And last night had not really helped… ...

A dark closet with absolutely no light under the door is a good substitute for a hood. Until the moment of truth a flashlight will do. The closet is upstairs in a room without windows. It is a small one and when just into it I can reach the door handle from behind and the shelf is chin high, a tight fit even when not tied. Preparing it I screw in four metal eyelets, two underneath the shelf towards the back, and the other two on the inside of the door frame about four inches high. All my equipment is laid out except for ice cubes. The penis dildo I attach with tape to a flat box, so that the back of the box is against the wall, and can’t move. ...

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. ...

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. ...

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. ...

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! ...

After telling my folks I was going to Indianapolis for a weekend conference, I moved myself into the barn on the outlying 160 acres of my uncle Melvin’s Fort Wayne farm for a couple of days of self-bondage game-playing. I arrived late on Saturday morning, drove down a bumpy dirt road and pulled up to a well-maintained old barn. (Farmers generally take better care of their barns than they do their houses- that’s where their money is!) I knew the barn was only used part of the year and that didn’t include now; I mean, I seriously didn’t want to be disturbed. I spent some time carrying in a cooler full of ice and dry ice, a tool chest, several boxes of ‘toys’, and an assortment of pieces that I had prepared in the past week or so. I also set up a TV and a VCR (fortunately, the barn had 117VAC power). ...

After telling my folks I was going to Indianapolis for a weekend conference, I moved myself into the barn on the outlying 160 acres of my uncle Melvin’s Fort Wayne farm for a couple of days of self-bondage game-playing. I arrived late on Saturday morning, drove down a bumpy dirt road and pulled up to a well-maintained old barn. (Farmers generally take better care of their barns than they do their houses- that’s where their money is!) I knew the barn was only used part of the year and that didn’t include now; I mean, I seriously didn’t want to be disturbed. I spent some time carrying in a cooler full of ice and dry ice, a tool chest, several boxes of ‘toys’, and an assortment of pieces that I had prepared in the past week or so. I also set up a TV and a VCR (fortunately, the barn had 117VAC power). ...

Hi! Some of you may have read some of my fantasy stories under the pen name of Rawl or Rawn and thus know I am a very kinky person. At least in my mind! I guess that a little intro is long over due! Where to start? Hmmm… Well I guess to start let me say I have been crossdressing long before I understood what that meant, also tagging self-bondage in with it on most occasions, but I also enjoy seeing the female form in all sorts of tight confining bondage and clothing. One of the earliest memories of Cd’ing is when I was about ten. Being from a poverty level farming family, hand me downs were a way of life. Usually; from brother to brother and sister to sister. ...

8 8 The Long Walk A True Story Of Cross-Dressing And The Hazards Of Self-Bondage by Don Martin The Background At the time of this adventure I was living by myself in an apartment in the Southern suburbs of the city. I’d got quite good at self-bondage and always took great care to ensure that there was at least one means of escape, preferably two, should I get into trouble. However, as the following episode shows, it is easy to overlook one simple thing that can cause a real problem. ...

8 8 The Night Drive Experiment by Professor Challenger The Night Drive Experiment, by Professor Challenger [email protected] Have you heard of people driving naked? I bet you have. There is even a nudist driver’s club of sorts. However, how about driving naked and in bondage? In actuality, it is very hard to be seen while you are driving at night. The interior of your car is usually as dark as, if not darker than, the outside. Streetlights reflect off the outside glass. Oncoming headlights dazzle the night vision. If you think about it, about the only time you can see another driver is if you are stopped next to them at a stoplight and happen to glance to the side. Knowing this, I decided to attempt a nude drive with some bondage on for spice. ...

8 8 Yoked by Otto Dix Yoked By Otto Dix It started out as a family weekend of berry picking, at the last minute, the rest of the family backed out. My wife complained that there was nothing for the kids to do up there except watch T.V. My parents were away for week visiting my older sister and I promised to go up to their house on Saturday to water the garden and check that everything was alright. It was their retirement home, and was locate in a very secluded property that backed onto a forest. I opted to head off by myself and take a bit of a respite from the family. As I left Friday night for the remote village, I tried telling myself that I wasn’t going to do anything stupid this time. I was going to water the garden, pick raspberries, and get a good night’s sleep. Despite my intentions, I grabbed my toolbox and put in the trunk of the car to take with me. In it, I had a couple of chains and bunch of pad locks. I stopped at a grocery store to pick up a couple of food supplies, as my parents would have left no food in the fridge. I passed by the rack of nylons, and couldn’t help myself. I grabbed to pair of black nylons and threw them in the basket. Now I knew that I wouldn’t be able to stop myself. It was like I was on autopilot, and I was just along for the ride. ...

“This is the last time I try anything this foolish,” I thought to myself. “Next time I’ll be a lot more careful.” See, I had a day off and was home by myself. It was late afternoon, I had done all I needed to do earlier that day and my wife wasn’t due home for about three hours. So I thought to myself, “Hmmm. A little self-bondage would be a great way to pass some time.” My wife enjoyed playing bondage games with me sometimes, but she wasn’t as into it as I was. She understood my need, though, and always allowed me plenty of time to play by myself. ...

“This is the last time I try anything this foolish,” I thought to myself. “Next time I’ll be a lot more careful.” See, I had a day off and was home by myself. It was late afternoon, I had done all I needed to do earlier that day and my wife wasn’t due home for about three hours. So I thought to myself, “Hmmm. A little self-bondage would be a great way to pass some time.” My wife enjoyed playing bondage games with me sometimes, but she wasn’t as into it as I was. She understood my need, though, and always allowed me plenty of time to play by myself. ...

Tonight (or maybe this morning) I was a bad boy. But what an adventure I had! My wife is away on business for the week. I don’t really sleep well when she isn’t here so I decided to try something. I tied myself up with ropes around my ankles, above and below my knees and around my thighs. I put myself in a rope harness and also put on a type of crotch rope. I cleave gagged myself and then added an over-the-mouth gag. I then wrapped rope around my arms and chest, using the stair banister as an anchor for the rope as I wound the rope around my upper body. I placed my wrists behind my back and secured them. Then I went to bed at 11:00 PM. ...

8 8 Bondage Nights by rob AKA- pierced_m Story Title - Bondage Nights Author - rob AKA- pierced_m E-Mail - [email protected] This is a True Story_ Ten years ago I was injured at work and received a medical retirement, along with a cash settlement which gives me the opportunity to remain unemployed and stay at home. Denise who has always had a dominant personality decided to remain employed at Her current position as a State Prison Correction Officer at a men’s prison in California. ...

There had been quite a thunderstorm the night before so it was the perfect time to pull some pesky weeds. To add some pleasure to the chore, I decided to do this as the slave of a mistress of a grand house. First, my clothing - - what there was of it. The bottom lawyer was a very snug pair of dance trunks, female style. They were so tight that I had to cut a hole in the crotch or my privates would have been crushed. But the tightness also allowed me to insert a butt plug and with a little wadding of paper towel, be assured it would not slip out as it moved back and forth, in and out. ...

8 8 Living Art by Soloist One thing about beach cities, you can get away with a lot. Living Art and Performing Art are common. This led to a really wild plan on my part. The idea was born when I found access to the roof of a four story office building overlooking one of the business streets. One weekday morning before daylight I erected a St. Andrews cross at the edge of the roof at the side facing the street. I also hung a banner over the edge of the roof. I put a padlock on the roof door to discourage the curious from coming up for a closer look at what I was about to do or to play touchy-feely. Maybe accessibility would be an idea for another time. ...

8 8 Oops! by Soloist When you are in bondage, the is no such thing as unbearable For some time I have been developing a lady I met on the internet to act as a safety for my self bondage games. We met on a chat channel where I visit in my ‘straight’ persona. She turned out to live only six blocks from me. We met and become friends. No sex, real or cyber. She has, though, played at cybersex with at least one partner. She is 30, married, with four young children. She seemed to be free spirited enough that I thought it possible to utilize her as a safety when I play my games. ...

The following is a true story of actual events in my teen years, and if there’s an interest in hearing more, I can continue!? It was an act of simple curiosity, nothing more, nothing less I think, but the day I saw my sister dressed in sexy underwear, I knew I wanted to try wearing it also. I was 18 at the time and had two sisters, Rachel 21, and Becky 19, I always had to show my ID to prove I was 18 as I looked younger & smaller for my age. Rachel had recently left home to live with her best friend whilst at university. Becky had shared a room with Rachel before she moved out, and this room was all hers now. Things always seem unfair when you’re the youngest, and this situation was no different. Becky had the biggest room with a spare bed for when her friends came to stay, and Rachel had left her loads of clothes and stuff when she moved out, some for keeps, and others that she could use ‘til Rachel finished university. What did John (that’s me!) get out of this… nothing! ...

The following is a true story of actual events in my teen years, and if there’s an interest in hearing more, I can continue!? It was an act of simple curiosity, nothing more, nothing less I think, but the day I saw my sister dressed in sexy underwear, I knew I wanted to try wearing it also. I was 18 at the time and had two sisters, Rachel 21, and Becky 19, I always had to show my ID to prove I was 18 as I looked younger & smaller for my age. Rachel had recently left home to live with her best friend whilst at university. Becky had shared a room with Rachel before she moved out, and this room was all hers now. Things always seem unfair when you’re the youngest, and this situation was no different. Becky had the biggest room with a spare bed for when her friends came to stay, and Rachel had left her loads of clothes and stuff when she moved out, some for keeps, and others that she could use ‘til Rachel finished university. What did John (that’s me!) get out of this… nothing! ...

In my last story, I mentioned how I’d built a timer safe - I’ve been asked about how several times, so I’ve created a document with photos of the safe for those that want it - just drop me an email. This time I thought I’d describe how I’ve taken inspiration from the other writers here… I’ve always had a deep fascination of self bondage, and have devised many elaborate ways of restraint and release - however, it has almost exclusively involved being inside the house, or in very close proximity. ...

I have been into bondage and self bondage since I was very young, maybe 6 or 7 years old. I travel a lot and spend many hours in self bondage on my trips. I like to cross-dress also and don’t look too bad. This is a true story, one of many to be told. During a trip to Las Vegas in about 1989 I was staying in a smaller motel on the edge of town. I prefer motels with outside entrances to the parking lot directly from the room, no hallways. I was planning an extended bondage session and hoped to enlist some outside help to humiliate and perhaps torment me. ...

This is a work of fantasy. My parents did well in real estate and since money was not that big concern they bought a house for me by the college I was going to. The house was built in the early 1900s and apparently it was modified during Prohibition. I discovered a hidden door in the master bedroom closet and found the remains of an old still. The room was 8’X11’ the layout of the rest of the rooms hides the fact it is there. The room had two posts in the middle about six feet apart. ...

Gromet, I have enjoyed your site for some time now and thought I’d try to help contribute something. Unfortunately I wrote this story before reading the writer’s guidelines you’ve posted, so I’m unsure if this story will be acceptable. It’s a story describing the first time a self-bondage session as a kid turned into something sexual for me, and I was roughly 13 or 14 years old at the time. So if you don’t want it that’s cool. If you don’t care to post it “as is”, but think it might be interesting with an older main character that’s cool too, I can probably alter the story a bit. Also, I’ve added the story codes I think fit to save you time, but it’s your site, and if you feel the codes should be changed feel free. -Bound Anon ...

One of my favorite things besides chains are my fur coats. I have four; all fox, ranging from short jackets to floor length. I do not know if a love of long hair (mine is about three inches from my knees) and a love of furs go together, but with me they do. I decided to take my love of furs a giant step forward and mustered up the courage to go to see the furrier where I bought my coats. Jean is a long time friend and I felt I could approach her with my idea. I wanted her to make a body suit out of fur. I like heavy fur, such as fox and fox fur is usually about three inches long. I knew my request would be strange to most people, but I trusted Jean. I was paying the bill, and the fur business is not what it used to be, so I felt my request would be jumped on. ...

8 8 Slutdesiree - Part 2 The Ice Cube Game by desiree (c)Copyright slutdesiree, 1999 I was finding it really hard not to masturbate and on Sunday afternoon, still not having heard from Mistress, I couldn’t help my self and had to get myself off. It was easily done. With the thoughts of Friday night still going through my mind, about 20 seconds of stroking made me cum. It was Unreal. I was still unbelievably aroused about that night. I knew I was now in more trouble with Mistress Sable, as she had ordered me not to masturbate, and I had disobeyed her order. At this point, I could do nothing to change that. ...

8 8 Slutdesiree - Part One The Run by desiree (c)Copyright slutdesiree, 1998 I have been ordered by my owner, Mistress Sable to describe my experiences. Mistress Sable lives several hundred miles away. One night while I was out minding my own business, I had a rather unusual experience. It was a warm Friday evening, around midnight. It had been a hot day and it was still around 70 degrees. I had been ordered to “go for a run” just as I had been ordered many times in the past. I got out my “run kit” and checked the contents. It was all there. One pair of handcuffs, earplugs, a cock ring, two clover clamps connected together by a 20 inch chain, a padlock, 5 feet of strong chain, a key for the hand cuffs, and a key for the padlock. The keys are each attached to a fine 12-inch chain with an alligator clip on the other end. I put on a black tee shirt, cut off jeans and a pair of slip on loafers. I got in my car and drove to a remote industrial area. I drove around for a bit to check out the area. After finding the spots I needed, I parked the car in a parking space behind some bushes. I got out of the car, put the pieces of the “run kit” in my pockets and walked about 3 short blocks to a spot where I placed the handcuff key on a window ledge of a well lit up building. I then walked 2 and a half blocks to a spot behind another building where a steel ladder was attached to the brick wall. The ladder started about 7 feet off the ground. I reached up and attached the padlock key to the first ladder rung. Then I walked another 1 and a half blocks to a spot where a steel railing was attached to a building. ...

8 8 Slutdesiree - Part Three The Visit by desiree (c)Copyright slutdesiree, 2002 Part 3, The Visit by desiree, (c)Copyright slutdesiree, 2002 It was finally the much-awaited day for the visit from Mistress Sable. I didn’t get much sleep last night because I couldn’t get Mistress Sable’s visit out of my mind. I don’t know if it was due to the fear of what she would do to me, or if I was really turned by the thought. Mistress had promised to ‘settle the score’ for the last two punishment sessions that she claims I screwed up. I got up at 8:00 AM. I showered, made the bed and cleaned up my bedroom in preparation for her arrival as per her e-mail instructions this morning. The instructions were very specific. They said that I should give myself an enema at 10:00 AM and make certain that I was completely cleaned out so that there would be room for some ‘more important contents’. ...

I had some work to do late at night so I planned it so I had the entire office to myself. When I felt the time was right and I had finished most of the work I went to the restroom and stripped off my clothes. Before I put my chosen clothes on I took a 3 foot long thin rope with a steel ring tied to it’s centre and tied it around my scrotum so that the ring was placed behind the scrotum. ...

I had some work to do late at night so I planned it so I had the entire office to myself. When I felt the time was right and I had finished most of the work I went to the restroom and stripped off my clothes. Before I put my chosen clothes on I took a 3 foot long thin rope with a steel ring tied to it’s centre and tied it around my scrotum so that the ring was placed behind the scrotum. ...

8 8 The TimeCuff Experiment by Prof. Challenger Recently, I acquired a set of “TimeCuffs”, which are extra-secure handcuffs incorporating a built-in ice-release mechanism. The handcuff chain has been replaced with a steel cable. One cuff is attached to the insulated cylinder that holds the ice. The other cuff cable is attached to a key, which goes into the canister with a rubber stopper. You load the canister with the desired amount of water, and then put the assembled unit into your freezer. The makers have actually calibrated the amount of water needed to freeze the key inside the cylinder for a particular amount of time. ...

I’ve been into self bondage for several years, and my wife knows I do it - she is okay with it, and even helps out from time to time. I’ve used many techniques - you can see lots of them here - my current favourite involves an electronic timer safe I built - if you’d like instructions, it’s dead easy - drop me a mail - I can even send you the components name and cost if you are in the UK and know who RS Components are! ...

I had thought that well, as my wife was at work I would try my new vacuum bed. I waited until she was gone then I got it out and set it up, I then got undressed and set the timer on the timer plug for about 15 mins, then to turn off again and to come back on again after 10 mins giving the “Hoover” a chance to cool off a bit. ...

This is a fictious story. I woke up early in the morning. This time I won’t chicken out, was my first intelligent thought. I ate breakfast, shaved and took a shower. I had already packed the equipment I would need into my car last night but had to wait until 2 p.m. before I would drive out into the forest. I started reading a book but had trouble concentrating so I decided to clean my apartment instead, and especially the bathroom needed a cleaning. ...

This is a fictious story. I woke up early in the morning. This time I won’t chicken out, was my first intelligent thought. I ate breakfast, shaved and took a shower. I had already packed the equipment I would need into my car last night but had to wait until 2 p.m. before I would drive out into the forest. I started reading a book but had trouble concentrating so I decided to clean my apartment instead, and especially the bathroom needed a cleaning. ...

My name is John and I am a 32 year old male who was bored and unhappy with my job and life in general so I decided to try something new. Little did I know how drastic the change was going to be. I can no longer say that I am bored, but in many ways I am still unhappy, but this is unhappiness of a different kind. I moved out of state and became a Real Estate agent. I liked the idea of being my own boss and being able to meet all sorts of different people. I signed on with a large Real Estate firm in the area and was quickly getting my feet wet. I enjoyed the work and was beginning to make descent money. The only trouble I had was with a woman named Bridget Baker, or as I called her the “Big Bitch”. One day she overheard me calling her that and she shot me a stare that could kill. She was the most obnoxious woman I had ever met. ...

My name is John and I am a 32 year old male who was bored and unhappy with my job and life in general so I decided to try something new. Little did I know how drastic the change was going to be. I can no longer say that I am bored, but in many ways I am still unhappy, but this is unhappiness of a different kind. I moved out of state and became a Real Estate agent. I liked the idea of being my own boss and being able to meet all sorts of different people. I signed on with a large Real Estate firm in the area and was quickly getting my feet wet. I enjoyed the work and was beginning to make descent money. The only trouble I had was with a woman named Bridget Baker, or as I called her the “Big Bitch”. One day she overheard me calling her that and she shot me a stare that could kill. She was the most obnoxious woman I had ever met. ...

It was a nice warm summer night and I was in the mood for a little more than my indoor self-bondage sessions. Our back yard has a high fence for privacy, and with the rest of the family gone for the weekend, this was the perfect time. A discount store near me, with a large pet department, had gone out of business so I had purchased a half-dozen of the metal screw-in-the-ground stakes that are used for anchoring a dog chain. I screwed the first two into the ground about three feet apart and then laid down to measure where the rest should go, leaving their points at the right spots. I then screwed in the rest of them. ...

Old Baldy by Soloist When you are in bondage, there is no such thing as unbearable The man was spread eagled on his bed. The penis vibrator with the velcro pouch contained his cockhead while it did a slow dance. As it had been doing for the past three hours. The afternoon had started out nicely. First he put on his hood with its gag in place. After setting the timers, he slowly set his bonds, first securing his ankle cuffs to the snap hooks on the rope across the foot of the bed. He worked slow, savoring the mounting excitement that went with each step. After adjusting the nipple teasers he placed the velcro vibrator on its guide wire and slid it down to take hold of his throbbing cockhead. He then connected the teasers to the battery pack on the waist belt and threw the switch starting the timers. Quickly he reached his arms out to the sides and padlocked his wrist cuffs to the chain stretched across the head of the bed. He felt the rush that he always felt when he snapped the lock that rendered him helpless. Then he remembered that he had forgotten to place the phone on the bed in case of emergency. It did not worry him, he never screwed up anymore. ...

Her name is Sally. She is that kind of Woman, where you only can say “Yabbadabbado”. And the best thing about her she loved to be bound. Oops, I forgot to introduce myself. My name is Mike. I’m good friend of Sally and I was the man, who saved her from being sold to a foreign country. Sally gave me a call on Monday afternoon that she wants to try something the she read on the Internet. It was called Selfbondage Patrol. ...

Ever since I can remember I have been fascinated with stocks and chains. I have tried many of the self-bondage escape ideas ( ice, blacked out combination locks etc. ). The only problem is that there was always a definite period of bondage, depending on the amount of ice or time of day for the blacked out locks. So I decided to use the mail as my means of escape. ...

Marie and I had been seeing each other for a couple of months by now. So far things had been going pretty good. Marie is a good looking woman, smart and makes good money as an attorney, but the best part about her is she is insatiable appetite for sex. Sometimes I think she will wear me out or break me, I‘m not sure which. And she has yet to refuse anything. We regularly have anal, oral or sex in potential view of others and when she comes she does it is with moans, screams and shudders. But yet she has not asked anything of me outside of sex. That is what brings me to this story. ...

Hi! My name is Jennie and this is a true story. First of all I live in a little town in the southern part of Sweden and I am a crossdresser. I don’t go out in public except for my little self-bondage trips. I was going away on a business trip and packed my “play things”. I usually bring them with me because I want be ready in case the need and moment feels right. I started at home with my “clitharness”, a 1-foot thin rope that I have tied a 2 inch steel ring to. I made sure it was tied off tight and secure around my scrotum so it wouldn’t come loose later. I dressed in my blue satin crotchless panties, black pantyhose and my black corset. My favourite bright red blouse together with my jeans concealed everything from my neighbours. I already packed the other things I would need so I went out to my car and drove off. ...

Hi! My name is Jennie and this is a true story. First of all I live in a little town in the southern part of Sweden and I am a crossdresser. I don’t go out in public except for my little self-bondage trips. I was going away on a business trip and packed my “play things”. I usually bring them with me because I want be ready in case the need and moment feels right. I started at home with my “clitharness”, a 1-foot thin rope that I have tied a 2 inch steel ring to. I made sure it was tied off tight and secure around my scrotum so it wouldn’t come loose later. I dressed in my blue satin crotchless panties, black pantyhose and my black corset. My favourite bright red blouse together with my jeans concealed everything from my neighbours. I already packed the other things I would need so I went out to my car and drove off. ...

“Sweetie, I’m going to get some wine for dinner, I’ll be back in an hour or so,” I hollered down to my husband working in the backyard. “OK, dear,” came up from the backyard. “Oh, and I left a little surprise for you on the kitchen table, hon. A little something for you to think about maybe for this evening,” I added, glancing back at the handcuffs and key I left on the table. ...

It’s not often that I get the place to myself for a weekend. So when my wife planned a trip back east I began to plan a ‘session’ for myself. When I get time alone, I like to put together and enact a current sexual fantasy to actually experience what I daydream about. I want to do more than imagine my fantasy; I want to actually see what it feels like. And this time I’d thought I’d write a running account of it. My greatest fantasies involve self-feminization and self-bondage; I like to feel like a girl and I like feeling helplessly exposed. This time I’ve prepared myself for a night as a big-breasted girl wearing petticoats and high heels. ...

It’s not often that I get the place to myself for a weekend. So when my wife planned a trip back east I began to plan a ‘session’ for myself. When I get time alone, I like to put together and enact a current sexual fantasy to actually experience what I daydream about. I want to do more than imagine my fantasy; I want to actually see what it feels like. And this time I’d thought I’d write a running account of it. My greatest fantasies involve self-feminization and self-bondage; I like to feel like a girl and I like feeling helplessly exposed. This time I’ve prepared myself for a night as a big-breasted girl wearing petticoats and high heels. ...

As most practitioners of self-bondage know one of the thrills is the possibility of being caught out while bound. Well it happened to me, a friend was visiting for a Wargaming weekend; we had been playing a campaign for about eighteen months, alternating visits. Now my friend is pretty broadminded and tolerant of other people’s quirks, which was a mixed blessing. I had ordered myself a pair of hinged cuffs about three weeks previously but they did not arrive until the same day as my friend. Therefore I had not had an opportunity to try them out. ...

The Chastity Files of Otto Dix Monday, April 23, 2001: Day One Cock cages and chastity belts always turned me on. The idea of being prevented from masturbating for a week at a time, or longer, seems like an unbearable sentence. I sometimes fantasize about being made to please a woman repeatedly with oral sex while never being let out of my cage. Fortunately, I do have a couple of weeks to experiment with self-imposed chastity. I was recently transferred, and the new house won’t be available for another 2 and a half months. Until then, I am living alone. ...

As with many self-bondagers, I started doing self-bondage as a young adolescent. Back then; my family lived in a small northern community surrounded by thick pine forests. The best time of year was spring. The weather was warming up, and there were no bugs to speak of. I looked forward to spring for the opportunities to do outdoor self-bondage. I explored the forests near my home on a regular basis. I knew the common trails and I created a few of my own. Deep into the woods, about one-hour’s walk, I made a clearing for myself, about 40 feet from a trail. I made a safe place for myself under a huge pine tree. It was almost like a cave, but the walls and ceiling were made of pine branches. Inside, I was well hidden from anyone that might happen along the trial. However, that was highly unlikely. For two years, I never crossed paths with anyone else along these old secluded trails. ...

WARNING Do NOT try this at home, the story is presented here as a fantasy only, to attempt this in real life may result in injury or death. I was a happily married successful businessman. I had a beautiful wife and was running a chain of successful convenience stores. I had all the material possessions in the world a person could want. But somehow I felt there was something missing from my life. I was not able to fulfill my sexual desires with my wife. I knew what my fetishes were, but knew my wife would not find pleasure in bondage and mummification. So I started to experiment with some self-mummification. ...

WARNING Do NOT try this at home, the story is presented here as a fantasy only, to attempt this in real life may result in injury or death. I was a happily married successful businessman. I had a beautiful wife and was running a chain of successful convenience stores. I had all the material possessions in the world a person could want. But somehow I felt there was something missing from my life. I was not able to fulfill my sexual desires with my wife. I knew what my fetishes were, but knew my wife would not find pleasure in bondage and mummification. So I started to experiment with some self-mummification. ...

As I stood in the shower I filled the bulb with water. The thin nozzle slipped in with no problem. I squeezed the bulb slowly and enjoyed the feeling as the warm water slowly rushed inside me. I held it in for a while then bent down to let it out. I did this several times until I was sure. I knew I would have the plug in for some time. I finished what I was doing, dried off and went to get dressed. As I selected my clothes I wished that these chances would come more often. I really loved bondage. I do it to my wife when we can, but when I ask her to do it to me she gets weird so I have to wait till she is out of the house. She is out for the day so I have several hours to play. ...

It was 4:00pm on Friday. She was on her way home from work. His heart was pounding as he removed his clothes. He was in the basement. He wasn’t allowed in his room anymore. Hell, he wasn’t allowed out of the basement very often except for school or “Chores” as she called them. He’d be hers until Sunday afternoon when she gave him time to recover and study. He had to get ready. He hoped she’d had a good day. She took out all her frustrations out on him. He thought back a little as he sat on the plastic covered metal framed bed. It was in one corner of the cold damp basement. ...

I was laying half on the floor and half in the air. The part of my body that was hanging in the air was about from my waist down. The upper half was pretty much face down on the carpet. The main reason, well honestly the only reason I was like that was because I couldn’t find the knife to cut myself down. Believe me it wasn’t such a wonderful position to be in. However, let me start from the beginning. ...

An entry in the Erosboutique & Grometsplaza Latex story competition 2004 I remember my first bondage experiences in early teenage years when me and my friends played cops and criminals and we had those cheap plastic handcuffs. Even if they didn’t actually hold anybody from escaping I still liked to click them around somebody’s wrists or wear them myself. Later I started playing with straps and belts, buckled my feet, restrained my arms and then tried to get free. At some point, I started getting these pleasurable sensations while being in bondage. At first I didn’t understand nor even tried to understand these feelings, just enjoyed the ride. I started collecting all sorts of stuff that could be used for bondage. For an example if a nice strong leather belt came my way it was added to my collection as well as chains, clips, metal rings etc. ...

Since a child I have always been fascinated by bondage. Due to the fact that my wife of the past 30 plus years doesn’t have similar fantasies I decided to give self bondage a try. After exploring Gromet’s website and the gallery I knew I could be more creative. I had to approach everything as if it were one of my engineering projects at work. Self Bondage: A Mechanical Engineer’s Approach ...

This wasn’t my first self-bondage experience, and certainly won’t be my last. Saturday afternoon, I headed for the beach. It was very crowded, and I knew exactly where to go. I parked my car at the far end of the county park, where most people kept their cars. I took my bag of goodies and walked two miles to the other end of the park to the row of “port-o-pottys”. I chose one right in the middle and went inside. ...

* Bondage on the Beach (A First-timer’s True Story) It was my last night at the beach. My friend and I had gone down for a few days to meet some women and have a good time. We went to a bar the last night to see an awesome band but unfortunately, struck out with the women there. We returned to the hotel and my friend quickly passed out (what a lightweight). ...

I was searching on the web for bondage sites and ran across the web site for the BedandBondage.us. It looked like a great place to go for a weekend vacation. I filled out the questionnaire on the site and submitted it for a reservation. The questionnaire was very detailed about my likes and limitations. It said that I would receive a response with in 2 days. The next day I received an E-Mail back from the BedandBondage.us listing the openings they had available. I selected a date and made the reservation for a weekend. At work on Friday, I could not concentrate on my work. I was too excited about the weekend that would begin after I got home from work. The instructions that came with my Reservation said to be ready by 7:00PM and you will be picked up from your home. I was to wear my fetish outfit for the trip to the Inn. I made it home from work in time to take a bath and put on my outfit for the trip. At 7:00PM a black limousine pulled up in front of the house. The Driver came to the door and asked if I was ready. He escorted me out to the limo. It was about a hour and a half drive The Bed and Bondage Inn is up in the mountains above the city. The Drive was very exciting to think of the way I was dressed and where I was going. We arrived at the Inn and I was greeted at the main entrance and escorted in side. Just in side the Front entrance along the wall are several boxes, once inside I was told to remove all my clothing except for my collar, then put them in one of the boxes. Then put the lock that I had brought with me on the box and then take the leash hanging on the wall above the box and hook it to my collar and then put on the handcuffs that were hanging on the wall with my hands behind my back. The hostess told me she would be back for me and then left the room. Now I was standing with only my collar on and hands cuffed behind my back with a leash attached to the wall. I was very excited by this. The hostess returned and took the leash from the wall and lead me to a room with a cage in it. She removed the handcuffs and put me into the cage and locked the door. She told me that dinner would be served soon and I would be taken to the dinning room when it was time. I could see that the suitcase that I had brought with me was in the room locked in a small cage. I quickly came to my first orgasm after being left alone in my Cage. It wasn’t long before the hostess returned and unlocked the door to my cage and told me that all the other guests had arrived and I could join them in the Dinning room. At dinner, I met and got to know the other guests. ...

* It’s really boring laying around in absolute darkness when you can’t move an inch! Especially when you had only planned a short bit of Self-Bondage before going out. I should be getting ready to go to the pub, not lying trussed to a wooden pole. My balls feel like ice cubes. The leather gag stops any cries for help, and with the tight leather hood I’m blind and my hearing is very restricted. I have to strain hear anything at all. When Sue comes back from shopping She’ll release me, I hope. ...

First off, let me say that I have been into bondage all my life. One of my first memories as a child is curling myself into a ball in the bottom of a sleeping bag, then rolling around, trying to make it as difficult as possible to get out. I must have been four or five years old. Through the years my attempts at self-bondage got better, more and more effective. Thankfully, I never got totally stuck, although I came very close on several occasions. ...

Story about a male scarf bondage which shows how men will always be boys who like to play… Self bondage It all started when I was a kid and I liked to be blindfolded during the blind man’s bluff game, then I started to blindfold myself at home with my mothers scarves and wonder around the house. And the scarves… there were so many of them. Then I wanted to find out how is it to be gagged as I have seen on TV all that were kidnapped were blindfolded and gagged. Those were the silk scarves and it was all a bit unstable on my head and then I added the headscarf to keep the blindfold and gag in place. So what to do with other scarves? ...

History The motivation of this story starts many years ago when my interest in self-bondage began. During these early years I didn’t have any partners that expressed any interest in my hobby of bondage. This caused me to explore many different ways of restraining myself. These ranged from rope to various types of cuffs. My collection of toys grew significantly over the years. Later on I married, but my wife only played on rare occasions. So this left me in the self-bondage mode most of the time. ...

I recently took a vacation to a town where a friend of mine lives due to some work related stuff. I haven’t seen my friend for almost two year’s and I looked forward to seeing her. We had always been close to each other and had a special friendship, which allowed us to be there for each other without getting lost in the throws of a relationship. She had moved away and we had always kept in touch with each other, a call every month was always welcomed and we understood that when we got together, it was like we had never been apart. I would always call her first whenever anything important was facing my life. I always appreciated her views and opinions and considered her my mentor in many ways. I was always thrilled to hear about the many different projects she had been working on, and it was apparent that her decision to move away was a wise one. She was extremely successful, both professionally and financially. She was very secure, stable and beyond beautiful with her long hair and seductive Librarian look. I never envied her success but knew that she was destined to be more than the average women. ...

It’s been a while since I wrote but I have another adventure I’ll never forget. My wife, son, in-laws and grandma were going out of town for 5 days to visit a sick Aunt, I told them I couldn’t get time off work so I would have the house to myself, they were leaving Thursday morning and would be back Monday night. I started to get my plans together for some self-bondage fun. ...

I’m not sure which was the most humiliating part, cummimg as she smacked my balls, or being tied to the tree wearing tights (pantyhose). Let me explain. As a closet crossdresser with a love of bondage, I often put myself into these strange predicaments, but this time it had all gone wrong. It was a Wednesday morning, the wife is at work and I’ve got a day off. No sooner had she gone, had I changed into some barely black tights. Whilst I pondered what to wear next I logged on and surfed the net for inspiration. I got the idea to go outside, and saw a site on outdoor bondage. It was written by a guy fairly local to where I live, and it recommended some suitable locations. I knew a wooded area that he referred to, so that was my plan. ...

This story contains accounts of bondage, crossdressing and humiliation. If this offends you please read no further. First let me explain that I am a hetro crossdresser. I am also into bondage and DS play thou I rarely get the chance to do bondage and DS as partners are hard to find. This story takes place as I am a senior in HS. My Mom and I live in a modest two-story house with a basement. It’s a really nice neighbourhood, nice yards, not rich but not poor. ...

This story contains accounts of bondage, crossdressing and humiliation. If this offends you please read no further. First let me explain that I am a hetro crossdresser. I am also into bondage and DS play thou I rarely get the chance to do bondage and DS as partners are hard to find. This story takes place as I am a senior in HS. My Mom and I live in a modest two-story house with a basement. It’s a really nice neighbourhood, nice yards, not rich but not poor. ...

This is a true story. This is the account of one of my most humiliating and long lasting self-bondage sessions. However before I start a little about me, at the time I was 19yrs old. I was in the air force and was on my way to my first assignment. I thought I was lucky due to my assignment as it was all I could want. The east coast. D.C. to be exact. I already had a few friends there who had been assigned to the base earlier than me and I was not the only member of my Tech school class going there. My friend Karen had also gotten the same assignment. I was so happy about it, coming from a small city, I knew that D.C. would allow me to explore my wild side. But being in the military I would have to keep it low profile, which wasn’t much of a problem, I thought. ...

One afternoon last year I was fixing Toby’s intrusion alarm. Toby, my fantastic free-lance domina, had been hanging around and kibitzing, and apparently finally got bored with all the wiring and testing and nonsense. “I’m going out’’ she said. “Be back around eight.'' “What about my reward for fixing your alarm?’’ I teased. Toby grinned evilly. “If I come back and find you tied up in the closet bound hand and foot so you can’t wiggle more than the odd finger–I’ll give you a double reward.'' ...

This is a TRUE account, not fiction. I had been itching to do a self-bondage session for a while, and was looking for ideas over the Internet. I had planned the session for Tuesday, when I had nothing to do and I would be free to enjoy myself. I found nothing of interest over the Internet, so I had to come up with something I either hadn’t done or hadn’t done in a while. ...

I had been stuck in a loveless marriage for about 10 years. Loveless is too nice of a description. We pretty much hated each other and only stayed together for the kids. My wife and I had developed a strange relationship that involved us making a lot of deals with each other. We bartered for everything. Me cutting the lawn was worth two home cooked dinners. Me washing the dinner dishes was worth one load of my laundry being washed, dried and folded. Me painting a room would get me a blowjob. This evolved out of necessity. Especially the sex part. Everyone needs sexual release and we did not want each other cheating around town. Again not out of love but because we did not want to look like fools when people found out. Everyone thought we had a great marriage and we wanted to keep up the illusion. ...

Click! The front door popped open. “Hi Honey, it’s only me” my wife called. Right at that moment, I knew I was in trouble. I started to struggle, but in my current predicament, I wasn’t going anywhere. Earlier that morning, after my wife, Emma, had left for her weekly walk and talk with her best friend from down the road, I had decided that the time was right for a little bit of self bondage. ...

While I worked alone in my office, I would occasionally fantasize about different ways of self-bondage. I was interested in a long-term bondage situation, and still remain mobile, but unable to escape my bondage. I would sometimes do some programming in a simple Basic language to manipulate data, or generate mock data sets. It was while I was using the random numbers generator one day that I noticed that it would generate the exact same sequence of random number every time. ...

It was to be a long session. Mistress called me from work and told me to be ready to be well used. It had been a difficult day and she would be taking out her frustrations on me! Once the chores were finished I went up to her bedroom to prepare. First I loaded the CD player and set it to repeat to provide background music for my wait. Then I opened the Toy Box and began to prepare. ...

It was to be a long session. Mistress called me from work and told me to be ready to be well used. It had been a difficult day and she would be taking out her frustrations on me! Once the chores were finished I went up to her bedroom to prepare. First I loaded the CD player and set it to repeat to provide background music for my wait. Then I opened the Toy Box and began to prepare. ...

You can always tell a fantasy story, everything happens far too pat. This one is totally true, and a little unusual. Picture a main trunk road in rural England, single carriageway but fast, surrounded by hedges, trees and fields. There’s a wide grass verge each side of the road. I have found an ideal place where the road sweeps round in a long slow bend; on the outside of the bend and set back about ten feet from the road is a smooth round telegraph pole, carrying phone or power lines. There is a 5-bar wooden gate into a field nearby. ...

I am a self confessed PVC loving fanatic! There is a great company in the USA who have made me quite a nice collection of DDPVC clothing (macs, suits,etc) DDPVC = ‘double decker PVC’, this is spandex backed coated pvc, which is slightly stretchy. The garments are made in two layers, so you have both soft shiny pvc both inside and out…. the best of both worlds, a little bit heavier and longer lasting, so when I mention DDPVC you will now know what I mean! ...

Delayed freedom - The Treasure Hunt Over the years my collection of bondage toys has increased and my methods of delaying freedom in self-bondage have varied. One of my favoured methods is to lay a trail of keys, a few years ago I added a lockable waist and crotch harness with attached cuffs to my collection. This together with a tight leather hood led to an unplanned three and a half-hour marathon session. ...

(story continues from Desire Boutique Part 1)_ Legal Matters - This is copyrighted work. I am the original author. As this is being distributed to promote my other stories please feel free to pass it along to anyone who might enjoy it. But please, pass along the credits too!! :) All characters and events depicted in this story are fictional. Any similarity to real people or events is purely coincidental. This material is for the enjoyment of ADULTS only, and depicts scenes of sexual activity including, but not limited to, bondage and domination. If you are under 18 years of age, you must stop reading NOW. You can also see the story along with my other stories at the following link, which is the Second Life website marketplace. https://uncensored.xstreetsl.com/modules.php?name=Marketplace&MerchantID=287271 ...

At about age 21 - 22, I began to buy my own lingerie, having decided that borrowing from family was way too kinky. At about this time I also decided to get adventurous with scenarios, and having amassed a collection of something like 25 HOM magazines such as “Bondage Classics” and “Roped and Raped” I felt that the time was right for some proper bondage. My earlier experiences were tame - simple hands behind back stuff with legs tied, wearing usually borrowed panty hose and knickers, occasionally girdles or corsetry, with every opportunity to escape quickly and easily. I needed to inject realism into the play, and decided on a particular scenario, which involved most of the aspects I had seen in my magazines, namely tight bondage, nipple clamps, object insertion and an extreme location. ...

At about age 21 - 22, I began to buy my own lingerie, having decided that borrowing from family was way too kinky. At about this time I also decided to get adventurous with scenarios, and having amassed a collection of something like 25 HOM magazines such as “Bondage Classics” and “Roped and Raped” I felt that the time was right for some proper bondage. My earlier experiences were tame - simple hands behind back stuff with legs tied, wearing usually borrowed panty hose and knickers, occasionally girdles or corsetry, with every opportunity to escape quickly and easily. I needed to inject realism into the play, and decided on a particular scenario, which involved most of the aspects I had seen in my magazines, namely tight bondage, nipple clamps, object insertion and an extreme location. ...

He wakes to pitch black, his mouth dry and sore, his arms and legs stiff and throbbing, his body assailed by pinches, stabs and needles. He lurches up and slams into something hard. His body does not work right. Nothing moves and everything hurts. He hears scrapes and rattles and gasps. He remembers he is in her dungeon. They went down the rabbit hole, chained to a steel pillar in a concrete cell. He pulls against the chains, fighting their grip. Panic floods his brain. Fear rises in his throat. He must escape; he must get out of the chains. Deep in his mind, the wail begins. ...

Part One I am traveling today, finishing a three day run to visit with the people that work for me out in the field. Each have their own things they have to do, and they rarely see me out in the field, unless there are problems. This week is just a get out and touch hands kind of week, but it does allow me to go out to places and become my feminine self. One day, I was reading one of the little contact mags in the adult book store and I saw an ad for a little B&B out in a direction that I would need to be going out to sometime in future. So I wrote down the number and location, and saw that they did have a website, so I wrote that down. When the time finally came to get out that way, and this was way off the beaten path when I looked at the map, I figured that it would be a nice place to go to. ...

This is a story intended for adults only. It contains scenes of humiliation, various aspects of bdsm and non-consensual acts these things. So this is not for the kids. This is fiction mixed with some reality. The names and events that are real have been altered to protect all involve. Prelude: The Ideal It came to me one day, an ideal like none I’ve ever had before. I have always been interested in Bdsm. A switch but more prone to be the slave. However I had never been really fulfilled as being either top or bottom. I had tried many things and many people. Yet, I could not find fulfillment I have been into bdsm since a child. I was always willing to be tied up or do the tying up a friend in the childhood games of old. To be quite honest I went out of my way to make childhood games involve being tied up or spanked. I was the kid who always chose dare in truth or dare. But I digress; as I grew up I found a few people with the same desires and helped me to explore mine. By the time I was 23, I knew I would always be into this life and it was no experimental phase. I did most anything and anyone in high school. To be quite honest I was a male slut. Always trying the new and different seeing if I liked it. I had many a domme and Dom in these years but none never lasted. I didn’t care if man or woman owned me or used me. As long as they fed my desire for more. ...

I just had my first “real” self-bondage experience and thought of sharing it with the rest of the world as everyone else is doing. I hope it is satisfactory. If You like it please contact me before putting on Your most wonderful site and if You have any questions don’t hesitate to write me, Best self-bondage regards Marcus This is a little story of my first “real” self-bondage session. A bit about me first. I’m a 22 years old male (or boy if you like), from Sweden so excuse my poor english, who has been deeply interested in rubber clothing and BDSM play for about 6 years. The interest started much earlier but then I just sat getting a hard on when there was a girl in a diving suit (not much rubber or latex in those days, at least not at the shows I watched) or a woman in leather tying or being tied up. ...

I love to look at myself in the mirror, especially when I know I look good. Now don’t get the wrong idea. I’m not a stuck up or vain man, when I look good I look good. No extra weight around my stomach, legs are better than average. Fantastic butt. I just wish other people could see me like this, or at least my wife. One more glance in the mirror. Black was my color. Shiny black spandex to be exact. The black footed tights I had on shaped my legs just right and the seams running from my toes up the back of the legs to the waist were as straight as you could get them. The tight spandex black leotard I had on over the tights fit perfectly. I looked as good as any woman I had seen wearing the same outfit. The crotch of the leotard didn’t show the bulge of my erect penis too much. I had tucked it down between my legs as far as I could. The only thing bad about that was that every time I moved there was so much pressure against my crotch I thought I would probably shoot off. ...

(story continues from Four Corners 2: Steve/Stephanie) Part 3: Neil/Nell Settling into a booth, Neil was glad of his choice of clothing. Though tight, the black leather pants were supple enough to allow freedom of movement. He wasn’t sure about the zipper, which went all the way to the waistband in back, but it wasn’t really a big concern. The sleeveless top, however, he was less sure about. The collar fastened together with two snaps, while three snaps held the bottom together. Between these was a large circular opening that showed entirely too much of his new female chest. Neil still wasn’t sure why he’d chosen this particular top, but now he was stuck with it. ...

Gifts Part 1 by J&P Gifts - Part One Jim and Prue had taken their relationship to a new level, Jim was about to make himself totally dependent on Prue. She would be pleased and accept his gift or make his life a real pain – literally. ……… The slave stands waiting, knowing he had to please his Mistress. Mistress welcomes him into her dungeon. “Well slave, are you ready for me?” ...

The names and places in this story have been changed, but the story line is true, based on events that have happen to me. Firstly a bit about me, I am average type male; enjoy sports, going out and general male activities. I am about 5’7” tall, blonde hair, blue eyes and average build. It started about 6 months ago; I was searching chat rooms for that special person. I meet her in a room called SWITCH LIFE. At first we just chatted about our past experiences. After a couple of weeks I was able to find out that she worked as a Green’s Keeper at the local golf club (It happen to be the one that I was a member of), so on the following Saturday I decided to go have a round, just to see if I could pick her out. ...

Nothing to do tonight. I’ve been divorced so long it seems like forever. So I do what I usually do when I’m bored and horny. I get the ropes and pantyhose out of the drawer and get ready to have some good intense orgasms. Self-bondage can make me have the most intense orgasms I have ever had. I don’t know if it’s the straining against the ropes are just not having any control. It’s just great. ...

Fred had been planning this for a week, his excitement giving him almost constant erections the entire time. Tonight he was finally ready to do some serious self bondage. He had all the gear ready in his living room and had set up his escape earlier in the day. Fred wasn’t as excited about the bondage as he was about escaping it, for to escape meant his leaving his tiny house nude and in bondage for the first time ever. Never had he exposed his private hobby or his private parts to the world, but tonight he would. First however he had to get ready. ...

Greetings from the land of Oz. I’ve really been enjoying your page and the stories on it. Here’s one for your files if you’d like. Since moving into my apartment, I had been busily building all kinds of bondage toys. I’d built or modified some furniture for bondage use and was in the process of building more. I had a pretty complex set of stocks setup and was also experimenting with timer locks and remote operated vibrators and things. Creativeness is a must for good bondage. ...

Yes, I’ve heard all the warnings about the risks of self bondage and how dangerous it is, etc. etc. But let’s face it, if I had a partner I wouldn’t be doing it to myself, would I? Needless to say, there have been a couple of times when I tied myself up and things didn’t go quite as planned as far as getting loose. Sometimes, no matter how well you plan or test, something doesn’t quite work. Here’s one of the goofs I made. Obviously, I’ve yet to really screw it up, since I’m here to write about them, but that time could come. ...

Here’s something that happened to me the other day. I might forget about it, so I might as well write about it. This really happened to me yesterday. A while ago I got one of those latex mummy sacks from that latex escape artist/bondage place in Canada, caught in the act. This thing was really heavy duty, .040" thick latex, internal sleeves. I’m talking industrial-strength you’re-not-ripping-it rubber. A must have for the whole latex encasement thing and all… ...

Here’s something that happened to me the other day. I might forget about it, so I might as well write about it. This really happened to me yesterday. A while ago I got one of those latex mummy sacks from that latex escape artist/bondage place in Canada, Caught in the Act. This thing was really heavy duty, .040" thick latex, internal sleeves. I’m talking industrial-strength you’re-not-ripping-it rubber. A must have for the whole latex encasement thing and all… ...

story also appears in the latex stories section Preparation Everything is ready. All that remains now is to prepare myself. I stand naked before the mirror. My cock is hard with the anticipation of what is going to happen. I can’t resist teasing my erect nipples, making my cock even harder, then rubbing it gently. But I must be careful not to become too excited yet, or I won’t be able to stop myself. ...

story also appears in selfbondage section Preparation Everything is ready. All that remains now is to prepare myself. I stand naked before the mirror. My cock is hard with the anticipation of what is going to happen. I can’t resist teasing my erect nipples, making my cock even harder, then rubbing it gently. But I must be careful not to become too excited yet, or I won’t be able to stop myself. ...

story continues from part one Long Time Bound 2 The bare bones of this story are based on facts. These events have then been embellished, enlivened and enriched with large helpings of fantasy and fiction, to create the story you are about to read: The age-old question: How do you first broach the subject of bondage with a woman? This has been a cause of some vexation for me over the years. After all, it’s not to everyone’s taste, and you risk scaring them off if you just blurt out the fact that you like being tied up, and even more so if you imply that you want to tie her up. It can also be quite embarrassing if you don’t know how your intended target is going to react. The subtle approach, I have come to conclude, is usually the best way. Try to pick up on something she’s said – however innocent and unconnected to the subject that might be – and then attempt to steer the conversation around to your own agenda. Then, if she shows any sign of interest at all – and provided she hasn’t run a mile - gradually let her in on your fantasies and obsessions. ...

The story you are about to read is based, in part, on true events. It is difficult to estimate what percentage is true & how much fabrication, but I would guess somewhere around 70/30 in favour of the truth. I will, however, leave it up to you, the reader, to decide which of the events described below actually occurred & which are simply a product of my vivid, bondage obsessed imagination. A word of caution before you start, however: the elements of the story that seem less plausible are more often than not factual, whilst some of the more mundane stuff may be simply fabricated to make the plot flow smoothly. It’s up to you to decide…. ...

story continues from part 1 Part 2 The nervous excitement since I was discovered in the cornfield was just about to take the better of me. I was thrilled and aroused by the fact that this woman discovered and interrogated me, but also a little scared as she took my drivers license and the key. On the other hand, she left me my car and other stuff and I managed to get home safely. It was close to 16:00 on a Sunday and I still hadn’t managed to get some sleep, neither was I able to eat something. On top of that, my chastity device was getting a little uncomfortable. The whole weekend I’ve anxiously been waiting for her email. She did have my address, didn’t she? With every sound of incoming mail my hopes skyrocketed, just to drop into the abyss after each instance of a newsletter or spam… Viagra offerings are the worst to receive right now. ...

I had been reading these trash stories for some time. Basically they all were made up of the same thing. Either someone put them in with the rubbish or they had tied themselves up in a rubbish bag and had been put out by their partner or friend. The other point of view was that they had put their rubbish bins out and had been taken away by the dustmen. There were a few stories where they had been tormented and didn’t know if they would be left or would be rescued. ...

Chapter 1 - Introducing Bob Kowalski Determined that this would be his finest-ever bondage toy and the stage on which he would act out the best of his incredibly erotic bondage scenes, Bob built his pillory with all the tender loving care usually lavished by a craftsman on fine furniture. This project had occupied three months of weekends and evenings: dream­ing and planning, sketching, layout, selecting wood and hardware, cutting, finishing, and finally assembly. ...

(story continues from Mistress Ellen’s Academy) Chapter 2 – Betsy Chalmers Makes a New Friend I twisted over in bed and slapped the alarm clock into stunned silence. After about thirty seconds’ worth of drowsy hesitation, I tossed back the quilt from my naked body, tumbled that body out into the cool morning air, and padded across the floor into the the bathroom and the shower. While the burbles and smells of Mister Coffee wafted in from the kitchen. I started the water and adjusted the temperature. Some Nordic polar-bear fools may enjoy ice water- not me! I hung a fresh, fluffy towel by the door and stepped into the warm spray, still not at ‘Jeopardy!’-level alertness. I woke up slowly and took my time showering, as usual I enjoy a leisurely shower while I take the opportunity to caress my feminine curves and make very sure that every part of me is clean. I make no bones about it - I enjoy caressing myself! ...

This story is an account of my love for bondage, and is true. I can’t write every detail as it would be too long (and painful) to write. I also wish I had the pictures that were taken. As long as I can remember, I have always liked tying myself up, especially when wearing women’s panties and (stockings then) pantyhose. I can still recall raiding my sister’s stockings and taking them for my own pleasures. If the stocking had been worn, the aroma of the foot area only made the love of nylons better. I would often tease her about her “stinky” feet and being she was older, she would hold me down (and sometimes tie me up) and force me to smell and lick her feet. When she tied me up, she would take off her nylons and gag me with it and tie her shoe over my nose. I would feign struggling but was in heaven. ...

Part One I turned my hardware business over to my partner to drive north for a couple of weeks to see our accountant. In addition to being a college friend and business advisor for years, she was a true friend and I looked forward to seeing her. Iris moved away a few years after graduation from the college we attended at the same time (she was two years ahead of me) and ‘made it big’ in a modest-sized town upstate; I stayed in the Los Angeles area and started a reasonably successful small hardware business in a charming small town not far from the San Andreas fault. Even though we were separated by enough distance to make personal contact unusual, we still kept in touch with each other because I was smart enough to hire her as our accountant; we talked every few week or so. ...

(story continues from My Mistress, My Accountant 2)_ Part Three The sixth day In the morning I woke disoriented, as usual- in a nice warm bed instead of in a dog cage or on a rack as was fast becoming my usual, but still a strange bed. In addition to being in a warm bed, I was sandwiched between two warm female bodies! Unfortunately, neither of those bodies was immediately accessible, partially because they desired my submission more than they desired my organ, and also because they appeared to think that I needed a longer period of confinement in my chastity belt for training. Shit… but I’d gotten over my morning hard-on anxiety. Besides, what choice did I have? ...

_ This story is copyright to The Self Bound Latex Sub, and may not be reproduced either physically or electronically, or hosted on any other website, without the express permission of the author. Permission may be requested from [email protected]. ? My Predicament by Self Bound Latex Sub ? Well, what a predicament. I was blind, mute, and unable to move, and it was all my own fault. It just goes to show what can happen when you trust someone…oh well, I guess I was going to have plenty of time to think about my mistakes. I had come down to Sydney for work, and I was staying here for two weeks. This meant that I had a weekend free in between, which would give me some time for shopping. Oh no, I don’t mean just any old shopping, I mean a chance to stock up on some new Rubber outfits, after all Sydney has some great shops for those of us into Rubber and other fetishes. I went out for drinks with the Sydney office staff on Friday night, but I couldn’t really get into the party mood as I was worked up about visiting the shops tomorrow, so I feigned a headache and headed back to my hotel. ...

I had just moved into my first apartment, a small one bedroom on the first floor of a twelve story building. I had done a couple of self-bondages since moving in but they had been in the safety of my bedroom and I had decided to spice things up a little. Add an element of danger so to speak. Not too much, mind you but some none the less. I minimized the danger by choosing to perform my little stunt after midnight. Granted it was a Saturday night, but still the risk would be minimal. ...

First a little about myself. My name is Tony and I’m a thirty-year-old male who discovered bondage from my ex-girlfriend many years ago. A few years back, she decided that we weren’t “compatible” any more and left me. That’s when I started learning the art of self-bondage. I’ve had many interesting and captivating moments that had me stuck for longer periods of time than I expected. This is a true story of one of my adventures. This happened about one year ago. Believe it or not! The names have been changed to protect the innocent. ...

Probably my most memorable bondage experience came at the hands of a woman who understood what I really wanted from it. I was in my early 20’s. She was in her mid-30’s and divorced. I came to her house early in the morning wearing what she had instructed me to wear tight jeans, button down shirt, no undies. She met me at the door and ripped my shirt open and pulled it off, then locked my hands behind my back with cuffs. Then she pulled off my pants, gave me a few good swats on the butt, then grabbed my cock and said, “Follow me!”. She pulled me through the house and down to the basement where she cuffed my arms to a pipe in the ceiling. Then she just left me there, naked, in the dark, in her basement. She came back about 15 minutes later and started doing her laundry, working around me, giving me a pinch or a swat whenever she felt like it. At one point she came over and tried several different pairs of her panties on me until she found the pair she liked. ...

Well one day I was at home and my Mistress called and told me she had a new game to play with me. That she would be over the next night and I was to be ready for her, I was to wrap as much of myself in plastic wrap and then lie down on the bed, blindfold myself and hand cuff my hands behind my back. So all the next day I wondered what my Mistress had in mind. It was so hard to keep my mind on the task at work, with her mind it could be anything. Finally the next night came and I stripped, wrapped myself from the feet all the way up to my chest, that was as far as I could get. I hobbled over to the bed laid down, blindfolded myself and hand cuffed my hands behind my back. As I lay there and waited for my Mistress and her surprise I must say that I was hard with anticipation. I don’t know how long it was that I waited, but it felt like an entirety (lol). As I heard her stiletto thigh high boots on my marble floor, I have never heard such a nice sound. MMMMMMm…. ...

It was a warm autumn morning and I had the house to myself for the next two days. So after a leisurely breakfast a self-bondage session seemed attractive. As I had plenty of time a bit of rope work seemed appropriate, it would take awhile to apply the bondage and a delayed escape beckoned. As I was alone two backup escapes seemed sensible. So I pre-positioned my sheath knife on the floor in front of the picture window in the lounge, and then a serrated edged knife on the floor in the kitchen. ...

I’ve been experimenting with self-bondage for some time now. I remember with fondness my earlier attempts back as far as junior high school; back when I hadn’t even known there was such a thing as bondage. At that time I had little equipment at hand aside from some lengths of rope and some old panty hose pilfered from my mother. But I made do, and in the course of the years to follow I began to experiment more and gather paraphernalia. ...

Chapter 1 The phone rang just as Ryan stepped into the kitchen from the basement stairwell, dusty gym bag in hand. A glance at the display showed that his wife was calling. “Hi, Rebecca. Conference still going strong?” “Just breaking up for dinner sessions. Did you remember to eat?” “Of course. I don’t fall completely apart when you’re away. I had a nice salad at The Cafe and picked up a few snacks on the way home.” Ryan placed the bag on the table, trying not to make any noise. “No interesting mail. No messages.” ...

(story continues from Rebecca’s Reason)_ Chapter 2 “Oh, shit!” Ryan began humping and sliding across the floor toward the knife by the bathroom. The race was no contest. With the need for stealth gone, Holly ran into the room and grabbed the rope wrapped around his knees, hauling him back to the floor at the foot of the bed. “Whoa! Where are you going in such a hurry?” Holly’s voice was steady, as though she handled bound men in lingerie every day. ...

I had to stop for a while. I got caught. I wrote about it, as best I can remember. It’s not the most exciting story, but, looking back on it, it makes me hot. As I’ve mentioned before, my wife is not into bondage. She doesn’t like being tied up, she refuses to tie me up, she doesn’t want to look at pictures or movies, and she sure as hell doesn’t want to talk about it. She wasn’t always this way. She used to like bondage. Right up until the day we got married. ...

The best form of self bondage that I’ve come across is via a computer program. For years I’ve wanted to develope a computer program that would keep me in bondage, while stimulating my mind with pleasure, pain, and fear. It wasn’t until recently that I came across a way, with relative ease, to allow a computer to control my bondage sessions. Before this time, I had been using appliance timers, and ice to control my time in self bondage. Locking my keys to freedom in a block of ice kept me bound until I could get the ice melted. ...

The connection was immediate. I had been surfing the net for a Mistress for month and tonight was my lucky night! She had logged onto “the slave cage” at “bondage.com” as Mistress L. (I had got to know her name was Linda as in Mistress Linda). We were perfectly matching each others age of 23 & chatted for about two weeks almost every evening, discussing our common interests: Total rubber enclosure and strict bondage, humiliation & torture just to name a few, before we decided that we should try a session at her place the following friday (this was Wednesday evening) & if things “clicked” I should stay for the whole weekend. The weekend never seemed to come and every hour felt like days. ...

Last weekend I helped a family friend rig his sailboat. Our first stop was a store named West Marine. As he searched shelves for the parts and pieces he needed I explored the rigging or “deck tackle”, as he called it. Here I learned a great deal. Did you know that with its stock of soft lines, pulleys, cleats, jam and cam cleats and ratchet pulleys that such a store is a regular bondage/self bondage enthusiast’s heaven. I spent $178.49 and came home with things that I knew would amuse both my wife and I for some time to come. ...

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. ...

Damned rain! Today again. The wipers ran wildly across the windshield, trying desperately to make some sight possible. This was yet another day when he couldn’t understand the thought behind interval wipers. Why didn’t the car manufacturers equip their cars with low, high, raging… With a deep sigh he pulled into his driveway, parking the car just in front of the garage. For a few minutes he sat there, gathering the courage to open the door and make the dash for his front door and the comfort inside the house. Finally he picked up his morning paper, placed it over his head and made the break. ...

continues from Red Faced and Speechless ‘How on earth am I going to get free?’ I asked myself for the tenth time. I had not learned anything from my youth, I still rushed in where wiser heads waited. Here I was gagged speechless and inescapably bound, soaked in sweat, praying nothing had happened to my friend, (already late) who was my only hope of freedom. There was no point having a back up anyway, because the way I had locked on these hinge cuffs, they were not coming off without help! ...

(story continues from The Art of Silk Surrender 4) The Art of Silk Surrender- Part 5 I had spent over five solid hours bound naked and blindfolded. I had been poked, prodded, caressed, pumped and kneaded by what may have been a 48-handed alien scientist for all I knew. And I couldn’t get the experience out of my mind for a second. I drifted through the ensuing seventy-two hours in a hazy, muddled cloud of pure sense memory, not judging, not reacting, merely rocking up and down, side to side, as the pulsing waves of erotic tension and release broke over me in an endless, inescapable rhythm. My body was free; I was gliding smoothly through the regularly scheduled moments of my existence, but none of it meant a thing to me, as if the people, places, activities and needs of my former life were mere gusts of a light breeze on a pleasant autumn afternoon. ...

Hello Gromet. That about does it. Thanks for the ride. It was certainly a journey of self discover and escape from the bondage of shame and guilt. Take care, Otto. The Big Risk I can confidently say that I know tons about self bondage. Not just techniques, but also about motivation. Why do we do it, and how does the behavior affect our habit? We get such a rush out of that point of no return, but the same bondage activity soon becomes tiresome, and we search for something different. We look for different risks to take, longer bondage sessions, and inevitable pain and torture. We start with basic self-imprisonment with a release in one to two hours. Then we might experiement with long sessions with uncomfortable positions. Perhaps some partial suspension. We start using vibrators and fetish clothes to highten our level of sexual arousal. Perhaps a little public bondage. Perhaps some electrical torture. We keep escalating our self-bondage behavior looking for greater and greater adrenaline rushes, but like a heroine addict, nothing ever seems to match that first time we found ourselves completely helpless to release ourselves. ...

I watched every single Thursday morning as the garbage truck shuddered to a halt in the service yard next door. I worked in an IT sales company, which was on a main road next to a huge restaurant and drive through complex. That place had bank machines, sit down cafe, off license, the works. It was really handy when you needed something on the way home from work, but it was very dear. ...

(story continues from The Country House - Part Two: My Slavery Begins) The Country House Part 3: Hanging - Alone? The Master and Mistress did not trust me to be alone and uncaged in the country house the first time they went on holiday. Since I signed the contract six months ago for five years of slavery this was the longest I had been left alone. That time I was locked inside my basement quarters. No window, just a toilet, sink and bed. So I didn’t go crazy due to the confinement however, they did allow me a portable television - the first I had seen for six months. Although the week was long, at least this made it go slightly quicker. Of course the full size chastity belt padlocked on me completely stopped any other ideas I had, even if I were to want to disobey the Mistresses express wishes. ...

The impetus for this story was to document my activities while trying to push the envelope relating to duration of myself self-bondage and risk of exposure. Since I build most of my toys used in my adventures, I took suggestions from a lot of stories that I have been reading lately to create the combination of restraints depicted in the story. With it having been a fairly long winter I decided to take advantage of the arrival of spring and the privacy associated with our property in the woods. We have a house on a wooded five-acre piece of land in Colorado. The front and one side of the house could be seen from the road. Most of the rest of the property had fairly dense trees and with few exceptions was not visible to my neighbors or the road. About 500 feet behind a house on the hill was an overgrown dirt road that was part of the planned future development. On the other side of the road was an undeveloped wooded 100-acre parcel. I planned to include this area in my activities. ...

For as long as I can remember I have always craved to be tied up and rendered immobile. I have been into self-bondage for several years now and recently I upped the stakes wanted to try something I had never done before. It was the most thrilling and embarrassing moment in my life. Last Saturday, I knew that I had the whole day to myself and that I could indulge my favorite pastime. So I slept in and woke up around 10:00 a.m. I was so excited for this was “the day” I was going to try something I had never done before. I had been planning for this day for the past couple of months. I went into the basement and got all of the equipment that I would need. I then went to the refrigerator and removed the 6 plastic containers that I had placed there . They each were filled with about 2 ounces of my own cum. And at the bottom of one of these 6 containers was the key to the handcuffs I would need to later release myself, the other five also had handcuff keys but they were filed down and would not work The containers also had an inner lip around the top. I placed these 6 containers in 6 different holders, I had especially made, that were scattered throughout the basement. The holders were about 3’ off the ground and once I snapped the container in place it took 2 two hands to get it out. I forced myself not to peek and see which container had the key. It was easy to do this while I was horny, the trick would come after I came. ...

The following story true. It includes self-bondage (directed by a mistress), exhibition and submission and took place in Las Vegas and Arizona while I was attending Comdex more than 8 years ago. At the time I was seeing a mistress on the East Coast and when she found out I was going to be at the show, she planned a special occasion for me at a motel in AZ owned by a friend of hers. Most of our activities to date have been in a confined and controlled environment and focused mostly on straight bondage with minor use of female clothing. This is also the first, but not the last time I was involved in public cross-dressing. ...

The following story true. It includes self-bondage (directed by a mistress), exhibition and submission and took place in Las Vegas and Arizona while I was attending Comdex more than 8 years ago. At the time I was seeing a mistress on the East Coast and when she found out I was going to be at the show, she planned a special occasion for me at a motel in AZ owned by a friend of hers. Most of our activities to date have been in a confined and controlled environment and focused mostly on straight bondage with minor use of female clothing. This is also the first, but not the last time I was involved in public cross-dressing. ...

“Stand to attention, Worm!” I clicked off the portable recorder and grinned. This would fix the bastard! He wanted pain? He wanted humiliation? He wanted inescapable restraint? He was damned well going to get them, and in spades! I touched the ‘record’ button again. “You will reply to all my instructions with the words ‘I obey, Master’.” I paused to give him time to say it. “Now take off all your clothes, Worm. Fold them neatly and seal them in the plastic bag on the chair. When you’ve done that stand to attention again until you hear the bleeps.” I let the tape run on for a minute for the poor sod to undress, then set the cooker timer for a further five. It would give him time to get his mind into the proper state of humble servility. He is nothing, just an inert instrument waiting for me to mould into a masterpiece, a symphony of sensual experience. Complete with crashing chords and long, slow passages. ...

I enjoy dressing as a female. I do it as much as I can. I wear nylons or tights, support panties or girdles, and bra’s regular or long line under my clothes. I have a pair of knee high boots with 4” heels that I wear when I can. I am also into bondage. Every now and then I get a chance to do both. This is the story of one of those times. I had to make a trip from Memphis to Nashville. It was to be an overnight stay. It also was going to be a daring fetish bondage trip. ...

This story is not a work of fiction, it is a real experience. It was early evening, about 8:40pm - my wife was very tired, and said she was going to bed early. We live in a four bed suburban house - quite nice, good solid internal doors, so sound doesn’t travel much. My wife knows about my bondage desires, but doesn’t really know how much I’ve played with self bondage, but she makes the perfect safety, because she wouldn’t get too upset if she found me. ...

Bondage has always been a major turn on for me, since I was about 11 years old. I’m 18 years of age now, and a healthy young male. I write this at the end of my 12-hour indulgence into my first taste of self-bondage. I only discovered it a few days ago. I never even thought about it! But the second I saw the link, I started my research, reading stories, talking to people on mIRC, and the likes. Its 1:00pm now, my adventure started 13 hours ago. ...

In all my years visiting professional dominatrixes, rather ironically, the most explosive, mind shattering orgasm I ever experienced occurred during a visit to an absolute newcomer and complete novice at the game. She had just left University and had become vaguely aware of the S/M scene at some Skin Two parties. (An English rubber and fetish magazine) Correctly surmising that playing at a mistress would earn her more than any job she was likely to get – and having very little capital, she set up shop by renting a room in a squat! After fitting it up with some bare essentials, she placed an advert and her picture in the relevant contact magazines, sat back and waited for some clients. I received one of the magazines early as I had a subscription to it and I wrote off right away. And so it came to pass that I was one of her first ‘customers’. ...

What was I thinking, I should never of been so foolish to set myself up like this. The truth is I wanted to make my fantasies come to life, and now my deepest, hormone filled dreams were all too real. Sam logged on to the alt.com site and checked his email, another message from the Dom to put him through his paces Sam hoped. The message left instructions on a hotel to meet, and how the meeting was looked forward to. This would be the first meeting, and though they had exchanged numerous emails, thoughts, fantasies and even some pictures, this was going to be one hundred percent real. ...

Crystal had just gotten a divorce. In fact she had only been to court about a week ago. Her and her husband had lived across the street from us for fifteen years. Moreover, that’s about as long as I had been in love with her. I took every opportunity to see her. I’ve seen her in a bathing suit, leotard and tights all the way to dressed up for church. It didn’t matter what she had on I was in love with her and I wanted her more than I loved her. ...

This story is fiction. And was merely a fantasy of mine wen I was still a teen and had just truly begun to learn about bdsm and the fetishes that would be a part of my life. It was a typical Saturday morning, No school and not cloud in the sky, To me it looked like a wonderful day. A day to relax and hang with my friends. I grabbed a quick breakfast and called my friends to see what their plans were. Unfortunately all of them had made plans or had something else to do. So I was left little to do, watch TV etc or go out into the woods. To what my friends and me called our home away from home, an old deserted shack, which we used like a clubhouse or simply a place to chill. It was perfect for what I had planned. I planned on a day of self-bondage and masturbation. ...

Having read your various contributors I thought I would add my own embarrassing tale. I had been practising Self-Bondage since my early teens using mainly ropes and scarves, and had been caught by mother twice, fortunately she is very understanding. I graduated to using padlocks and chains, my favourite position being a modified hog-tie, chaining my ankles to a waist chain and using a short chain and two small padlocks for handcuffs. ...