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Power Shift: Fm, Mf, Andromeda and the caged husband.
Sometimes it takes a little planning.
Maya and Michael move their relationship to an apartment.
A canceled flight leads to a husband caught in self bondage.
Kim's limits are pushed a lot further than she anticipated.
A self-bound submissive is saved, and finds a new path.
Lonely girl visits strange escape room venue.
Jenny is caught on the machine by her best friend.
Sienna uses Darlene's imagination to grow her power.
Friend finds out the truth about Darlene's SB accident.
Young woman finds hidden room in the basement new place.
Policewoman's motorbunny and Landlord saddle break her.
When she dyes her hair, I get kinky.
Surprised during a self-bondage session.
Housework is boring. I found a way to self-motivate.
Nicole returns to the farm but Annabelle has some surprises.
Nicole plans evening of self-bondage games in abandoned barn.
Clara gets to choose a career and meets Oreo out of costume.
Mike's self-bondage session is interrupted by Emily.
Oreo shows her secret side while waiting for Clara.
An unexpected visitor walks in on an evening of self-play.
A Mermaid lover does some rubbery underwater self-bondage.
A REALLY, REALLY close encounter of the pleasurable kind!
Her self-bondage session spins out of control...
She ties herself over the banister for him to find.
Addiction makes Nikkita bound to the woods.
Alex invites Mei over for an afternoon of fun.
Judith's day of fantasy self-bondage takes an unusual twist.
Hell of a sales pitch, hell of a night.
Tracey decides to beat the boredom with some self-bondage.
A bit of imaginary fun - self-bondage.
The girls go on a naked excursion across campus.
A self-bondage mishap leads to a surprising reunion.
She becomes the slave of her dreams - or nightmares?
Flirty banter with a friend gets a bit more involved.
An experiment that took a wildly different turn.
Neil finds the inspiration he needs in an unusual place.
Suzy "discovers" a secret room with a kinky surprise.
Jay helps his beautiful neighbor out of a bind.
A woman succeeds at self-bondage - beyond her expectations.
Crossdresser gets a new toy, finds she loves it.
She binds herself for him, but he fucks her best friend.
Amusing herself ends up amusing him.
Bring your 'lesbian' daughter to work day.
Husband stumbles onto his wife's public showing.
Bored housewife summons some courage.
Ali Express, a self bondage and his wife finding him.
Ali Express, a self bondage session and his Sissy downfall.
A self-bondage session goes a little wrong, then right.
The older sister's character is brought into question.
Good girl fades away as the bad girl is taken to task.
When a self bondage session takes a "cold" turn...
Danae gets surprised during a self-bondage session.
Self bondage, a Sybian and unexpected company.
Two best friends, buried affections, and hidden desires.
A day off for the good girl turns to naughty indulgence.
Charlotte is caught by her house mate.
Girl’s day turns into an unexpected game of seduction.
Andrea, Megan and Zainab have a Christmas alone.
A blackmailed Milf gets double-teamed.
A slut's visit to the chamber-the details.
A young woman seeks her elusive golden cocoon.
Two short tales of frequent fliers.
A woman handcuffed to the bed? All in a day's work.
I rescue women trapped in self-bondage.
A late-night self-bondage session takes a messy turn.
The seduction of Lisa - her slide into debauchery begins
Stacy tries self-bondage sessions in greenhouse at new home.
A rich young housewife by the ultimate sex toy, The Teasinat.
A young woman studies and ancient people and herself.
Sophia's life changes in the wilderness of Rannoch Moor.
A young woman comes to him for help.
She experiments with self bondage, but she forgets something.
A woman's experiences with self-bondage.
Wife's surprise has even more unexpected results.
Self bound, you experience confusion, desire.
A fantasy involving the sun, moon, and female self bondage.
A young woman's fanatsy comes true.
An engineer's revenge after boss' daughter fires him.
Final: adventurous young woman calls herself "Self-Sub Susy".
Single mom unwittingly puts on a show for her neighbor.
A walk in public in restrictive self-bondage.
Twins catch mother in a compromising position.
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After work, she loaded up the spool, some of her self bondage toys, and headed off to the cabin by the lake. She loved the lake. It was a family-run motel with a few cabins...
Did someone know her self bondage secret, her lust to be helplessly bound and gagged? The only thing left was a small paper with directions on how she was to attach the contents to her body. Her desire to be tied up took over and she rushed to her bedroom...
Then she slipped into the stable ahead of him, stripped to her thong and high-heeled leather boots, and handcuffed herself to the stall grating...
Now came the tricky part. Hooking the padlock onto one cuff, she pulled her hands behind her. Hot sweat coated her alabaster skin as she struggled to hook the padlock onto the other cuff, then to close the hasp to lock her wrists together...
In fact, as she attempted to make slack in the connection, it becamse further attached to the hook making it now impossible for her to get free while in her standing self bondage. Meantime, the vibrator wasn`t slowing down any...
Last night, after she had edged herself to near-orgasm time and again, Donna slid the dildo into her slick pussy before locking the chastity belt, her heart pounding as she then fastened handcuffs around each wrist and padlocked them to her belt...
One wrist was handcuffed to the vertical slat while a thick chain from the top of the grate was padlocked to the black leather dog collar fastened around her neck. Her other wrist was handcuffed to her trim ankle while both ankles were chained together by the steel leg shackles...
She let out a scream that she thought for sure could be heard in town. She bounced a couple times but finally came to rest on her toes, with her arms pulled straight up above her head. She looked up and found the cinch knot pulled tight and her wrists were bound to each other and unable to get free of the rope...
Having been deflected by a low branch as they fell, they were now well out of reach of her fingers. Walking around the tree only wrapped her ankle ropes around the base of it which brought her legs closer to the tree and made her bondage that much more strict...
She screamed in panic behind her tight-fitting ballgag as she struggled to remain upright on her high heels as she moved along with the belt of the treadmill.

Struggling to stay upright, she endured a huge orgasm as her nipples were pulled and pinched in the clamps...

She got undressed and slipped on her stockings, heels, and her bra and panties. Then she slipped on some leather ankle cuffs and locked them together and to a ring in the floor.

She convulsed from the last spasms and softly moaned as she hung there in her self bondage. Limp and spent...
Being on the stool, her shoulders were even with where the chains connected to the grate. She slipped in her ballgag and was about to slide her wrists into the rope coil hanging above her head. She figured she`d just sit there for a while, grind her hips and pussy into the seat and have a healthy orgasm...
Sarah had finally decided that today was going to be the day that she tried self-bondage!

She stopped by the local Harbor Freight store and found a package of long plastic zip ties....
I`ve always `pushed the envelope` with my self bondage adventures but I really think I went too far this time...I should`ve just went home after buying my new corset ...
Their eyes grew wide at the sudden realization that they were now very securely bound hand and foot, and very effectively gagged. They struggled valiantly as any damsel-in-distress would do. But the steel cuffs and strong leather straps were too much for them. They didn`t budge at all...
The armbinder had 2 special belts on it that could be used to tighten the binder without pulling strings or something else she couldn`t reach. A special mechanism inside the belt made it possible to pull it tight and yanking it made it come free again....
As always Megan managed to get herself into some self bondage trouble. She wasn`t able to break out in time. In fact, her father found her and set her free. But he wasn`t pleased. He was angry that this happened so many times before and still she had learned nothing about how dangerous selfbondage could be....

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By January Nelson
Updated September 30, 2019

If you are into whips and chains, then you are going to get turned on by these bondage stories from Reddit. Vanilla sex doesn’t do it for everyone. Some people need a little more excitement than that. They need a little more danger. If you get turned on by the thought of getting tied up, gagged, choked, and strapped to the bed, then you are going to love these bondage stories.

By January Nelson
Updated September 30, 2019

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“Claire was tied face down to the bed, a big red ball gag in her mouth and coarse ropes binding her wrists and ankles to the bedposts, keeping her in place. She was panting heavily, nervous, her small breasts heaving. She’d found this place online in one of the dark chatrooms where nobody used their real names.
She’d gone down three alleyways and entered a seedy place, where there were thick doors and sounds of pleasure coming through. Girls screaming in ecstasy, flesh slapping against flesh, men groaning. She’d signed a few forms and given her consent, then put on a pair of long black stockings, black high heels, a black collar, and had allowed herself to be tied down to this disgusting, small bed.
She was wondered how long it would be, and when the door opened, she felt her heart beat even faster. She couldn’t see the men enter the room but she could hear them. She felt their hands caress her body and begin to pull down her thin black panties to expose her tight pink pussy.
She felt their fingers probe her and her hands pulled down instinctively. The ropes were too strong and she couldn’t move as she was being played with, no matter how fast, or how deep they went. She felt the bed shake as a man climbed on, and she began to breathe heavily as he placed his hands down next to her head and something, something poked against her pussy.
Without warning he thrust in and she gasped in pleasure around her gag. The thick cock was so deep inside her that she thought that she’d scream! She tried to control her moans as the man used her like a sex doll, pounding her and grabbing onto her hair for leverage. She felt him speed up, felt him reach his climax, and she groaned as he came inside her.
He was panting heavily, and so was Claire, but for her it wasn’t even nearly over. The man climbed off the bed and another one climbed on next, thrusting his cock deep inside her.
For hours she felt herself get fucked by different men, used like a tissue to catch their cum. She came over and over again, screaming into her ball gag, loving the feeling of the cocks plowing her. By the end of the day when the man came in to untie her she could barely move her legs. She was dripping out of her cunt, semen staining the streets.
The ropes had left red marks around her wrists and ankles. Still, she knew that she’d be back tomorrow. As she left the room she saw other women leaving the rooms nearby, smiles plastered across their faces. They were walking bow-legged and their high heels were wobbling on the floor.
Claire was one of them now.” — Peskykin
“A girl—no, now woman, unequivocally, though she’s still a girl to me, with some of those endearing habits left over from childhood that most of us, the unlucky ones, lose when we (supposedly) mature: in her case, biting her lip and casting her beautiful dark eyes to the ceiling as she considered a posed question—a woman kneels before me, her hands bound, her pert breasts thrust forward, the position revealing the contours of her ribs.
“Sir,” she whispers. “Do whatever you want to me.” I reach out and run my hand through her hair, black as pitch, dropping down to one breast as I pinch her nipple and begin to undo my belt.
How did we get here? Let me back up.
I’m a PhD candidate in comparative literature a top university, one which was in the news last year for student protests, and which continues to be in the news on occasion. During the tumult of the protests, many of my colleagues noted class attendance dwindling—not that they particularly minded, since most of us are farther left than even our most sincere little radicals.
My class, for seniors writing theses, remained well attended, however. My secret was the same secret that led to record setting enrollments in previous years: sex. Any seniors who wanted to write theses on sexuality in literature? Sign up for the “Literature and Sexuality Senior Colloquium.” Genius.
If you’ve never read The Story of O—well, I recommend it. For academics, it’s easy to teach because students love to talk about it. And for Priya, my best student, it seemed to spark an interest she didn’t realize she had.
“I was thinking of changing my thesis topic,” she told me one afternoon after class, over coffee, while we discussed her initial proposal, which focused on oral histories of sex workers. “Something…”
And then she paused, bit her lip. She’s a petite girl, Indian-American, majoring in English and Biology, the latter to keep the possibility of med school alive.
“About BDSM. I really liked The Story of O. And I was thinking…” Here, she laid out a fairly clever thesis topic, reading female empowerment into narratives of sexual submission. I OK’d the project and she was off.
It happened so gradually, I barely noticed it. I was attracted to her, naturally, but I was attracted to many of my female students and so the noise blocked it out—like most red-blooded male academics, I’d gotten used to being around attractive, smart, driven young people revealing their vulnerabilities. I began meeting with Priya bi-weekly, and then weekly, chatting about her paper, about her other classes, about her on-campus activism. At one point, I noticed my hand on hers. She was talking excitedly about a protest. I delicately removed my hand and she glanced down at it, and then at me—I couldn’t read the look on her face.
“No, it’s okay,” she replied, a little too quickly.
Another time, I forget exactly when, I mentioned something that clued her in to the fact that I had personal BDSM experience—something about after-care, something that set her eyes shining.
“So, you’ve… Done, like, scenes and stuff?”
“Priya, we shouldn’t be talking about this.”
“But it’s what my thesis is about. You have to talk to me about it.”
“But not about my own, personal…” I paused. Digging myself into a hole. “Interests.”
She grinned. “Are you a dom or a sub or a switch? You’re a dom. I can tell.”
I shut that conversation down pretty fast too. She wrote her thesis, graduated summa, and I was proud of her.
It was a month or two before I saw her again: I was riding my bike to the library, when I like to camp out in the summer months to work, since my apartment has no air conditioning, when I saw her in smart business dress, leading a group of prospective students on a tour. We waved and later, I saw the same group again in the library. She flashed another smile my way and, an hour later, found me again. Sans prospies.
It turned out, she had a job at the admissions office. A full time job. Would I like to get lunch with her? I would.
Over lunch, our hands found each other again. She invited me over for dinner that evening and I took her up on the offer.
In the dark of her bedroom after our first night together, her curled up in the crook of my arm, her breath ragged after our fucking, she asked me to be her dom.
“I’ve just read so much about it, and it sounds like… What I’ve always wanted,” she whispered. “And I feel like what I’ve always wanted—it’s been someone like you.”
I was quiet for a while. Of course, I wanted it. Who wouldn’t? Priya was gorgeous. She was a joy to be around, sweet and considerate, with a sassy edge that came with intimacy. She was smart as a whip, able to see through my bullshit in class when none of the other students could, giving me a raised eyebrow: our secret signal.
“Why don’t we ease into it, try a few things, and see if you like it,” I finally answered, whispering huskily into her ear as my hand ran down her smooth belly.
“Sir, for now. Yellow for slow down, red for stop—does that work for you?”
“That works,” she said, eagerly. I ordered her out of bed, told her to turn on the lights. She obeyed immediately.
“Good girl. Squat down. Touch yourself.”
Again, she obeyed: lowering herself into the awkward position, she slid a hand down and began to rub her bare pussy, spreading her dark lips open to reveal her pinkness.
“Good. And don’t you dare think you’re going to cum any time soon.”
I watched her for a minute, our eyes locked as she touched herself, gasping and whimpering softly. I had already made her cum once and I was surprised at how fast she orgasmed.
She nodded, biting her lip, and ran a hand up to her breasts, stroking them softly.
She obeyed, digging her fingers into her flesh, whimpering. She was a natural, tugging at her brown nipples, shuddering in pain and pleasure.
“Yes, Sir. I’ve always liked it… rough.”
She didn’t answer for a second, moaning.
“Good,” I replied. I strode over to her, laying my hands on her for the first time since we had begun. I took her by the hair, pulling hard.
Gripping her hard by the hair, forcing her head back, almost causing her to lose her balance, I lowered my lips to her ear.
“You never fooled me, Priya. I always knew you wanted to be my slut.”
She let out a cry and began to shudder. I knew she was cumming. I slid my fingers around her throat, letting them rest there and putting only a small amount of pressure on her—just enough to let her know that I was in charge, but not so much that she wouldn’t be able to use her safe words. I held her face looking at mine as she came, her pretty features contorting in ecstasy.
“I’m sorry, Sir,” she whimpered pathetically as she finished.
She obeyed as I went to my jeans, and slid my belt out of the loops. I heard her breathing, ragged and hungry as I approached her leaking body, the scent of her pussy heavy in the air as I ran my belt over her thighs and up to her plump little ass.
“Is this a red or a yellow for you, do you think?” I
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