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"I felt like I'd gone to another planet."
Bondage and BDSM sex have always been sexual fantasies for many people, but this has become even more of a phenomenon as experimenting with kinky sex has seen a huge rise in popularity over the past few years. Bondage and BDSM can be a whole lot of fun but these activities also demand a lot of trust and responsibility to do it safely with safe words, consent and best practice (you don't magically learn how to safely tie knots, after all) at the front of everyone's minds. So before you get down to the dirty, you need to swot up as much as you can on how to do it before you try anything IRL. It should only ever be with a partner you trust, are free to communicate openly and honestly with, and with whom you've discussed your boundaries and safe words with.
Here, six women who got all their safety boxes ticked before embarking on their bondage sex adventures, share their best ever bondage sex stories.
"My best ever bondage experience didn’t even require any rope, just a simple restraint kit for your bed . My partner had me lying on my stomach on the bed. I was wearing wrist and ankle cuffs and he hooked each ankle and wrist to the four corners of the bed. I was spreadeagled and helpless. He took my magic wand vibrator aka the old school Hitachi and placed it against my vulva from behind. Because of the angle, it wasn’t in direct contact with my clit, but the vibrations still made themselves known.
"He teased me like this for what felt like forever, but was probably only minutes. I had enough give in my restraints that I could writhe around and even lift my hips slightly, which allowed the vibrator to finally make direct contact. Only this time, I couldn’t get away from the overwhelming sensations so multiple orgasms were forced as I screamed (in pleasure and in a sexy, kinky kind of pain). When we were done, I’d lost count of my orgasms and my voice. It was GREAT!"
- Kayla Lords, founder of Loving BDSM
"My favourite bondage session was the first time my husband ever tied me up. We used simple under-the-bed restraints and a blindfold. He took to being a Dom like a fish to water. He gave me a spanking and then choked me while going down on me. Then, he added a stainless steel dildo into the mix. It was a particularly amazing experience because I trusted him so completely and we were both so intensely into it. It was one of the best orgasms I've ever had."
"My favourite bondage experience was when partner tied me up in a criss-cross pattern with a harness around my breasts, making me put my arms behind my head and leaving a piece of rope long enough to bring back between my legs. I got onto my knees to give him a blow job, loving the feeling of my power being removed. Then, he pushed me onto the bed face down and started to spank me, switching between light and hard.
"He turned me over, kissed me ferociously and dropped his head between my legs and moved the rope out of the way. It only took a minute for me to orgasm hard. My orgasm carried on rippling after its peak, then he inserted two fingers and started fucking my G spot . I was coming again and again. I have no idea how long it lasted for. It could have been all night - when wave-type orgasms begin with me, I can ride that wave, peaking and rolling until exhaustion hits. I felt like I'd gone to another planet. My eyes slowly came back to focus and I saw him grinning at me. He untied my hands and I jumped on top of him, ready for more."
"I once went to a love hotel in Osaka (special themed hotels which you can rent by the hour in Japan) with a guy I'd been seeing for a couple of weeks. The entire room was kitted out with bondage equipment: stocks at the end of the bed, chains above it that you could be manacled to, even a special inflatable mat in the bathroom that you could cover in lube and roll around in. Every conceivable piece of furniture had an alternative kinky purpose. After getting nailed while in the stocks, and tied to everything that had hooks and fasteners, eventually we realised our time was up. We'd only tried about a quarter of the equipment, but definitely got way more than our money's worth!
"My weirdest bondage experience happened partway through a super-hot night in. My partner restrained me with handcuffs designed to hook over the top of a door frame, and then teased me for ages by alternating spanking and vibrations: hot! Unfortunately, it proved a little *too* hot for me, and I remember experiencing a weird smash-cut - one minute I was enjoying the sensation, the next I was looking up at my naked and hugely erect boyfriend from a foetal position on the bedroom floor... onto which I had fainted. He was very quick with the aftercare, water, and biscuits. Moral of the story? Don't do intense bondage on an empty stomach!"
- Girl On The Net , sex blogger and author
"I was tied with my ankles wide apart and secured to the bed posts when we both realised my jeans were still partway down my legs. I thought he'd untie me to take them off, but instead he left the room, leaving me tied up and helpless. When he came back, he told me to close my eyes and dragged a cold metal blade across my lips. He traced it down my body before hooking it under my bra and slicing through the elastic.
"I was so horny I wanted him to cut me loose so I could grab him there and then, but he moved to the bottom of the bed and cut my jeans away slowly. After ripping off my underwear, he plunged his face between my legs and started fucking me with his fingers and tongue. I tensed up in my ropes and came hard. He carried on pounding my clit with his tongue as wave after wave of pleasure pulsed through me. When I finally stopped shuddering, I told him I wanted him to fuck me, and he picked up the knife to cut me loose."
- Tabitha Rayne , sex blogger and designer of the Ruby Glow vibrator .
"Probably one of the sexiest experiences I've had was at a club when my partner tied me up and spent an hour or so teasing me with various sensations and toys. So hot! Highly recommend!
"But I have had some mishaps when experimenting with bondage. Once, my partner and I were playing at a swingers' club. It was a kink night but they were very quiet so we were the only people playing in the dungeon. They had several winches which the club owner insisted were perfectly safe to suspend from. My partner had me in a partial (not even a full!) Shibari suspension with perhaps 50% of my body weight off the ground, when the winch gave way. It was only my partner's quick reflexes which meant he was able to grab the rope and stop me from falling - without that, we'd have potentially been looking at a serious injury. Lesson learned: triple-check your equipment, and maybe don't believe everything a non-expert tells you about dungeon safety!"
- Amy Norton, a sex writer, kink educator and founder of Coffee and Kink
This article was originally published in 2020 and has since been updated.

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To say Victoria’s Kim Debron and her “Master” Joe have an unconventional relationship wouldn’t really do it justice.
The mum, who is in her 50s, says it best herself on her website, when she writes: “i am a collared slave, and i am owned by and married to Master Joe.” Beside the text, is an oval-shaped image of Kim wearing a collar. It is engraved “MJ’s girl.”
(Kim uses ‘i’ instead of ‘I’ when referring to herself.)
Speaking to news.com.au about her relationship, Kim explained: “i spent most of my adult life being in charge, running a riding school, running a section in a government department, running a business with my first husband, being a single parent…
“For me, knowing i am His collared and owned slave, means that i have given Him all of me that there is to give. It means that He owns my body, He controls my mind, He fills my heart, and He soothes my soul.”
Admittedly, relinquishing all control of her life has not come without difficulty.
“In the early days of our relationship i found submitting to His will or His decisions, was often difficult because i had been in charge of myself for so long,” she told the publication, adding that she can add input into discussions with her Master, and that “he may change the decision” based on her feelings.
So, what does the average day look like, when your husband is also your “Master”?
The average day, Kim says, looks fairly similar to that of any modern woman, with added chores, strict names of “Sir” and “Master”, asking permission to go to the bathroom, and the occasional spank on the rear of course.
Kim has also committed to always serving her husband's needs - whether that be a glass of water, or the television channel - before her own.
While her lifestyle may raise eyebrows, Kim says she's not fussed. In fact, she describes herself as 'safe, loved, cared for, protected, and complete.'
And you can't argue with that, now can you?
Sounds like she had a mental breakdown somewhere along the line..... why I earth would you be doing this otherwise.

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Chapter 8 - I Settle Into My Life As A Slave

The following week passed slowly. As she said, I was left on my chain, ignored by everybody, the entire week. I seriously wanted to get off my chain. I had spent hours examining every link of my chain. Every link was securely welded. I had carefully explored my collar, and the padlock, with my fingers. They were heavy steel, with no possible way to get them off. The chain was attached to a heavy steel ring, which was bolted into a huge stone block at the end of the wall, by the gate. There was no escape from the chain. They had made sure I could not escape!
 I was left to spend the week totally naked, on my chain. I had at most one gate-opening to do each day, and I did them as efficiently as I could. I did not dare get another punishment. Most days I had absolutely nothing to do. I just waited, a slave, on my chain.
The next Sunday, I was taken back to the pillories again. This time I only had twenty strokes. When I say ’only’, I simply mean I didn’t get additional strokes. I was allowed one minute to masturbate, in full view of the ladies. Then I got twenty strokes from the black bitch with her leather strap. The twenty strokes were still absolute agony, and left me weeping with pain. But at least I didn’t get seventy, as one of the other poor slaves did. 
As I stood locked in my pillory, listening to his screams and watching the ladies laughing as he was strapped, I resolved yet again to be a perfect slave! I would be content to live on my chain! I would be completely docile and respectful and obedient! I realized that the Ladies here had perfected a method of converting men into total slaves! They used good heavy chains and regular hard strappings! After experiencing the chain, and a good hard strapping in the pillory, none of us would ever intentionally be disobedient, ever again! We each knew we could not ever get off our chain! And we each knew the consequences of not being good! We had all been made into total slaves. Even me.
I think I spent almost three months on my chain by the gate. I lost track of the exact date, but it must have been about three months. I gradually grew very lean and fit. I did have extra strokes on two occasions, by being too slow with the gate. In my opinion, the two ladies who accused me of being slow, were unreasonable, but I had to accept the punishment. I was simply informed that I would get extra strokes. I was not asked to speak, so I had to accept in silence.
After three or four months, the summer was ending, and I was moved, escorted in tight shackles, to indoor barn work. In the barn, before my shackles were removed, I was padlocked into an even heavier collar, with an even heavier chain. My new chain was longer, about 30 feet long. Heavy thick steel links. There was no escape from this chain. The end of my chain ended in a thick steel ring that slid on a horizontal steel beam bolted to one wall of the barn. I could move along the entire barn on my chain, by sliding the ring along the beam. The steel beam did not extend to the door however, and my chain pulled me up just short of the door. The windows were set high in the wall, and were heavily barred.
My supervisor visited me in the Barn. She gestured to me, to stop work. I immediately ran and knelt before her, the closest to her that my chain would let me. I missed her! She had been strict, but decent. She had been kind to me. I respected her.
She stood before me. I knelt naked, chained, at her feet. I so wanted to touch her. But I dared not. She passed her hand though my hair.
“I’ve come to say goodbye, dear Peter. We must all move on. You could only be our gate slave for a short time. We need our slaves for harder work, to keep the farm going. I managed to get you transferred to a chain in the Barn. I hope you are grateful. The Barn is much easier work than work the fields! You would not like being a chained slave in the fields! You have a new supervisor now. You must obey her as you would me. I hope you don’t think I was too cruel with you. I was strict, as I had to be. But you endured so well! I was proud to be your supervisor. We have a new slave coming tomorrow, and I will put him on the gate, on your old chain. But I wish I still had you! Goodbye, dear Peter.”
She turned and left me. I think she was crying.
My new supervisor was a heavy set blond. She dressed in black leather, and always carried a short, black single tail whip. She liked to use it, hard, whenever she had the slightest reason. It hurt like hell! I disliked her immediately, and she disliked me.
I spent all that winter in the barn, on my new chain, alongside the five other slaves who were already working there when I arrived. The other slaves kept their eyes down and did not stop their work as my collar was fitted and padlocked. We were not allowed to talk to each other. Each of us were naked, collared, and secured to the same steel beam, by an individual long, heavy chain. I saw that each of the other slaves also had an IRS number tattooed on his right buttock. I was so glad they hadn’t tattooed me. I guessed that they could not do that for me, since my Contract was only for 12 months. I certainly would not ask for any time extensions! I would be so happy when my 12 months were up and I finally got out of here!
We spent our days on manual labor, mostly threshing wheat, tying straw into bales, and similar work. No thought or skill was needed, just brute strength. We worked naked. We were not allowed tools, so it all had to be done by pure manual labor, with our hands. It was hard, mind-numbing, primitive work of absolute boredom. It probably could have been done by a machine, or by using modern tools, much faster and easier. But the Ladies liked to use slave labor, and it clearly amused them to work us, chained, like animals.
Our supervisor wrote our daily and weekly work quotas on a blackboard on the end wall each morning. She then inspected us. She then made us kneel and kiss her boots as she stood before each of us, in turn. She enjoyed making us do that. My first tentative kissing was rewarded with severe lash from her short whip. It was agony! I immediately kissed her shiny boot fervently, licking and kissing, kissing and licking. She laughed, then passed on to the next slave. After that, I always kissed her boots very, very well. The whip bitch. That is what I started to call her. The name fitted her perfectly. She was exactly that. A blond whip bitch. A vicious bitch, with a whip. With six chained male slaves to whip, just as much as she liked.
After we started work in the morning, the whip bitch mostly left us alone in the Barn. She looked in on us during the day, at unpredictable times, sometimes opening the Barn door, and sometimes using a small peephole in the door. We never knew when we were being watched, so we felt we were being watched all the time. There was no need to supervise us more, since we were each on our chains. If we were not working when she looked in on us, we would have extra strokes. No excuses were accepted or even allowed to be presented. There was no real need to check that we were working. None of us would dare break a rule, and if we failed to complete our daily and weekly quotas we would have extra strokes.
We worked in silence, naked, on our chains, hour after endless hour. Speaking was forbidden. None of would risk getting caught talking. Even if one of us had spoken, I suspect the others would have reported him to the whip bitch, in the hope of some reward. Good luck to that! Personally, I couldn’t ever imagine the whip bitch ever showing any kindness, not to any man, anyway.
We were her chained male animals. We were all wonderful ex
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