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unfortunately, it's only selfbondage !
So like a couple of days ago I got an email from YouTube. I have like less than half a dozen videos up on there. I used to use it to edit my videos (rotate/trim/color balance) before I finally broke down and bought a copy of Photoshop. This video has been removed from YouTube for being 'Pornographic or sexually explicit content that is meant to be sexually gratifying'!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Ya know, I am like so proud to finally say I have made my very first porno! I am considering appealing it on the basis that watching me is more sexually frustrating than gratifying! I have amended the title of this clip accordingly. All kidding aside, it is so awesome that Flickr has never told me off for this video, 'cause like I'm not really some sexually adventurous wild cat, I'm just a fairly repressed, very vanilla Tgirl who is kinda curious about all the things she is too timid to try in real life, and likes to play pretend and share it with her friends on Flickr. As much as people complain and gripe about the site, they have been like awesome to deal with and incredibly supportive of the LGBT+ community, providing us a safe place to hang out and share our pictures and videos.
Original pointless description that's not actually worth reading neither:
So like the stars have aligned and I'm getting some Tabitha and Flickr time!!!!
Two of the big projects I've been working on came to a successful completion recently, and the third is gonna be held up for the Columbus Day weekend (love dealing with government departments - way too much bureaucracy but loads of reasons not to come to work), so I can actually spend the next few days doin' like nothing! It's what I'm best at - I spent most of my time at university applying all my efforts towards it :)
These are like clips from a bunch of videos I've done but never put up, or only kept up for a while. I have some more, but Flickr doesn't like too long videos, so I am having to split them.
They have like a self-bondage theme, so if that's not your thing, don't bother with them. The last bit though is like this lil' kitty cat on heat. Anyone wanna make her purr?
I love being bound in cuffs, chains and gagged.
I know I promise one more but I couldn't help myself. I just love being in bondage and almost helpless.
Today i tried some selfbondage shots, it was pretty exciting being gagged and tied with cuffs. Wish somebody would tie me for real ;-) Hope you guys like it and let me know if you want more pics like this :-)
A little self bondage goes wrong when I dropped the keys. Picking them up is going to be quite difficult while bound.
One of my favorite places for being bound.
On my way to the cell block that's going to be my new home for the next five years.
Ariel Anderssen tries out the entire Restrained Elegance gag collection!
Chained rubber walk. Latex slave. Latex crossdresser walk. forced public walk. public bondage latex sissy walk.
some very amateur bondage - but I had fun
When I saw the Rogue Players and Flickr Group Roulette had converged to wanting pink stripes, I knew just the thing to wear. The problem was how to NOT just make another self-portrait of a man wearing age- and gender-inappropriate clothing. I may have accomplished that.
I love my mum for having taken this pic before helping me out :) Well seems I knew young what I wanted *g*
Let's face it - Shibari in Second Life has been a sad thing at best. It works - but capturing the intricacy of the ropework is very difficult.
I think Bhadra has come far closer than anyone else has. This set includes a lot of struggle animations and it is suited for partner AND self-bondage play.
Best of all, it integrates with her B'Horny Hud and her Dragon Ring Relay. And all this for 500L$ - about half what I expected her to charge.
Two moddable shapes are included. Here's some shots I took as I was working on the one I made. It gives you an idea of how lovely the rope looks in matte hemp.
Multiple Columns legs rig with Suspension Spine Variation
Multiple Columns legs rig with Suspension Spine Variation
multiple Legs Columns with Hanging Spine
multiple Legs Columns with Hanging Spine


A Few Short Tales of Trapped Females 







Table of Contents

Chapter 1 (v.1) - Suzy's Day Off

Chapter 2 (v.1) - A Binding Contract

Chapter 3 (v.1) - That Sinking Feeling

Chapter 4 (v.1) - In a Tight Spot

Chapter 5 (v.1) - Kate’s Catch-22 Conundrum

Chapter 6 (v.1) - A Moment of Madness

Chapter 7 (v.1) - The Call of the Cuffs

Chapter 8 (v.1) - Melissa's Quality Time

Chapter 9 (v.1) - Nicki's Self-Bondage Mishap

Chapter 10 (v.1) - Unforeseen Circumstances





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Nicki peered over her shoulder from her position at the top of the stairs and gazed through the banisters at the carpeted hall below. There, unmistakably, was the small silver-coloured metal object
that she had seconds earlier let slip through her fingers, and which now lay almost directly beneath her at a distance of approximately twelve feet. But those twelve feet might as well have been a
million miles as far as Nicki was concerned, as there was no way that she could now retrieve the key, and there was no-one that she could blame for her plight but herself.


It had all started when nineteen year old Nicki had become curious about an item that she’d stumbled upon that belonged to her father (who happened to be a police officer) on Saturday morning. Her
parents, together with her younger sister and brother, were away for the weekend and not due home until Sunday evening. Nicki, therefore, had the family home all to herself. On this spring morning,
with nothing specifically planned for either that day or the next, she had been rummaging through a cupboard that she very rarely needed to visit, when she chanced upon the shiny metal handcuffs,
complete with key. For several years now, Nicki had harboured thoughts that had been greatly troubling her; feelings that she had, until this moment, managed to suppress and keep buried deep within
her subconscious. These feelings, therefore, had predominantly lain dormant within her, yet continued to break into her conscious mind at irregular intervals. Now though, this discovery proved to
be the catalyst for these desires to force their way to the surface on a more permanent basis, and for her inhibitions to crumble. The deep longings she’d up to now managed to deny, or at least
keep in check, suddenly overwhelmed her and she shivered with excitement at the arousal that these conjoined bracelets of steel stimulated.


It was only now, as she examined her new-found playthings with awe and fascination, that she could finally admit to herself that the ideas that had thrilled her since her early teens were fantasies
about being bound, gagged, chained and held in helpless captivity by some evil fiend; only to be eventually rescued by some handsome knight in shining armour. And now, with the means to act out at
least some of these desires at her disposal, the urge to imprison herself in the metal bracelets was just too great to resist.


With trembling hands, Nicki tried the key in the locks and then, satisfied that she would be able to release herself again, she gingerly placed her left wrist into one of the waiting cuffs and
completed the entrapment of her hand. The clicking sound, as the ratchet mechanism shut fast, sent a thrill coursing up her spine. Quickly, she secured the other wrist in the vacant bracelet and
within seconds was walking around the room waving her manacled hands in front of her, in a mock struggle for a freedom that was neither forthcoming not desired.


After maybe three minutes or so, however, Nicki began to tire of this. What she craved now was a more daring, and therefore more exhilarating, way of shackling her wrists together. She let herself
out of the cuffs momentarily, before re-imprisoning herself again, this time struggling into their caress of steel with her hands behind her back. Once again she spent several minutes in this
fashion, wandering around the house in a state of high excitement; experimenting with little, normally mundane tasks such as opening doors and switching on the television.


Eventually though, this too proved unsatisfying in her increasingly aroused state. What she hungered for were not merely handcuffed wrists, but full-blown bondage.


Removing the cuffs again (which proved slightly more difficult than it had when her hands were in front of her), Nicki hurried out to the garden shed and swiftly located the two items she sought: a
reel of garden twine and a roll of heavy duty adhesive tape. Once back inside the house, she checked that all the doors and windows were shut and locked, as the last thing she wanted was for her
secret to be discovered. Going upstairs, she removed her clothes until she stood in just her bra and panties, before sheathing her slender legs in a pair of sheer black tights. She finished off the
ensemble by stepping into her highest heeled shoes, as she wanted to look as sexy as possible for the fantasies she had in mind. The next step was to strategically place a large mirror against the
wall on the landing, in order to be able to observe herself during her struggles. Satisfied that this was positioned at the correct angle to capture her bound up form from the best possible angle,
she was now ready to begin trussing herself up.


Firstly, Nicki unwound a length of the twine and tested its strength in her hands; smiling at the way it refused to stretch or snap. Cutting five long pieces from the reel (three of approximately
nine or ten feet in length, and two slightly longer), she sat on the floor with her back to the post at the head of the stairs. Without undue haste, so as to ensure that she secured all the
ligatures as tightly as she was able, Nicki bound her ankles to each other, then followed this by tying the second and third shorter lengths of twine, one just below her knees and the other just
above. All three bonds were executed in identical fashion; being wound around her legs several times, then cinched and tied at the front as tightly as she could manage. With this exercise now
complete, Nicki used the railings to lever herself up onto her feet and for a minute or two and hopped around on the landing; checking that no amount of friction would cause the twine to slip or
the knots to come undone. Happy that her legs were now inescapably tied, she returned to her starting point.


Next, Nicki took a pair of tights and rolled them up into a tight ball, which she then forced into her mouth until they filled the cavity beyond. She then began to seal the tights in by
covering her mouth with the thick, grey tape which, according to the packaging it came in, was waterproof and would stick to almost any surface with near permanence. Lifting her hair up, she began
to wind the tape around her lower face and neck. Several circumnavigations of her head later, she tore the tape from the reel and pressed the whole mass down to ensure it adhered to her skin,
taking extra care to make certain that there were no loose edges or corners that might be prone to peeling of their own accord. Looking in the mirror, Nicki observed a girl whose whole face from
just below the nose downwards was swathed in grey tape. She tried pushing with her tongue at the tights, but found that they could not be propelled forwards, as her lips were now well and
truly sealed. Experimental attempts to speak, or even scream, informed her that this was a very effective way of stifling sound.


The feel of the twine pressing into her legs, together with the strange sensation created by the clinging tape on her face, heightened Nicki’s resolve to complete her self-binding exercise as soon
as she could. Without a pause, she wrapped the first of the longer pieces of twine around her waist, also encompassing the post behind her. Pulling this bond as tight as she could get it, she tied
the final knot on her stomach. The final length of twine was used in similar manner, only higher up her torso. Starting below her breasts, she wound the cord around herself and the post three
or four times, before encircling a similar number of coils above her breasts. Once again, the final knot was secured at the front, which would be out of reach once she had her hands cuffed as she
planned. At this point, Nicki stopped momentarily to admire herself in the mirror. A tingling sensation rushed up her spine at the sight of her tethered legs and tape covered face; her shapely
figure trembling with the joy of it all. She was now almost at the final stage of her scheme.


Originally, she’d contemplated wearing a blindfold, but then a dilemma had presented itself. How would she be able to see herself in the mirror? On the other hand, her bondage wouldn’t seem
complete without some sort of sight restrictor in place. It was a
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