Self Bondage Fiction
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Self Bondage Fiction
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Sunny was born into a wealthy family, she could do whatever she wants and her parents were too busy in their business than bothering her on what she. She used to having selfbondage in her house to spice up her life but she was unsatisfied with it and decided to add some thrill in her life before graduating by performing a selfbondage in school, risking herself of being caught red handed by other. She spent some time to observe and found that the female locker room will be empty on the Friday night and the guard will never bother to check on the room. So she decided to have a some private little games in the locker on the coming Friday where her parents will be on a business trip for a week and will not have anytime to bother her. She pulled out her recent bought armbinder leotard which was tailored one size smaller than her size. The suit was made of some material similar to lycra but was tougher but not so stretchable and she has struggle to put on the suit. An instead of lace for the attached armbinder that barely fits both her arms has a heavy duty zipper all the way up to the collar and it was pry resistance which meaning once it was zipped up, her hands would be useless with her elbows touching and both palms flatten and clammed together by the mitten, leaving not even a single gap for her to wiggle her fingers or arm. No way she could escape until the zip on the back was lowered down. The suit itself was not meant for selfbondage but with a zipperbot attached on the zipper, she can trapped herself in the devious suit perfectly without any effort needed. She have tested out once and the result was fantastic. On the Friday Sunny only had some light meal on the morning and only minimal water was taken. She was exited on her plan and could not stay calm. After class dismiss, she empty her bladder and hid inside the locker room, waited to school be empty. After few hour, she could not hear any crowd anymore and she knew she could start her plan now. She went for her locker to and starts removing all her uniform. The clothes followed with her bra and panties were nicely folded and placed on the upper compartment along with her bag. She was nerves and embarrassed with her current state and swiftly put on the leotard. It was a struggle but she was happy once the smooth material nicely clad over her slander torso. Leaving the armbinder dangling free and she place a pair of leather cuffs over her ankles and lock it with small lock. A belt was went through the D-ring on the armbinder tips with both end clipped on the D-rings on the cuff, preventing her from straightens her legs. A harness ballgag was tightly buckled all over her head and completed by locking all the buckles with a lock. She tested her gag and found that she could not make out any meaningful soft moaning. A vibrating toy was placed on her private and was set to random setting. the vibrator was the most powerful toy she could get and yet it could it could last for two day when the toy was fully charged. Now she was left with her arm to be restraint. She place the zipperbot's remote control along with the locker's lock and keys on the floor beside her and start to fit her arm into armbinder and forcing both her hands into the tight pouch at the end of armbinder. Then she push the button with her finger trapped inside the armbinder and once the remote button pushed, the zipperbot works itself all the way up slowly with a small zipping sound heard and she knew the whole process take about 10 minutes for it to finish zipping up the suit and the process cannot be stop by any mean. Sunny always enjoy this moment where the zipperbot was like her captor, teasing her by slowly but firmly taking her freedom away. The zipping process was slow but Sunny could felt that the room for her arm was getting less. Once it went over her elbows, the tightness of the armbinder forced her elbows touched and no way she could separate them or slipping her hands out of armbinder anymore. But before the zipperbot finish it's job, Sunny heard a creaking sound and she was terrified. She knew that someone had opened the locker room's door and she was panic. She tried to command the zipperbot to unzip the suit but the zipperbot was not responding to the command before the zipping process complete. She try to grab the remote but she couldn't grab anything with her trapped hands. Sunny heard a female was humming music and she was approaching her. She was running out of time and has to hide before she was caught red handed but with the belt attached to her armbinder and ankle cuffs there is no way she could run away...
During the photography session, the girl found something strange with the golden cuffs on the bunny paws. One of the cuffs was having a tiny hole while the other was having a tiny stud protrude where it seems to be able to fit into the hole.
‘What are these? Does it have any use?’ the girl shows the photographer what she found.
“Oh, it can be used like this.” the photographer went to her back and grabbed both her arms. Then he guides her arm gently but strictly and folding her arms into a reverse prayer pose. “You are pretty flexible and how long can you hold in this pose?”
‘I do yoga a lot, it jus
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Having been sedated only minutes before, she could hardly remember why she was here. She could remember parts of what happened, but not too much. She had been with Elena, in her own personal cell behind her mistress’s office. The police had busted in, waving their guns around. Then they took her. That was all sh
What should she do before being discovered? My first try on literature submit. Hope you all like it. The armbinder leotard was refer to an art from [PIXIV] . [Art]
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Before I get into this bondage story illustration business, allow me to give you some background information about myself. Back in the days before I got into creating and producing bondage photography art, I found my release in penning erotic bondage stories. Made quite a name for myself on IRC as a bondage story telling scribe in the imaginary world of on-line Gor. Kajira flocked to my cyber room which pissed off more than a few "Masters", especially those of the warrior class. Much to my delight I must add. Pushed my belly away from the keyboard, got off my pretentious ass, (still pretentious but as least I'm not sitting on it any more) turned in my pyjamas for street clothes and put that chapter of my life far, far behind me. My on-line nick was and still is Masato which is what the M in Uncle M stands for. I might add that I was famous for never quite completing a story which was done on purpose to create some suspense and give my work a sort of cliff hanger twist. "The Long Lesson" www.boundstories.net/storieslr… part one www.boundstories.net/storieslr… part two is no exception. Now...onto the illustration part of this journal. I crossed paths with a like minded bondage artist here on dA who creates some pretty cool bondage drawings. He takes the time to dream up a little story for each drawing which adds a lot of life to the drawings. In our exchanges this artist made it known to me that he has a bit of a fetish for a certain type of footwear on a model and that bondage photos of this nature were a rare find indeed. Simple, inexpensive, attractive, easy to find and totally in keeping with my style of photography bondage. What the hell...lets make this guy happy I thought so I have set things up for our very next shoot. Fair is fair, I'm dealing with a gentleman of honour and I asked that he do an illustration from one of my stories and suggested The Long Lesson. I'll be damned...he was not only well aware of the story but had it committed to memory. Stunned the hell out of him too when he realized that I am the author. This artist friend of mine is 3may5sq1 3may5sq1.deviantart.com/ … his first illustration fav.me/d52bwm6 for the story is complete. Please read my comment on this piece. 3may5sq1 has put a lot of work and effort into getting the drawings as true to life as possible. Not a bad likeness of my wife at all. Drop by and have a look...put this guy on your watch list if you already have not. you are not going to want to miss his instalments. Oh....go and read the story. Cheers!
Good question. Unfortunately I am still not out of the woods yet with this cancer thing. I'm loath to make my personal health woes public but I let that pussy cat out of the bag awhile ago. Good news is the radiation therapy got the vast majority of a mass the size of a mans forefinger. Shows my body responds positively to treatment. Bad news is there was a bit of a tumour left over and they found more cancer. This is cancer the "magical" scanning machine apparently missed or the people reading the original scan were not paying enough attention to detail. I'm going with the latter. Not to worry, this all has been caught early enough t
Enough of this cancer talk....let's get onto something a lot more positive and fun shall we. Over the years I have gotten to know quite a few of you though our connection here on dA. A lot of good natured and fun bantering but honest and sincere at the same time. The chances of me ever meeting up with most or any of the lovelies for some bondage fun is remote at best. I get that. However, that doesn't stop me from making a bucket list does it? I'm going to share, one bucket item (NO, I don't consider anybody an "item" but this is the best descriptive word that I can come up with at the moment) my little fantasy "bondage play" scene with
Way past time for a bit of an update on myself. On a positive note, I'm not only still very much alive and kicking but on the mend albeit slowly. I successful completed my 6 weeks of treatment which was 6 weeks ago now. The thing with radiation therapy is it's accumulative and the body is still radiating itself 6 weeks after the last radiation treatment. Think of being under a heat lamp for a period of time then shutting off the lamp. What ever is under that lamp keeps on cooking. My type of cancer was painless so I was bloody lucky to have noticed something was amiss early and acted on it. My troubles or issues is dealing with all the
It's certainly been awhile since I have posted anything of significance here on dA and not without reason. I'm loath to post bad or negative news especially when the news is of a personal nature. Double if the news concerns a serious health issue. After much thought I am going to make an exception for my dA followers only. Late January I was diagnosed with cancer of an unknown origin. Picture a fire with an unknown source. Fire fighters can control the fire and eventually put it out but dammit where did it start and what caused it? Kind of important information to have if you want to ensure the fire doesn't flare up again somewhere els
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I didn't know you were into Gor. Maybe you need some kajirae photoshoots!
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Let me start of the story by explaining my self. My name is Michael and I live in my own apartment in New York, but at the time of this story I lived in a wealthy suburb of Chicago. When I say wealthy, I mean everyone has a bug, expensive house, a nice car, and lots of toys to go along with it. This story takes place when I was in middle school. I was part of a friend group with lots of people. My good friend Shawn's parents were always out of town on business. Shawn is the youngest of 5 children in his family. His older sibling would stay home and watch him and make sure he didn't get into too much trouble. One day Sean and I were hanging out at my one friends house playing video games like we usually did. The friends house we were at had some crazy parents though. They were always fighting. We could here them arguing from across the house. It was so irritating so we decided to leave with all of our friends. Once we left we began to discuss what we would do now. Shawn said that no one was at his house but he wasn't allowed to go their with out his older sister their, who had stuff planned all day. We decided that we would go their and chill and leave right before his sister got home. We arrived at his house and immediately went into his basement where his flat screen tv and video game console were set up. Their was 5 of us down their just playing video games for a little while. Eventually, I had to go to the bathroom. Shawn told me to go use the bathroom in his room in case I made a mess or something like that. Like I was explaining earlier, the houses in our area were not small. I had to walk across his massive house. And as I was nearing his room I heard music and it kind of freaked me out a little bit because no one was supposed to be their. I hesitated for a second and the continued on slowly to see where this music was coming from. I finally reached the room where the source of the music was. The door was wide open. I slowly peaked into the room and saw his sister on the bed. Now before I continue, let me just explain to you Shawn's sister. Her name was Emma and she had recently graduated high school and was going to college in a few months. She was a varsity athlete on the girls Volley ball team. Shes about 5'6 and skinny but now too skinny. I've talked to Emma before, she has a nice and easy going personality. I don't want to get too much into physical detail but she has a somewhat fat ass and nice pair of boobs. She has brown eyes and brown hair. Anyways, as I turned corner into her room, all i saw was her bare belly. She was only in her underwear. At first I was a little startled. But I quietly made my way in. As I walked around the bed she was on, I analyzed her bondage. She had one of those mask ball gag things on so she couldn't see anything. Also the ball gag in her mouth was massive. She probably couldn't even make any noise is she wanted too in that thing. She had belts tightly rapped around her thighs down to her lower legs and had a pair of cuffs on her ankles. Another pair of handcuffs connected her elbows, and another pair on her wrists. She then finished off the hogtie with a final pair of handcuffs. In addition to all of that, Emma had also connected a chain and connected it to the back of her bondage mask and her ankles cuffs and tightened it so her head was stuck looking up. As I slowly crept around the bed, I spotted the key that Emma planted in order to make her escape. And like the bastard I am, I snatched the key. This turned me on so much. I'm sure you can imagine how I felt. Me, a sixth grader in middle school, had a senior in high school, varsity Volly ball player tied up in her underwear completely at my mercy. The only possible way for her to get freedom was if I decided that she could have the key. But until then, I owned her. I eventually made my way back downstairs, with the key still with me off course. I played a few rounds of the game we were playing, although I was thinking more about my bound slave rather than the game. I kept thinking about how I should probably go give the key back but i was too turned on to do that. After about 3 hours of playing video games straight i went back up stairs to my captive. When I got up their, I found Emma wiggling around ferociously, looking for the key. Her wiggling around was definitely the hottest thing. She was wiggling so much but barely moving at allI didn't know how long she had been trying to escape either. For all I know, she could have been trying since i took the key and left. I analyzed her body a little bit longer before putting the key back in a place that she would eventually find it. I walked down stairs and we left. Shawn was hurrying us out because he didn't want us to be their when his sister got home. Every time I think back to that it turns me on. I had poor Emma bound for so long.
The summer was coming to an end. Their was about a month left of school. I soon would begin my 8th grade year. It was sort of depressing as I knew I wouldn't have the same freedom I had in the summer. At this point in my, life I lived in a wealthy suburb of Chicago. My parents were very rich and had a big house.
My parents would soon be leaving on their end of the summer vacation to Las Vegas for two weeks. This unfortunately meant that for all this time, I would have a babysitter. It wasn't all that bad though. My babysitter, Rachel, was very good at entertaining me. She would babysit me every day that both my parents worked and would leave
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