Introduction
Bondage holds a strange fascination for us all.
It implies helplessness, the feeling of restraint, the bite of ropes or the
tightness of leather cuffs.
And above all – being at the mercy of someone else.
Many of us want to experience this feeling, either as a Dom in control or as a sub
in bondage. But it is very hard to find a partner who can be relied upon not to abuse the
helplessness of the trusting partner.
Bondage lovers therefore frequently revert to self bondage. That way they can
experience at least some of the thrills of being bound. But the fact that they can end the
bondage session at will takes a lot of the thrill away.
Unless – and until - self bondage goes wrong!
Then the experience may either be frightening or downright humiliating.
Thus – many of us resort to the next best thing – the written word.
For those I have written a little collection of bandage stories in which I describe
the feelings of people in bondage. They are more or less evenly balanced between male and
female experiences. Some of them describe various forms of self bondage and others
describe unexpected bondage situations. I have touched on issues as cross dressing and SM
as well, although rather lightly.
There is some autobiographical content here and there (and it’s up to you, reader
to guess where…) but the stories are essentially complete fiction.
Enjoy them!
July 2011
Alcazar
The Silent Intruder
The afternoon sun sneaked through the almost closed window blinds into the quiet
sleeping room. The bed was wide and inviting, the satin sheets glistening in the soft
filtered light.
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.
He shuffled towards the bed and sat down. The feel of the satin sheets against his
naked and bound body aroused him and his erection became almost painful as it strained
against the steel ring encircling his genitals. He swung his feet onto the bed and,
bending over, hooked a chain to the ankle cuffs. Then he lay back on the cool sheet and
breathed deeply, trying to calm down. A black leather hood came next. He pulled it over
his head and fastened the chinstrap behind his neck. He breathed deeply once more and then
put a ball gag in his mouth.
He now was blindfolded and gagged and the set-up was nearly complete. Fumbling
behind him he found the other part of the chain. It went through the ring at the crown of
the hood and then through the back collar ring of the harness. He looped it back and
tightened the chain, hooking it onto itself way above his head. Then, after hesitating a
bit, he closed a handcuff around his left wrist, pulled the short chain through a strap of
the harness and closed the second cuff around his right wrist.
He was trapped.
The chain checked every move he made. Raising his head or feet was impossible. His
wrists were locked behind his back in steel handcuffs and leather straps bound his body.
Mechanics governed his only escape, a key hooked up to an alarm clock upon the dresser. As
soon as the hour hand reached 4 PM the key would slip off and swing on a string against
his hips. By turning on his side he would be able to grasp the key and unlock the cuffs.
But that would take at least another hour.
He lay back in his bonds, enjoying the feeling and wriggling a little bit. The
helplessness aroused him and his erection stood upright like a flagpole. He could try to
turn on his belly. Then he would be able to press his cock against the bed and soon would
have a relieving orgasm. But he decided to wait and enjoy the bondage feeling.
His mind drifted back to some months ago when he and his wife had had one of their
rare talks about their sexlife. Their 14-year marriage had been a good but dull one and
lately she had not been too keen on having sex at all. When they went to bed during the
week she just turned over and fell asleep. And on the rare Sunday mornings, when they did
make love, it was always in the same boring position.
He had felt something was lacking and that they needed something to spice it up.
But what?
A few days later purely by accident he had parked downtown in front of a sex-shop.
The collection of bondage paraphernalia in the shop-window caught his eye and he had been
unable to walk away. Instead, he went inside. He discovered that there were small video
cubicles where you could choose a sampler of a longer movie available on DVD or for VCR.
Almost in a trance he punched the combination for a BDSM selection.
When he came out of the cubicle he went through the shop and bought a lot of stuff.
Body harness, cuffs, hood, gag, garter belt and stockings. And of course the DVD.
Then he went home.
It had been a disaster.
His wife took just one horrified look at the bondage gear, and when he showed her
the cover of the DVD she had left the living room shouting that he was a pervert and she
wanted none of this. Disillusioned he had dumped it all in a big cardboard box, which he
put out of sight on a high shelf in the garage. For the next few days the relation between
him and his wife was somewhat strained, but it soon turned normal again.
But the thought of these exciting toys was always in his mind. And one day, when
his wife was working late, he took the box to the sleeping room and experimented with
self-bondage.
The feeling of being bound and helpless really excited him. The restraints were
magnifying his senses and he got the biggest erection since a long time. He experienced a
heavy orgasm and lay spent in his bonds.
He was hooked.
Thereafter, whenever his wife was away and would not return soon, he bound and
gagged himself and enjoyed the incredible helplessness…
He turned his head and the chain jingled a little bit.
He always lost track of time when he was bound and in the hood. How late would it
be? Did he hear the faint scraping noise that preceded the release of the key?
No, it was something else.
THE DOOR SLOWLY OPENED!
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