Bondage Orgasm Story
Years ago, I could never understand how anybody could enjoy being tied up. It makes absolutely no sense to a logical person. So when my boyfriend at the time wanted to tie me up, I resisted. He eventually wore me down and I let him tie me to the bed. I was tied in a conventional spread eagle fashion and he played with my body and teased me relentlessly. I had my first real orgasm that night. An orgasm while being totally restrained is like no other. I was hooked.
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Finally, my workday ended and I could go home. I had a light dinner and a glass of wine while I got ready. I decided I would wear something sexy, just for kicks. I put on my black silk stockings and my 5 inch heels. I put on a black teddy on top. I grabbed my nipple clamps, my ring gag, and a blindfold, and went to the basement. A blindfold is an absolute must for me whenever I practice self bondage. It heightens my other senses to a whole new level.
Suddenly, I felt a sharp pain on my nipple; then the other one. Those damn nipple clamps were put on me. So here I sit, on my Sybian, running nonstop at full speed, drool running down my face onto my teddy, nipples burning from the clamps, arms and legs tied, and I am stuck with no way to get loose. By then I was having an orgasm, forced I might add, every 15 minutes.
I then heard tape being pulled form a roll. I recognized that sound for sure, with all the tape bondage I had done. I then felt my elbows being taped together. I could smell the duct tape! Funny how your senses are more acute when you are blindfolded. Then the tape was wrapped around my head, securing the blindfold in place.
I was tied to the bed and fucked to 3 more orgasms before I felt the tape being removed from my elbows and wrists. Now I swear I smelled strawberries. Strawberries? I wonder why? My senses must be very acute after cumming, I thought.
By Wednesday, I decided I would duplicate my self bondage set-up from last Friday this weekend. The difference was this time I set up a camera with a motion detector focused on me, sitting on my friend. If my captor returned, I would be able to see who it was.
The following Friday I waited to see if my visitor would return. Half of me wanted him to come back, the other half just wanted to know who it was! On Friday evening I pulled out the Sybian and went for my ride on it, but this time I sat alone in the dark with no bondage and no blindfold. After a couple of hours and 3 or 4 orgasms, I heard the door opening. I jumped up and turned the lights on. It was Alicia! She was holding a strap-on and a bucket.
While people often use the terms "fetish" and "kink" interchangeably, a kink means an activity or behavior that someone enjoys that exists outside the "norm" of "traditional" sex, such as incorporating handcuffs or even balloons. Think of the differences this way: If someone's kink is bondage, they probably get incredibly excited when they're tied up. If someone has a bondage fetish, their entire sexuality may revolve around restraint. (There's also the category of turn-ons: things that simply arouse a person.)
The art of self bondage is to find a timer, which releases you after a certain amount of time. I use handcuffs with a key for this purpose. Before the bondage session the key gets frozen in an icecube and hung from the ceiling over the bed. The only way to get free is to wait until the ice cube melts and the key is dropped. Depending on the size of the icecube this varies in time. I used a real huge one, estimated bondage time 2 hours.
There I was, bound spreadeagled to the bed, impossible to move my legs or hip an inch. The icecube was already in place, staring down at me. To fulfill my fantasy, I prepared a mechanism to force myself into having orgasms. First I applied a certain amount of intensifying gel on my clit. This helped me having intense orgasms before. I activated my Lily, a quite effective vibrating device, and secured it under my slip. Since I wore a real tight one, the vibrator was held there securely and sent waves of pleasure though my body. The first orgasm would only be away a few minutes, that was for sure.
Quickly I secured my hands an the top of the bed with the handcuffs. That moment I realized how effective my bondage setup was. There was absolutly no way to escape, before the icecube melted fully. Excellent, I thought, while moaning in pleasure.
I pulled out a pile of various ropes from a cardboard box hidden in my closet. I kicked off my dirty sneakers and laid down on my bed telling him I should be spread eagle. Robby liked the idea but was inexperienced with ropework. I helped him out in the beginning by tying my own ankles to the opposite corners of the posts at the bottom of the bed, spreading out my legs. Then I expertly managed to tie rope ends to my wrists, leaving plenty of length for him to complete the task. I had some experience with self-bondage. Then I talked Robby through tying down the rest of my body. With my help, he tied one rope connected to my left wrist, pulled it around the nearest headboard post behind me, tightened it, and made several knots to keep it secure. Then he did the same with my right wrist with the opposite bedpost.
Robby began assaulting me. He put me through an intense tickle torture. He tickled my feet, my thighs, my stomach. I let out muffled cries of laughter biting down on my sock gag. I was yanking and jerking at the ropes, realizing I was genuinely and royally screwed. Unlike my past bondage tasks where I tied myself up, I was unable to get loose on my own. This, of course, turned me on even more.
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A few months ago I had a terrible experience in self-bondage, and am perhaps lucky to be alive. I was a novice at bondage, but had found some bondage stories and discovered that they excited me. Lacking a boy friend, I decided to try some serious self-bondage. I suppose I was part curious, part turned on. Actually I think I am a bit of a masochist and the thought of punishing myself also excited me.
Before I describe the bondage session and what went wrong, I should explain that I lived alone in a town house, so had plenty of opportunities for self-bondage. There were, and are, two bedrooms on the top floor, and I slept in a four-poster bed in the back room. The sound insulation was pretty good and I didn’t hear the neighbors on either side. I had tried a little self-bondage with rope, but it was a fantasy, I could always release myself at any time, either by undoing the knots or using a knife.
Not being sure what to do, I went on the Internet again (what a wonderful thing it is to be sure) and read some self-bondage stories on Gromets Plaza and on Utopiastories. One that really turned me on had a woman chained to her bed and tormented by a dildo that kept her on the edge of orgasm. She couldn’t escape and was found by her roommate who came back early. The roommate then made her a slave. I didn’t like the last part, but it wasn’t going to happen to me because I don’t have a roommate; I live alone as I think I’ve said. I decided to copy what the woman in the story had done.
I owned a dildo, but not a butt plug which was in the scenario so I ordered one of those in a medium size. The woman in the story was gagged, so I ordered a leather head harness with a ball gag. She was wearing a chastity belt to keep the plugs in her. I googled chastity belts. Metal ones were expensive and a hassle to order, but leather ones were cheap and adjustable so I ordered one of those.
When I unpacked the boxes I had ordered a week later, the smell of the leather and the feel of the things I had bought made me excited, but I decided not to try them on, I wanted to reserve them for the bondage session to maximize the thrill. I did however try on the handcuffs, and figured out how to unlock them.
The last box arrived on Wednesday. I was turned on and was tempted to do the bondage session that night, but since I had to go to work the next day decided to do the main session Friday night. But I thought I would do a short practice session, just to make sure everything worked the way it was supposed to.
Friday night came. It was time. Work that day was difficult. I couldn’t stop thinking about the bondage session I had planned for that evening. Someone had asked me to give them a ride home after work but I refused saying I had a hot date; I didn’t want to delay my bondage session.
At 8 o’clock I started. Not being great at planning things, I didn’t want to forget anything so had written down all the things I should do in order. The first thing was to undress. The second thing was to insert the butt plug. It was quite painful to get in, and I almost gave up, but once the widest part was inside me it felt strange but comfortable. I pushed my dildo in, it didn’t need lubricating, and then put on my new the leather chastity belt and buckled it tight. It felt sexy and I walked around savoring the novelty of it and the butt plug. I couldn’t resist pressing the front of my chastity belt and quickly realized I could reach orgasm. I was sorely tempted to go all the way but told myself not to, I wanted to save myself for bondage. 041b061a72