Self Bondage Experience: A Dark and Stormy Night [F][Self-Bondage][Outdoors][Predicament][Exhibitionism][Masturbation]

[CW: Self-Bondage, Outdoors, Masturbation, Predicament, Exhibitionism, Dirt, Mud, Fear, Peril]

I was recently asked about interesting experiences I had with self-bondage, while I was talking about it a lot of memories came flooding back and thinking about them had me quite excited. So, I decided alongside my fantasies it would be fun to write these stories up for people to read. Well fun and just a little humiliating having everyone know what a naughty girl I was back then. Please keep in mind though that these are old memories, and I will be telling them with a little artistic licence. These are not guides, they are stories, and you should not try recreating any part of them.

It’s hard to pick one to start with but one of my more interesting experiences was pretty early when I was just getting into bondage and exploring so it seems a good place to start. I was around 18 or 19 at the time and still living with my parents, so not having my own space during the night I would sneak down to the bottom of the garden and play in the old shed. It was old but solid and most importantly big enough to have the space to play. It was rarely used outside of storing gardening tools.

Fantasy Idea: Barely Covering Yoga [F] [Exhibitionism] [Maturbation]

[CW: Masturbation, Exhibitionism, Drugs]

Sometimes I hate how easy I am to be talked into things. All I had to do was say no but Laura knew me well enough to know I’d fall for her personal trainer speech about how it would do me good and get me out of my comfort zone, well that and the way she would stand over me with the presence and body language of a Dominatrix she knew how to turn me into putty in her hands. But what’s done is done and now I’m stuck covering her yoga class for the next few weeks.

I’d lead some smaller groups in the past, but Laura’s group was at the public gym on the rough side of town. I’d been down to pick her up a couple of times and most of her “class” were just guys taking a break from the weights to perv on her and make gross comments to each other while she was doing her stretches. I started to wonder what they would say about me. A sudden rush of awkward feelings began to spike my stress even higher, my first class was in a few hours.