Taming the beast [f] [Self-Bondage] [Intense] [SPOILER: Gone wrong]

I went to the bathroom to brush my teeth, smirking as I saw the note I’d posted on the wall opposite to the entrance.

“All tied up in the livingroom. Come play with me <3”

I’ve been doing this for about last week now, leavingthe front door unlocked, locking all m valuables in a safe, then sleeping on the couch in my livingroom, all tied up and helpless. Still, the excitement that someone may come in is just as exhilarating as the last time. I found myself fantasising about it while I was brushing my teeth. Who might found me, what they might do to me, what they might make me do…

My brain of thought derailed as I poked the back of my that with the toothbrush, causing me to gag. It yanked me out of my fantasies, asunder sighed. Don’t judge me, it’s not like I actually would’ve wanted any of that to happen. That’s a very dangerous situation for me, despite my menacing physique. When you’re tied on your hands and knees, it basically doesn’t matter how strong you are. I rinsed the toothbrush, and headed into the livingroom, where my “bed” was waiting.

The Hookup (f) (Self Bondage) (Impending Danger)

Recently, I’ve been feeling… let’s say “Adventurous”. Now, judge me however you want when reading the following story, but every night before going to sleep, I’ve left my front door unlocked, as well as a note on the far end wall saying “Come play with my helpless body <3”.

Then I’ve proceeded to go to bed fully Naked, hands cuffed behind my back and ankles cuffed together, while lying on top of my duvet, as well as my bedroom door wide open. At first, sleeping like this was hard because of the rush of being helplessly bound and exposed, as well as the thrill of someone possibly finding me like this, and the fact that if such a thing was to happen, there’s no way in hell I’d be able to get to the key in my livingroom before I was found.

But after a while, it became easier and easier to sleep like this. Honestly, I never really expected, or hoped, that anyone would try and sneak in to find me like this. I mean, who would? Although, because of the impending danger, as well as my… less than able bodied position, my dreams have adopted my situation to play out any possible situation it can imagine, and call me crazy, but I want that.

Freedom from Freedom (Femdom)

As my friend’s birthday was coming up, I was all but pacing around my room trying to come up with the perfect present. She was an erotic writer, and an obvious fan of BDSM, so I was thinking about buying her something like a toy or maybe even a pair of handcuffs? No. That won’t do. Whatever I could think to buy her, she probably already have. Whether it’s chains or toys or handcuffs. And it’s not like I could send a picture of something and ask if she already has it. No, this close to her birthday, she’ll immediately catch on and the whole surprise will be spoiled. But what CAN I do?? I want to get her something meaningful to show her how much I appreciate her. The perfect gift for the perfect human. I suddenly froze. The perfect gift… but that’s easy. I already have a perfect gift to give her. Something she’s always talked about, and I don’t even need to spend a cent. All it takes… is… courage. I know what I have to do. The problem is… I’m not sure I have the balls to do it. In theory it seems simple enough: Go to her house, and just give it to her. But it’s a big gift to give from someone like me. And I’m not even sure how she’ll take it. What if she doesn’t like it? What if it’s too much?? What if… what if she resents me for it? No. No, that’s stupid. She wouldn’t resent me for something like that. She might not accept the gift, but she’d see the intention, and the appreciation I meant to show. And if she does accept it… who knows? Maybe it’ll be fun…

Happy Birthday [f] [Self Bondage] [Rape Fantasy] [SPOILER: Gone Wrong]

Before I entered the room, I made sure to leave a note taped to the door.

“Happy 18th Birthday, Nathan. I’m sorry I couldn’t be there to celebrate yesterday, but I hope this present I left in your room makes up for it. You can do whatever you want with it for as long as you want.
-Sincerely with Love, Your big Sister Karen”

Tame the Beast – Pilot [Introduction]

tamethebeastchallenge.sex. The wild west of the online BDSM community, and terrifyingly popular, should you post a challenge there. Basically, when you post a challenge, you include a video of your face, where you tell a short summary of yourself, and the most specific location of your place of residence that you’re comfortable with. Once you do, anyone who wants you can come and try to take you in any way they want until the post is taken down, either by yourself manually or by the website after a certain amount of time you set yourself. I’ve seen posts from people who go as far as to include their home address, bold idiots. It’s a good thing you’re not allowed to post someone else’s address, and the website has the most thorough moderation I’ve seen on any other website. But there’s still a great risk to posting as this website allows all kinds of people to just come in, make an account and find a target. And here I am making myself one of those targets. I I’ve been replaying the ripe and ready-for-posting video to myself so much that, at this point, I know it by heart.

The Teacher’s New Groove [Bondage] [M/f] [Tickling] [Sex] [SPOILER:Voyeurism]

As I entered the empty classroom I found our teacher, Mr. Wilson, sitting at his desk. The reserved giant looked at me with a face of utmost seriousness, and I felt myself begin to worry as I sat down across from him.

Mr. Wilson: “This is bad Diana. You keep coming in late to my classes and when you’re there you’re too caught up in your own world to do any work. I don’t have any choice but to fail you”

Me: “Please don’t, my parents will kill me. I can do better, please give me a chance”

My pleading fell on deaf ears as the rugged mountain sat back in his chair. Is there no wonder why I’m so distracted, with such a pinnacle of a man stationed smack infront of everyone? Bo matter how hard I focus on my work, I can’t help it. My fantasies of having him just… throw me down and ravage my barely legal figure, like I’m noting but an object of his satisfaction. My clothes getting torn off of my young petite body, hot, ripe and longing desperately for the touch of his strong hands, already I grow hot just looking at this man, this beast. What I wouldn’t give to have him give me his all in a bed strong enough to carry it, assuming such a bed even exists. It hadn’t dawned on me how lost into my lustful train of thought I was until he snapped his fingers, jolting me out of my fantasies

Happy Birthday Part 2 (Part 1 In The Comments) [M/f] [BDSM] [Non-Consent] [Wartenberg Pinwheel] [No Sex(Yet)]

He took off my blindfold, and delighted in the fear within them.

N: “I gotta admit, K: you really caught me off-guard”

He felt up my smooth, strong thigh.

N: “I like your style, though. Thank you for the present”

He got on his knees by the foot of the bed, pulled out a large box, placed it on the bed and opened it, I couldn’t see what was inside. He picked out a tiny black box with gold coloured stripes, a Wartenberg Pinwheel, and at least a couple dozens of Clothespins.

He went behind me and put a strong grip on my throat with one hand as he felt me up with the other, and pushed his bulge up aginst my butt, very clearly stating his intentions.

N: “You probably already know this, but I’ve always been attracted to you. I never thought you’d feel the same, though”

The way he half-whispered into my ear sent chills running down my spine. What’s worse is he believes I meant for this to happen.

N: “But now we can have some fun”

Happy Birthday Part 1 [f] [Self-Bondage] [Sensory Deprivation]

Before I entered the room, I made sure to leave a note taped to the door.

“Happy 18th Birthday, Nathan. I’m sorry I couldn’t be there to celebrate yesterday, but I hope this present I left in your room makes up for it. You can do whatever you want with it for as long as you want.
-Sincerely with Love, Your big Sister Karen”