At night, in the twilight between
awareness and sleep, I sometimes experience my most erotic
Story by Mark, modeling
by Darren and Michelle
23 Jul, 2001
you ever experienced an erotic bondage fantasy that
seemed to take on a life of it's own? The more you
thought about it, the more exciting
detailed it became?
I sometimes experience my most
exciting bondage fantasies at night, when I'm just
about to fall asleep. I'm in the twilight zone,
half awake and half asleep, partly dreaming and
When I'm in that state, I sometimes
jump out of bed abruptly with a burning desire
to experience some elaborate and kinky bondage
scenario. To quench my thirst for immediate sexual
bondage, I sometimes handcuff my wrists behind
my back and try to go back to sleep. But that only
lasts a few minutes before I come to my senses
and realize it's 2am and I should stop this erotic
nonsense and go back to sleep. Damn! If I didn't
have to go to work the next day I would stay up
all night playing with bondage.
you ever tried to sleep in handcuffs, a hood, or other
bondage gear? Let me tell you - you don't get
much sleep. You will find yourself so excited that
the most you can do is to lie there and enjoy your
erotic feelings and fantasies. You might drift into
a light sleep, but in the morning you'll realize that
you didn't get enough sleep at all. It's my opinion
that sleeping in bondage isn't all it's cracked up
to be, although it's a great fantasy!
my imagination seems to turn into a playground of
favorite bondage scenarios. In my mind's eye I can
be tying up a woman, and the next moment I'm helplessly
bound in shackles and chains, in a jail cell. My
fantasies are always about the most serious of bondage
situations - far, far away from romantic candlelight,
silk scarves, soft ropes and satin bed sheets...
that I'm restrained in a bizarre and
inescapable bondage chair. I'm the subject
of a strange sensory
performed in a secret laboratory.
The chair is inside
of a small isolation cell. I am surrounded
by cement walls and a heavy metal door.
There is no escape.
am frightened and so helpless that I start
to cry. The heavy straps of the chair hold
me firmly, they are uncaring of my sad emotions.
My body is covered in skintight rubber,
heavy gloves, hood and blindfold. There is
a strange rubber gag filling my mouth. I
will stay restrained like this for the duration
of the experiment.
few hours a scientist enters the cell to
check on my progress. The scientist is female;
I sense her sexuality even though I'm blindfolded
and my ears are plugged.
She feels my pulse, then
gently touches my gloved hand as if she feels
pity for me. I turn my head back and forth
aimlessly. I try to clutch her fingers in
my palm but she jerks her hand away quickly,
as if I were some strange creature. I long
for her caring and touch.
is stillness. I sense she is staring at me.
I whimper, but with no result. More stillness.
Then I begin to feel the weight of her body
as she slides up and into my lap.
I am overcome with emotion.
I want to to hold her tightly. I tug helplessly
against the straps that pin my wrists. I
lean my head forward hoping to touch her,
but to my horror she starts to inflate my
clutches my chin as if I were a small child,
while she continues to inflate my gag. I
feel totally helpless, my life is completely
under her control.
I sense her sadistic mood.
She strokes the side of my hooded face, I
can sense her soft and caring touch. She
moves her thigh up on my rubber covered leg,
I can tell she is aroused and enjoys her
control over me.
stillness. Then she gently slips off my lap,
and I feel an overpowering sense of loss
Moments later I feel my
head being forced back against the chair.
I sense more sadistic amusement and pleasure.
She is communicating to me with her actions,
and somehow I feel our emotions are connected
- she gives and I receive.
After a short flurry
of activity I can no longer move my head.
Something across my forehead feels tight
and secure. Again, more silence...
backs away and leaves the cell, closing the
heavy steel door behind her. I am alone again,
and more lonely and frightened than before.
When will this bizarre
laboratory experiment end? Probably in the
morning, when I wake up from this delicious