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T. S. Fesseln is an American writer of Bondage & Self Bondage fiction.
I am an avid bondage lover and writer, so blending the two is a act of pleasure. I live and work in the beautiful (and kinky) state of Colorado. |
| Fesseln
now has a weblog at Fesseln's Fiction |
| Bondage Stories |
| On French Soil
1. Unto The Breach
M/f; bond; kidnap; nc/reluct; X
2. With Hard-favor'd Rage
M/f; bond; kidnap; reluct/cons; X
3. Of Hot and Forcing Violation
M/f; bond; kidnap; reluct; X
4. Laid In Bed Majestical
M/f; bond; kidnap; reluct; X
5. Of The Heat Of The Ginger
M/f; F/f; bond; reluct; X
6. Perfection Of A Good And Particular Mistress
M/ff; bond; cons; X
7. A Slave No Gentler
M/ff; bond; cons; X
8. Silken Dalliance in the Wardrobe Lies
M/f; bond; cons; X
9. Unto the weary and all-watched night
MM/f; bond; fantasy; cons/nc; X
10. A peaceful and sweet retire
M/f; bond; fantasy; cons/nc; X
11. To Know What Willing Ransom
M/f; bond; fantasy; cons/nc; X
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He
carted her over his shoulder and brought her in to lay her amongst his
baggage. Grabbing her ankles, he bent them to meet her wrists and
knotted them there in a hog-tie. He then rolled her over onto her back
so he could drink in her body again. She squirmed and struggled, her breasts
jiggling with the effort.
Sir
Edward de Valence leaned over Catherine and began to unbind her ankles
from the foot of the bed. Her slim legs were weak from the passionate
eruptions from not a few moments ago. There was a tenderness in his
touch and Catherine could see a gentleness in his hazel eyes as well.
Her ankles did not keep unfettered long, however, for he tied them together
again at her ankles. Edward then untied her wrists from the bed posts.
He held onto both of them and eased Catherine over onto her front, pinning
her wrists in back of her. Catherine did not protest, rather she just let
Edward retie her wrists together. She did not understand why she
did not try to free herself from this English but it seemed her body spoke
for her now. As Edward sat her up next to Margaret, Catherine felt
now oddly safe. Edward was not here to harm her and he had shown
her joys that she could not even have imagined but a fortnight ago. |
Sacrifice
The Departure
1: Dawning
2: The Horn
3: Under A Pale Eye
MF/f; bond; gag; collar; outdoors; ritual; fantasy; hist; cons/reluct; X |
The
young woman could not sleep. She sat at the open window looking out
at the baker’s shop, watching Bolle’s shadows behind the window as he prepared
the oven’s fire for another day’s work. A few wisps of smoke had
already curled up into the early morning sky. Naryla feasted on these
images, as if seeing them for the first time. She had sat in this window
many a time before during her seventeen years, watching the village slowly
awaken from its slumber. As a little girl, she remembered hearing
her parents stirring, getting the Pied Stallion ready for another day. Her mother would prepare the meat pies and the fruit tarts for Bolle to
bake in his oven. Father would be cleaning the inn’s tables from
the night before as her younger brother collected the wood for the evening’s
fire in the grand stone fireplace that stood in the center of the room.
It was sad to think she would never see these things again. |
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The Summer Project
Part 1
M/f; bond; kidnap; nc; X
Parts 2 & 3
M/f; bond; kidnap; toys; nc; X
Parts 4 & 5
M/f; bond; kidnap; toys; nc; X
Part 6
M/f; D/s; bond; kidnap; toys; nc; X
Part 7
M/f; D/s; bond; kidnap; toys; nc; X
Part 8
M/f; D/s; bond; kidnap; toys; reluct; X
Part 9
M/f; D/s; bond; kidnap; toys; reluct; X
Part 10
M/f; D/s; bond; kidnap; toys; reluct; X
Part 11
M/f; D/s; bond; Sbf; toys; reluct/cons; X
Part 12
M/f; D/s; bond; captive; oral; bdsm; nc/reluct; X
Part 13
M/f; D/s; bond; captive; oral; bdsm; nc/reluct; X
Part 14
M/f; D/s; bond; captive; solo-f; mast; nc/cons; X
Part 15
M/ff; Sbf; F/f; D/s; bond; corset; oral; sex; nc/cons; X
Part 16
M/ff; D/s; bond; corset; oral; mast; toys; nc/cons; X
Part 17
M/ff; D/s; bond; latex; bdsm; oral; mast; toys; nc/cons; X
Part 18
M/ff; D/s; bond; latex; bdsm; hogtie; oral; toys; reluct/cons; X
Part 19
M/ff; D/s; bond; bdsm; hogtie; mast; nipple; mc; toys; reluct; X
Part 20
M/ff; M/ff; D/s; bond; bdsm; nipple; mc; mast; toys; reluct; X
Part 21
M/ff; D/s; bond; bdsm; tease; sex; toys; reluct/cons; X
Part 22
M/f; D/s; bond; bdsm; tease; susp; electro; vacuum; toys; mast; reluct/nc; XX |
Stephanie
was one of those girls that made you think of Southern California.
Long, blonde hair, bedroom blue eyes, lean and tan with ample breasts and
an inviting smile. She was definitely popular around school and guys
seemed to undress her with their eyes everywhere she went. She actually
liked their stares. It was a compliment to her hours of exercise
and sun worshiping.
Stephanie tried to struggle, but the was only so
much a naked girl could do. She tried to remember the things that
her gym couch taught about self-defense, but here, now, the blond was in
a panic. She was being forced against the counter as the intruder
wound some rope around her elbows, cinching them together cruelly. The
blindfold came next. Stephanie tried to shake her head, but Jeff
managed to get it into position and buckled it tight. Jeff then spun
her around put her squirming form over his shoulder and after grabbing
the rest of his supplies, started to carry her into his parents' bedroom.
Jeff threw her onto the bed and again, pinning her on her stomach, he wrestled
Stephanie's long legs together and wrapped them in a coil of rope, binding
them together.
Jeff stepped back to look over his prize. In
his capturing of his stepsister, he hadn't had the chance to admire her
in all her helpless nakedness. Stephanie still continued to buck
and struggle against her bindings as she lay on their parent's bed.
Her long, blonde hair was a tangle of wet strands partially obscuring her
gagged and blindfolded face. She was tall and slender and well tanned everywhere,
thanks to that swimsuit made out of that special material. Her breasts
were nice and large, with large nipples almost the same tanned color of
her skin and now stiffened and erect, begging for attention. Stephanie
was not a natural blonde, and her snatch was covered with a thick, downy
coat of mousy brown curls. Jeff got glimpses of it as his stepsister
struggled. Stephanie was an erotic masterpiece waiting to be played. |
Wrath - Part 1
M/f; bond; toys; kidnap; nc; X
Wrath - Part 2
M/ff; bond; toys; kidnap; nc; X
Wrath - Part 3
M/ff; bond; toys; kidnap; nc; X
Wrath 4
M/ff; bond; bdsm; nipple; toys; kidnap; nc; X |
"Is
your friend coming over?" asked a gravely male voice as he hung up the
receiver. Cindy nodded. It was all that she could do. The masked
stranger had replaced her ball gag and made sure it was strapped tightly
and locked in place. Her blonde curls were all in disarray as she
looked up at him with her reddened blue eyes. To the intruder, Cindy was
a vision of loveliness. He had bound and cut off her silk teddy,
baring her nearly perfect body. Except for the phone call he had
made her do, she had been gagged the entire time; whimpering and mewling. |
Away in the Manger
M/f; D/s; bond; gag; cuffs; packaged; trunk; cons; X |
Gina
once again struggled against the leather handcuffs and ankle cuffs holding
her in a tight hog-tie; grunting into her ballgag. There was still that
warm, after-orgasm feeling glowing within her like embers underneath the
fire grate. Her husband, Stephen, had made sure after they had made love
that she wouldn't go anywhere. He had a surprise for her, something she
deserved. |
The Bounding Main
M/f; bond; gag; rope; transport; toys; cons; X |
Stephen & Gina decide to spend some time at Lake Mead on their 25 foot Catalina sailboat on Lake Mead, but after getting everything ready and packed, Stephen had just one more item to pack and stow away... |
A Friend In Need
F/f; bondage; cons; X |
"Well,
I guess I the best way to do this is to come right out with it. Steve
and I were wondering whether or not you would consider playing with us."
"Playing?" Kim
said after a pause, "Define 'Playing'. Do you mean doing a Menage e' tois?"
"In a matter
of speaking, yes," Lori said, looking into Kim's face and trying to read
her reaction, "Actually, it doesn't have to include sex if you don't want
it to. It is a little more different than that."
"What do you
mean different, Lori?" the blonde girl asked cautiously.
"Well, Steve
and I are into some unconventional things. Have you ever heard of
bondage?" |
A Friend in Deed
M/ff; bond; Sbf; toys; cons; X |
Kim didn't know how long she lay there hogtied
and naked on her friend's wooden floor. She could hear Lori's grandfather
clock silently ticking away in the hallway but she couldn't see it no matter how
much she struggled. Kim tried not to struggle too much though, since she
was now exhausted from not one but two orgasms that she had while she laid
there. The warm, lusty afterglow still filled her and she was afraid that any
more friction between her legs would start something she would be too worn out
to finish...
Kim didn't know how long she lay there hogtied
and naked on her friend's wooden floor. She could hear Lori's grandfather
clock silently ticking away in the hallway but she couldn't see it no matter how
much she struggled. Kim tried not to struggle too much though, since she
was now exhausted from not one but two orgasms that she had while she laid
there. The warm, lusty afterglow still filled her and she was afraid that any
more friction between her legs would start something she would be too worn out
to finish.
The blonde could see herself in the reflection off of the
glass cabinet doors and she could hardly believe it was herself. Her pale
skin was flushed from her exertions and her long blonde hair was in tangles.
But it was what she saw in her dark-blue eyes that told her that she had made
the right choice by letting her friend Lori tie her up. Now all she could
do is savor the anticipation of having Lori's husband Steve enjoy her like this.
Now all she could
do is savor the anticipation of having Lori's husband Steve enjoy her like this. |
A Great Volume of Trouble
FM/f; bond; kidnap; trunk; transport; toys; nc; X |
It was a perfect day for reading, at least, that is what Erika thought. Looking out of her used bookstore window at the gray drizzle that cloaked the morning, she thought it gave the old main street a forlorn Dickensian look. On a day like today, she could see herself curled up in her armchair with a Kay Hooper mystery and a glass of wine. But her day was about to change... |
Inside Santa
M/f; bond; toys; public; cons; X |
He
carried her toward the front of the store. The Christmas lights that
blinked in the display window bathed the front of the store in a whirl
of bright reds, blues, greens and yellows. There was live tree in
the window also, decorated in a Victorian style with unlit candles. There was also a stuffed chair of walnut and red velvet and a little table
with a plate of cookies and a half-drunk glass of milk. All that
was missing was Santa. |
The Lion's Mouth
Other/f; bond; cons; XX |
It was just like Olivia had pictured it. The Lion's Mouth sat like an old, squat codger awaiting another hand of poker. The old carriage inn was straight out of a Dickens novel, with its thick thatched roof and yellowed stucco sides and mullioned windows set deep within its timber-trussed walls. The old oaks and hornbeams that embraced the inn had already shed their leafs, their black skeletal limbs clutching at the drizzly late afternoon sky. It was just what she had fantasized and feared about as she stared at it through her windshield wipers.
Olivia had first heard mention of The Lion's Mouth completely by accident while doing some research. It took time to puzzle the pieces together from the faint references whispered in web logs and chat rooms, but finally she tracked down a few women that had actually experienced the ethereal occurrences within the inn and was convinced of their authenticity. Olivia wanted to become a member of that very exclusive club. |
The Long Game
M/f; bond; toys; cons; X |
Upstairs
in their bedroom, Dawn began to slip into something a little more appropriate
for an x-rated film than watching a baseball game. After quickly
undressing from her frumpy t-shirt and shorts, she selected from her lingerie
drawer a dark green and black lace merrywidow and a pair of black silk
stockings to match. The merrywidow emphasized her large breasts,
holding them out as if to say 'play with me all you want'. Dawn's
dusky pink nipples were already stiff from the lustful thoughts of leather
and ropes and what surprises Mike might have in store for her. |
Maid Service Requested
F/f; bond; toys; caught; Sbf; mast; maid; cons; X |
Jennifer was so horny and she couldn't do anything about it. Alex had asked Jennifer to dress up in her tight little French Maid's costume. Not that Jennifer minded. She loved pleasing her lover to the extent that she would do anything asked of her. Alex had bound her very thoroughly. Black-leather cuffs held her wrists behind her back, drawn up almost between her shoulders by a rope harness tied tightly around her shoulders. Both her ankles and knees were bound together by leather straps, which matched the black leather collar encircling her throat. A bright red ball gag and a leather blindfold completed her bondage; almost. . . |
The Masque
M/f; D/s; bond; bdsm; spandex; party; toys; cons; X |
Ever since she lived in Atlanta, Sylvia had heard about the mysterious parties at the Robinson Plantation. She had been somewhat active in ‘the scene’ and had enjoyed the bondage encounters she had had. Sylvia had always been very attractive. Slender without being thin with generous breasts and nicely flared hips. Her raven-colored hair fell to the small of her back and her dark eyes seemed to attract and unnerve many a would-be master. She was also quite limber and could escape many a knotted rope or buckled cuff. Sylvia was very much a sought-after sub but there was always something missing. Then along came her husband, Robert... |
A New Haunt
M/ff; costumes; shack; bodyparts; caught; bond; toys; nc/reluct; X |
Brandy shouldn’t have gone there alone. Now she was struggling in a tight hogtie trying to find any kind of slack in the rope but not finding any. She hoped her boyfriend would start wondering where she was and track her down. But she knew he was at home in their apartment snoring away tonight’s beer and pizza binge. Brandy loved getting scared and every Halloween she dressed up and tried to visit as many haunted houses as possible. Tonight was no exception... |
Separate Vacation
MM/f; bond; rope; gag; hotel; oral; sex; toys; cons; X |
Maxine's libido was crammed into full gear as she pulled her rental car into the parking lot of the Tranquility Bay Motor Lodge. It resembled the seemingly hundreds of hotels along Myrtle Beach, with it's white and turquoise paint scheme and it's neon name embraced by a crashing wave. It wasn't the Hilton but it was where Dan was staying. She had met Dan online a few month's ago in a chat room. It was a BDSM room and there were lots of subs and doms flirting, telling jokes and making their connections. Maxine had been lurking there for a few weeks and finally got up nerve to add her own comments. Dan responded and soon they were sending each other private messages. The relationship blossomed to e-mails and instant message sessions and finally to meeting each other for a bondage tryst. |
Tradition
M/f; bond; leather; cons; X |
As long as Shelly could remember, their family has had a twisted little Christmas tradition that any clothes or such that you got, you had to model them to the rest of the family. At least, that is what she had told Eric. At first, when Eric was dating Shelly, the garments were mild, such as a t-shirt with snoopy dressed as Santa or a pair of red plaid polyester dress pants. However, after they got married three years ago, the 'wearable' gifts he got more crass and risqué, such as a pair of Spongebob Squarepants boxers with his long nose centered over a certain area. Last year was even worse. |
The Trick & the Treat
M/f; bond; public; cons; X |
"So
when are you going to take these things off me?" Tonya asked in her sultry
voice, displaying her handcuffed wrists to her husband as he drove their
Toyota pick-up. Grant smiled his lop-sided, 'I-got-something-up-my-sleeve'
smile, "I left the keys at home. . ."
"WHAT!" Tonya nearly shouted "I didn't think we would need them at the
Halloween party tonight, Tonya-love, so I just didn't bring them," |
A Work of Art
M/f; D/s; bond; leather; gag; collar; tease; toys; sex; mast; cons; X |
Eileen
opened her mouth as Mark brushed her luxurious golden brown hair away from
her face. Gently, he put the ball of the gag into her mouth and behind
her teeth before taking the straps and buckling them snugly behind her
head. Eileen had learned to enjoy the smell and taste of leather. No, it was more like lusted after them.
The mere dusky smell coming
from a leather shop in the mall could start her juices running. |
A Work of Art 2
M/f; D/s; bond; mum; wrap; statue; display; public; toys; cons; X |
The word 'punished' sent cold shivers through Eileen's entire body. Her imaginative mind pictured the various things that Mark could do to her and had done to her in the past. None of those things, however, she feared were to be her real punishment for cumming without permission. Whatever her punishment was to be, she knew it would be creative, stimulating and torturous. Mark had other things on his mind for her before he could punish his little blonde captive. Eileen was so beautiful laying there in her black leather bindings and her black leather gag. Her blue eyes were begging him to use her so she could pleasure him as only she could. It would be a shame not to use her. |
With A Cherry on top
M/f; bond; toys; cons; X |
Kim struggled a bit in her bindings to see if her
boyfriend had indeed done his job well. He had and she found that
there was very little slack in the ropes that encircled her small frame. Her
arms were bound behind her back and to the harness of rope that ran behind her
neck and over her shoulders and embraced her large breasts. Each of
her ankles was bound to her thigh, making for a wonderfully tight frogtie, a
position that she had grown to love. He had said he had something
special for her tonight and he had been thinking about this for sometime now. |
| Selfbondage Stories |
The Web They Weaved
selfbondage |
Helen
felt as if there was a storm of butterflies inside of her as she drove
to her sister Ellen's house. She had felt this way all morning as she showered
and dressed and packed a few intimate things for today's adventure. She
felt this way every time her and her twin sister got together for their
little bondage games. |
The Web They Weaved 2
selfbondage |
A
picture of his bedroom came to life in full color and sound. To say
he was shocked would have been the understatement of the year. The
sight of his wife and her twin sister, bound and struggling on the bed,
moaning in bliss, was not what he was expecting at all. No man making
love to his wife. |
The Web They Weaved 3
selfbondage |
Helen
could her the frustrated whimpers and moans of her sister. The remaining warmth of her orgasm still tingled through her and the thoughts
that she might become a plaything for the intruder seemed to fuel her fires
even more. As Ellen bucked, her movements caused the spreader bar
to rub and move between Helen's legs more, forcing the vibrator deeper
within her. |
Ornaments
Sbf; leather; chast; gift; stuck; toys; cons; X |
On
the coffee table Katy had laid out her other purchases for this evening. There was an assortment of black leather straps, chromed padlocks and chains
and a bright red ballgag. It had taken her sometime to find them,
but finally she found an adult store that carried some of the higher quality
ones. It was a whole new world to her, opened up by finding some
of Alan's bondage magazines hidden in the closet. The pictures of
beautiful women in bondage intrigued her and she decided Alan needed one
more present under the Christmas tree. |
Pipe Dreams
selfbondage
Sbf; discovery; cons; X |
Lisa
White Owl stepped back from polishing and took a long look at her latest
work of art. It was not one of her usual works, like the bronze
eagles and buffalos and pumas that were scattered throughout her studio. This was a work that she created for herself out of dark cherry, deer leather,
brass pipe and brass fittings that she had cast out back in her own small
foundry. It had been a dream of hers and now the bondage bench she had
dreamed of was now in front of her. |
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Disclaimer:
This is a work of amatory fantasy. Any resemblance to people living
or dead is purely coincidental. If you are under the age of 18, please
stop reading here. If you are a bit squeamish about graphic
depiction's of sex and bondage, please stop
reading here.
The author takes no responsibility for those who wish
to reenact anything written below. Permission is granted for private
use. The author wishes any agencies that wish to publish this work,
to please contact him at FESSELN1@aol.com.
Any comments are gladly accepted and encouraged.
You can now contact Fesseln through his weblog at
Fesseln's Fiction
These stories remain the copyright property of T.S. Fesseln and have
been included here by permission. |
