Asrid's Bondage Diary

Postby Asrid » Sat Aug 06, 2016 4:44 am

Chapter zero: Welcome to my life… (M/F and f/m)
Howdy… it's me Asrid. Welcome to my life! It's quite ordinary to be perfectly honest… I just woke up from my slumber in my room. It's like any teenager's room of my age which is eighteen by the way. I’m quite happy about it because shortly I’ll move out find a job and maybe settle down in New York were I dream of living since always! but that's not any soon since a thew things are keeping me in ''Woodshench'' our little town that we call home.

First thing: my sweet sweet mother. Her name is Suzanne she's thirty-four and still pretty hot… well… that's my friends tell me everyday it's a thing who replaced the casual ''yo mama jokes'' when I’m around. At least her beauty wasn't unnoticed by the other teen boys.

“- Yo Asrid! I tell you mate your mother… she's so hot! I could just kidnap her one day and then do unspeakable things to her!

“- Then shut up about it already… do you know the signification of unspeakable?'' i would reply. But no matter how hard I tried I would always end up hearing the details about every fantasies of my friends that only had one goal now in life: not being a bunch virgins anymore. Great…

“- I Swear! One day I’ll get in her bedroom by climbing up her window she keeps open at night then slowly crawl to her bed where she would be sleeping with maybe some tape and rope and then: I hand gag her in her sleep tightly pushing my hand on her pink perfect lips before adding a piece of sticky white tape that I would apply with both of my thumbs sliding on her goddess cheeks. Then she would wake up scared and surprised as she would make a cute mumphing sound that I would enjoy to the end before she starts struggling in her blankets. As I grab her two thin arms and tie them with some rope quickly lacing her wrists tightly together securing it all with a strong double knot as she would then understand she is at my mercy!"

That's the things my buddy's would say about my mother Suzanne. However she was a really serious woman with a real time consuming job making her difficult to see at all except the weekends. To give you a physical description that won't make you go insane:
She's a black tall slim woman with I have to admit an amazing body… nothing more nothing less. She had two chocolate brow eyes that matched out with her skin a little freckles on her cheeks and short black straight hair. Her casual types of outfits were a tight blue jean most of the time to small for her that would make her butt curves show off a bit to much for me but hey… who am I to judge my own mother?
And then on top of it she would wear a random shirt and her favorite denim sleeveless jacket. She told me that back in time everyone would call her the ''African Gazelle'' but I just prefer ''mom'' for short. To finish it off some black leather boots with fur on it to keep her feets nice and cozy. By the way… to conclude why she is my number one reason of why I can't get out of Woodshench… she's overly protective towards me and still handcuffs me to her when we go to the park… yeah… it sucks.

Oh! and before I forget there's Another girl in the family that I love without limits but hate at the same time hate more than anything in this world. It's my little sister Clara. She's 14 and she can be too damn adorable one moment and then turn all evil and do weird things to you! Basic little sister stuff you know… she was mom's biggest accomplishment in life… yup more than lazy old me. Straight A's member of three clubs and leader of the martial art's club in her college so no one dared to mess with her… except me because I’m… me… Asrid.
Quite short like any girl of her age she had a pale skin like my father and some freckles on her cheeks too. Brown curly hair a serious look and super famous death stare from her dark brown eyes. She's a sweater and jeans girl like her brother. Pink Hollister hooded sweater with black jeans and pink converse shoes.

We kind of argued about not stealing each others style which was clearly mine to start with… and it ended into me tying her up in her own dressing closet so that she would time out and think about a new style… but In the end it didn't change a thing so I just lived with it. I don't get it though I helped her choose her clothes from the dressing as she was bound with some rope rolled tightly several times around her arms blocking them to her waists as for her hands I stuffed them into her favorite rainbow long fuzzy socks and had rolled more rope around her wrists. Maybe it was my fault as I couldn’t quite catch what she was saying because of her thick gag… I know It's dumb to ask questions to a gagged person but seriously! She yelled me for several minutes before I realized I HAD to shut her up. So I took some clean panties and stuffed it in her mouth as she almost bit me of fury before I would then take on of her shirts to make a cleave gag tying it around her face tightly securing it with a large knot on the back of the head. Honestly she was still pretty loud after that so I had to add three more shirts to make a thick enough OTM (over the mouth) gag. Sure it made the clothing selection a bit smaller but hey… It needed to be done. That's Clara… Energetic and unpredictable. I call her the '' annoying cutie-brat.''

You want to know more about me? How cute and nice of you! Ere… anyways! I compared to my sister am brown chocolate skin colored with black long hair and brown eyes. I’m not that buff or even athletic I mean I’ll be honest with all the jocks out there… I’m more about the brains than muscles. My mom knows that and harasses me with tons of studies everyday but that's okay I love to think. If you cross me around Town or anywhere in the world actually you will probably see me wearing a hooded sweater a black t shirt with something random on it with some black jeans and a brown belt. Also a fan of converse shoes they will always match my sweater and just to be sure one last little detail which is a golden chain around my neck with a smiling drama mask on it's edge. It helps me focus on the fact of being happy all the time and showing others that life is bright not dark. Oh and of course I have purple eyes… yeah normally they are brown too but I wear coloring contacts because I find it wicked awesome.

Oh… But trust me! It's not over yet! Like I said… my family isn't the only the first thing keeping me here in Woodshench.

Secondly: Like in any little town with less than a thousand habitats everyone knows each other more or less and there's a girl I fear more than anything In this world: Crystal Devin.
She's my sister's best friend and nuclear weapon against me! She's eighteen like me and already a deep down crazy Yandere. She loves me to the point of madness and want's to keep me to herself. I’m not even paranoid about her but this broad is the reason why I learnt to tie up girls in the first place! Well… if you putt aside everyone in this crazy place who doses it which is justified by the fact that one of the biggest businesses in this town is made from a kinky BDSM store called “Kinky and Sexy” Two streets away from my home… and oh wait! You haven't heard the worst about it: Crystal is the assistant manager since the shop belongs to her father that is as crazy as her… yeah I wonder how I sleep at night as well. I’ll tell you how! With an iron locker on my door. (Sigh…) but seriously though. What scares me the most is that she's always complaining about being a maiden without an ''official'' boyfriend and won't leave me alone since six months now. A rumor has it that when she was fourteen she would capture humiliate and torture boys that would bully girls. She's weird yeah… and now she's after me and won't let me leave town always finding a way to ruin my escape plans.

What doses she look like? Well she's actually a thin sized girl with long blond hair ending in a pony tail… green pretty emerald eyes pale perfect peachy smooth skin that smells like strawberry and leather which sucks because I hate both!! erm… yeah sorry. Around one meter sixty four she practically only wears or yoga outfits for class or mini-shorts and bikini's under expensive puffy rubber and nylon branded coats. Her nickname for me? (Brainless Incompetent Terrorizing Catastrophic Horror.) or B.I.T.C.H for short. Sometimes I think about all the money I could get by dating her but… that's just plain wrong and discussing since I really dislike her and… her dream in life? Put her hands in my pants… yup. that's so deep as a life goal. Brainless is a good definition for this girl.

So how was that for an introduction? Good? Bad? Meh… I’m sure you enjoyed it a bit… after all you can't start a story without presenting the main characters am I right? And now that I think about it… it's not quite ordinary to be honest. Welcome to my life!
To be Ignored is what hurts More and to be loved is life's best gift

Re: Asrid's Bondage Diary

Postby Boundlover » Sat Aug 06, 2016 4:59 am

nyc introduction... waiting for story now.

Re: Asrid's Bondage Diary

Postby Asrid » Sat Aug 06, 2016 7:10 am

Chapter one: A normal summer morning (part I) (f/f)
well… now that I’m done with the presentations. I can move on to more important things… like actually getting out of bed. As I removed the blankets revealing my almost naked body covered with only a black underwear with little green hearts on it… a gift from Crystal which I have to say isn't too bad and didn't end in the bin or down the toilet… I know I’m a douche for that but hey! Don't judge me yet! Today We are the first of July now which means it's the start of the holidays so of course eager to go out and who knows even get a trip out of Woodshench I woke up with a smile still having my chain on which reminded me that today was a Saturday and that meant that it was theater day! So I would go on and wear my favorite outfit which were my black snickers and a red jean with on top a black t shirt with a winged point white symbol on it. After dressing up and cleaning my face up a minimum I came down stairs and entered the kitchen where my mother was… from a sexist point we could say that she was were she belonged but since I’m not that way I pretty much guessed she's just making breakfast for me and my sister who was already there in her animal full body pajama suit who made her look like a pikachu nibbling on some pancakes.

“- Howdy “Annoying cutie-brat” I would say sitting down on my chair and stabbing my pancakes with a fork.
“- Morning smiling trash-bag.” she would reply already pissed off.
“- calm down kids! It's the first day of holidays! Mommy gets to spend some free time with her favorite kids!” would say my mother with a smile.
“- please don't take me to the park…” I would say worried as I gobbled a full pancake down.
“-why not? It's nice and relaxing“ she argued.
“- because it makes my left wrist hurt and you keep hugging me all the time like I was your only kid...” I replied drinking coffee.

Lucky like I told you guys and girls it’s theater day and theater is something I can't afford to miss and my mother knows it very well. She sighed
a moment and left me go and I just ran out of the house before she changed her mind because for a fact I knew she could change her mind pretty fast. Besides she had Clara to ''play'' with as the two of them played a little game where I wasn't there… a bondage game.

“-Well Clara. Seems your brother is out again…” she says zipping off her denim jacket.
“- don't worry mom I’ll just text Crystal about it she will watch over him.” she replied drinking a bowl of milk.
“- Any plans for the week? We could go shopping at ''Kinky and Sexy'' this afternoon. I heard they received some pretty new leather straightjackets and muzzle gags.” said mom winking at her daughter who even for her young age had a kink for self bondage and being tied up in general.
“- yeah… I guess we can go.” replied Clara. Fishing all her breakfast.
But before she could even start cleaning up her plate mom garbed her wrists and looked at her in the eyes.
“- Leave it honey I’ll do it later. Why don't we play a little before you go out too yes?”

I don't know why Clara never had the same look as me about bondage with mom which I have to admit embarrassed me down to the bones but still turned me on against my better judgment. I would try to avoid the subject as much as possible while she just didn't cared at all about it. she accepted the offer letting mother grab a towel that she tied around her eyes blindfolding her before taking her hands again and finally tying her wrist tightly with a black plastic zip-ties as she would take another one to tie together her thumbs making her hands useless. As she lifted Clara up she carried her in her arms dropping her on the sofa in the living room. Before she continued her work by removing her yellow bunny slippers and started to tie her ankles together with another zip tie and continued on with zipping her two big toes together.

As my sister would struggle moving side to sides she would then confirm that my mom's ties were okay and then the real fun would start as she would then grab with her cold black hands Clara's feets and start gently scratching the soles with her long red painted nails asking questions to her prodigy daughter that would try to not laugh as much as possible whining and resisting all she could against the mad tickling sensation that were happening all over her smelly pale tiny feets.

“- first question: do you have a boyfriend yet?” that would always be the first question she would ask Clara in their little game. She would ask it to me too but… I would always just rather leave than answer which wasn't an option for my poor sister. Who already giggles futilely resisting.
“- No mom… I swear.” she would reply with a smile crossing her face. Before letting out a tear of laughter as her mother would then with both hands start to intensely tickle her feets and forcing her fingers in between her toes where she was the sensitive. For the next few hours they would play this game maybe with other rules… maybe strapping a leather panel gag over her mouth or using other tools like feathers and more kink items to stimulate Clara's smelly feets.

On my side of things I had arrived into the town's center which was my favorite place to be in. The “Starlight” theater was my second home because If I had one passion in life it was acting! I loved everything about theater from drama to even disguising myself I used to do acting since I was eight back where Woodshench didn't seem that crazy to me. This is were I would meet my pals:

Kevin:
Kevin or Kevy for short… yeah I’m even too lazy to say that name fully. He's that typical annoying but still awesome friend we all have and who really want's to bang you mother. You don't have that kind of pal? Well I envy allot. Kevy is one year older than me has brown hair and a white pale skin with a three day's beard and blue eyes. Quite muscular he's in Woodshench football club and gets many girls to hang out with. Sadly for me I think he has a thing for only older woman which is bad because I can't let my best friend fuck my mother and at the same time can't pass him Crystal to play with which is a shame for me… really. He usually wear's a football jersey and some large jeans with some football shoes. He's not that smart but he used to defend me against bullies when we were kids and in exchange I helped him with his homework and that how became friends.

Then there's Henri:
Yeah it's only Henri this time… can't always find a nickname for everyone. Anyways Henri is one handsome devil! Coming from France son of rich parents I really don't know what he's even doing in this shitty town of ours but like me he plans to move out soon and go do a world tour with us guys which I would really love. He's also a typical Frenchmen and a real gentleman but rumors has it that he might be gay… which is fine by me of course after all he's my pal and he calls himself a bisexual so I still have the hope to ship him with Crystal so that my nightmare would be over!
Blond handsome looking tall guy who plays tennis and golf of eighteen years old with green eyes. That's pretty much why I ship Crystal with him… and for me personal sake! He allays wears a polo and white European trousers and has this stupid habit of doing his hair all the time!

And finally the most… pretty girl in the universe… my one true love that I’ve never been able to admit in public… her name is Isabel Don Rosa she is smart… funny and gorgeous! Her body is straight banging with a prefect white skin. She's of a Hispanic type with black long hair and blue ice cold eyes. Around my height of one meter seventy two she is always wearing a Hollister type hoodie with tons of fur… between us I know she has a fur fetish so that's good for me right?

Now that you meet all my friends we were gonna go repeat a piece that we wrote together inside the theater. But of course nothing can go as planed in my life as Is I was about to talk to sweet sweet Isabel Crystal showed up at the other side of the street.
“- Hey! Wait! Asrid!! wait for me!!”
“- No… please kill me!”
To be Ignored is what hurts More and to be loved is life's best gift

Re: Asrid's Bondage Diary

Postby Boundlover » Sat Aug 06, 2016 10:47 am

come to the main story now

Re: Asrid's Bondage Diary

Postby charliesmith » Sun Aug 07, 2016 2:13 am

How do I pm you asrid?

Re: Asrid's Bondage Diary

Postby Asrid » Sun Aug 07, 2016 2:18 am

Now ya can... part 2 of chapter 1 is comming in a few hours from now...
To be Ignored is what hurts More and to be loved is life's best gift

Re: Asrid's Bondage Diary

Postby .... » Sun Aug 07, 2016 5:50 am

Love it!

Re: Asrid's Bondage Diary

Postby charliesmith » Sun Aug 07, 2016 5:57 am

You have disabled pm again

Re: Asrid's Bondage Diary

Postby Shanyalovestape » Thu Aug 11, 2016 10:25 am

Very nice
Just your average,bondage-loving asian girl