Random Final Bondage: "No Safety-Net Rule"

By Zatanna Dark

"As the youngest and only girl in a Family of seven, she was the fragile Little Princess everyone protected. She could of just stayed the Princess and allow everyone to protect her, or she could go on Stealth missions sneaking out of the house, a mission which taught her all about Adrenaline and the unbelievable rush it gives you.

Discovering her need and what would feed it, she came up with her own "No Safety-Net Rule" to everything she could . . . from extreme sports to extreme bondage play . . . her search for more and more extreme BDSM led her to Trish. Now Trish, she's so f'n cute, yet has her own story and secrets.

As much as she was able to find sources and people to tie her up, tease and punish her, she always had a way out . . . a Safety-Net, an escape. Her urges kept pushing her further until she discovered a Very Special and Very Extreme BDSM Club called "Random" . . . will it finally be what she needs or more then she can handle?"

Love Zatanna

WARNING: Contains Scenes of, but not limited to - No Safe Word, Prolonged Bondage, BDSM, Forced Orgasms, Distress, Breath Play, Tease & Denial, Sensory Deprivation, Spanking, Whipping, Pain, Pleasure, Electric Shocks, . . . Oh, and Romance ; )

• Language: English
• Publisher: Zatanna Dark
• Release date: Jun 28, 2021
• ISBN: 9781005282714

Zatanna Dark

SCROLL TO BOTTOM OF PAGE FOR BOOKS, THANKS, ZATANNAWelcome to My World. I didn't start Truly Living in it myself until Experiencing My first moment of True Helplessness. As we walk the World Day to Day, there's Endless Responsibilities weighing us down. Taking away our Joy. Yes, you can try to enjoy the Day, but what about taking care of this or doing that. Maybe you should be doing all of those things instead of Fully Enjoying your Day . . .Or, we could go to the Bar, do some Drugs, trying to just Relax. Trust me, this doesn't work. The moment you've finally taken enough to Relax, to just forget about your worries, is also the same moment your Senses are so Dulled, you miss or forget the Pleasure. There was your chance to bring back your Joy . . . too bad you won't remember it.Imagine with me a Different and Way Better Option. Imaging the moment where none of your other Endless Responsibilities matter. They just don't matter because even if you wanted to work on them, you can't. There's no Guilt here. When the choice of enjoying every Second of Pleasure becomes Your Only Choice. Now imagine this with all of your Senses Heightened as the Memory of this moment stays with you Long After . . .I'm sharing with my True reasons for enjoying Bondage. To be Tied Helplessly. To Tie Another Helplessly. To be Bound naked Breasts to Breasts while Helpless. To share my Stories of the Helpless with you, My Much Loved Reader. As you can see the Common word is Helpless. Let me explain why you Must be Helpless for the Pleasure to Fully take over your Body, Soul and Mind.For your Mind to Fully enter the World of Pure Pleasure you must first be completely Un-Bound from your Endless Responsibilities. As long as the choice to work on them exists, you will Never be Free of them, not even for a moment. This can Only Happen once you’re Completely, Totally, Utterly Helpless. If you can Houdini your way loose, if you can talk your way out, if you can just use your Puppy Dog Eyes and Sad face to be release, Then You Were Never Helpless.WARNING: Many of my Stories involved No Safe-Word, Not knowing your Safe-Word, being Gagged and unable to say your Safe-Word. This can and is Very Dangerous, as you'll learn through the eyes of some of my Characters. For myself, my Characters and you seeing through their eyes, this takes the overall experience, pain & pleasure to the Next Level. A level that just can't be reached if all they need to do is yell "Purple Banana! Purple Banana!". No Safe-Word = Completely Helpless.If this makes you uncomfortable, it's ok, different kinks. There's endless Books available which I'm sure will meet your specific preferences. For myself and my Characters . . . this is the Path we choose to walk. It's the only Path to Pure Pleasure. Of course, this Path doesn't always end well . . . In fact it can end very badly for those who realized too late . . . where they made that fatal mistake . . .No matter how a story may end for my Character . . . the Journey there will take them to levels of Heightened Senses, Extreme Pleasures & Pains beyond anything they could have experienced when not Helpless. Mind you, neither you nor I will ever be there for a Character's Death. We may watch them heading in what seems like an inevitable path. But it's up to you the reader to finish that part of the Story in your mind. Did they just take their last breath? Did the Maid walk in at the last minute? Did there Lover come back to set them Free? Or to Torture and Tease them more? It's up to you . . . I Trust you . . .Why is Helpless so Important? Right after cuming you try to enjoy it as long as possible, but in the end you pull your Lover's hands, cock or mouth away from your pussy. You turn off the Vibrator, roll over and sleep. You pull your Lover's hands or mouth away from you cock. It just feels too good and you couldn't take it anymore . . . so you make them stop, you make it stop . . .Ask yourself: What would have just happened had I Not had a Choice to make it stop? What would of the rest of that Roller Coaster Ride of Pleasure been like? How many levels of Pleasure beyond what just happen are there? How far could I've gone if the Choice to make it stop Didn't Exist? Unless you are Truly Helpless . . . you will never know.I wish to Thank You Greatly for making it to the end of my bio. Hopefully it gave you Pain and Pleasure, if not, at least a Tingle! Lastly, if you're unable to experience this type of Pleasure that comes with Helplessness in your World, you're Always Welcome to enjoy through my Mind, my Eyes . . .I Love you, ZatannaP.S. Am pretty sure you deserve a Good, Long and Hard Spanking . . .

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RANDOM FINAL BONDAGE

NO SAFETY-NET RULE

Zatanna Dark

© 2021 Zatanna Dark

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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, business, events and incidents are the products of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

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ADRENALINE . . .

Growing up the youngest and the only girl in my Family of seven, I was the fragile Little Princess that everyone protected. In a way it was nice, things were handed to me, I was never in any danger and was always nice and clean.

At that time in my childhood this was all I knew. Really can't blame a Child for accepting and fully embracing the position of Little Princess. How would they know, how would I know anything different?

How would I know about the much better, much more exciting experiences that I was missing out on every day as a protected Princess.

Can't remember exactly when it first started, but the time came I needed to spread my Own Wings, to step outside this dome of protection that was holding me back.

Even though I felt it was time, my older Brothers did not. They would keep moving me away from all dangers, holding me back. I'm not angry or hold any grudges over this . . . Life is too short.

Actually, I think I owe them a big 'Thank You', because all of this is what led to my first experience with Adrenaline.

Ever play a Video Game where your character has to rely on Stealth to complete their Mission? Slowly sneaking around while trying to not get caught? Hiding behind a piece of furniture or around the corner as you watch you Enemies Patrolling the area?

If you've ever played a Stealth game you've experienced Adrenaline also . . . that odd tingle, feel of both pleasure and nerves at the same time in your core. The longer the Stealth mission goes the more Adrenaline you feel.

Now imagine that same Stealth mission, but you're a young girl, sneaking around, attempting to get out of the house you've been held a Captive in. Your Enemies, your Brothers, are on constant patrol using random incoherent patterns.

Am sure they had purpose in their patterns, just made no sense and made my escape that much harder . . . that much more exciting. Hiding quietly, silently behind the couch as I'm being slowly surrounded . . . this was the moment the Adrenaline kicked in . . . OMG!

It was like a drug, I was breathing heavy, holding my hands over my mouth trying to stay silent, slowly getting dizzy and ready to pass out from the mix of feelings deep in my core.

The Enemies have gathered in the Kitchen for one part of their pattern that wasn't random . . . Beer Break . . . quickly I make it out the door, still breathing heavy until I find some nearby bushes to hide in.

Once in the bushes I'd find myself masturbating from the excitement. That tingle, that feeling that started in my core had moved down to my pussy. This did lead to an embarrassing moment with my Oldest Brother who caught me. Seems I was shaking the bush a little too hard . . . and yes, I mean that both ways.

Once I had that first moment of Adrenaline, I couldn't get enough. I needed more of it and needed it more often. On future Stealth missions I'd purposely take a bad path, causing myself to get cornered, possibly get caught by the Enemies . . . the Adrenaline would kick in even more.

Once free again from the prison I would pet a dog